Two hours later and I was still pondering my mom's worries about our project. Would I really be cool with the whole school not noticing I was missing? I still thought it could work. It had to work. I didn't just want to impress Mr. Arlow. I wanted to impress Cori. So what if a bunch of people I barely regarded as acquaintances completely forgot about me? It wouldn't change a thing.
I checked my phone. My texts to Cori had gone unanswered, so I had already whipped up a coffee-flavored shake in the kitchen, did a little online browsing for Batgirl pajamas, and put on Dirty Dancing because I had seen it a million times already. Not exactly my usual Friday night, but without Cori it would have to do.
I tried one last time to get Cori on the phone. I called, but she didn't pick up. Thirty seconds later, I finally received a text.
Sorry. Been sleeping. Meet on Sunday for project planning session?
I quickly replied:
Absolutely! Can't wait.
Cori seemed fine, but texting was a funny thing. Either you sounded excited, or you sounded angry. There wasn't much in between because it was open to interpretation. I didn't think I had anything to worry about. By Sunday Cori would be back to her old self again.
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Lola McAffrey's Great Disappearing Act
Teen FictionLola McAffrey is in that sophomore limbo--she and her best friend Cori are no longer wide-eyed freshman, but they also aren't yet experiencing the privileges of being upperclassmen. When Lola comes up with a great idea for a social experiment to dis...
