"Hello?" the voice said. "Hello?" I laughed. "Who's laughing now?" I alisema as I hung up. All of the sudden I heard police cars and I saw Shenae. "Shenae!" I yelled. There was this guy that got arrested who looked about 40. "Shenae, tell them I'm you're friend!" he said. She shook her head and cried. "Shenae, what happened?" I asked. "He stalked me, Alison." "From where?" "The internet." they took her computer for evidence. "Shane warned me about him." Shane was Shenae's boyfriend. "It's gonna be okay." I sighed. "He's gonna break up with me." she said. "I know it. "If he does, wewe can find someone better." I alisema as I hugged her.

That night before I went to kitanda I read a book and as I was kusoma it hit me that I was falling for Munro. The inayofuata day, I went with Munro to get his car fixed. "Thanks," he said. "Did wewe give me the rose." "Yes," he sighed. "Well I like wewe too." I alisema as I felt myself blushing. Then we kissed and it was so amazing. Then we I got nyumbani I started to right a song. It was 3 dakika and one sekunde long. I told Shenae everything on the phone. She was so excited. So was I. Then I listened to muziki as I was on the phone with Shenae. When I was done someone else called. "Hello," I said. "May I ask wewe what color underwear you're wearing." I got so scared my whole mind went blank. I left the phon e onand alisema nothing.

One siku as me and Shenae were walking we saw an Indian girl dressed in Indian clothes. She took them off after her dad left and under it she had jeans with a long sleve green juu with bows tied at the shoulders. "Would wewe like to try out for cheerleading?" I asked. "Are wewe kidding? I'd upendo to." "Great, just sign your name here," alisema Shenae. She signed Melinda Shankar on our sign up sheet. Today was a field trip to camp at the woods, and we all lined up to the bus. "Hi, I'm Melinda," she alisema to a guy with long curly blonde hair. I could tell she had a crush on him. "Wanna go out?" she asked him, not sounding that scared. "No," he alisema flatly. "Why not?" she asked. "You're a ninth grader," he alisema "I don't tarehe ninth graders." She seemed dissapointed, and I wondered if Ryan would reject me.