Day: 18. January 2010

When I woke up I was in Tanum’s house sitting on the couch. Tanum was watching me closely and he dabbed me with a wet wash cloth. I closed my eyes thinking about what happened earlier but it wouldn’t come to me.

“He didn’t send it?” I wheezed.

“Well, he did. When you passed out he took my phone and sent it to all of his contacts. But he only sent it to like three people before I knocked his lights out, then the cops came.” Tanum smiled.

“Who did he send it to?” I asked alarmed.

“Joan from Art class, Payton Gale from football practice and…Cotte Smith from…The chess club who’s mother is an Administrator.” Tanum said softly.

“That’s Bad so-so-so bad! They’re the biggest blabber mouths the schools ever had!!! I’m dead Oh, I’m so dead,” I said sitting up too fast.

“Maybe it’s not a bad thing that they know!” Tanum