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    AbyAngel99: Yeah & then
    I push ENTER and start typing, fast:
    Then my friend Faith promised she wouldn’t tell anyone but she told her dad and he called my mom
.
    My finger hesitates above the ENTER key. I feel disloyal telling him about Faith, like I’m betraying her somehow.
    BlueSkyBoi: & then what?
    Then I remember that
she
betrayed
me
. Faith’s the one who persuaded me to do something she knew I’d suck at. Faith’s the one who broke a promise. I need to talk and BlueSkyBoi’s willing to listen. I press ENTER.
    BlueSkyBoi: Harsh. Some friend. Guess u can’t trust her anymore.
    AbyAngel99: Can’t understand y she’d do it.
    BlueSkyBoi: Girls can be weird, esp. teen girls. Present company excluded ;-p
    AbyAngel99: But she’s sposed to be my BFF.
    BlueSkyBoi: People change. With friends like that …
    I sigh as I watch the cursor on the screen. Faith has always been like my true north, the one friend I can always count on, no matter what. If I don’t have Faith, then who is there? The screen grows blurry as I fight off tears.
    BlueSkyBoi: You ok? Did I upset u?
    AbyAngel99: Yes. No. I mean, I’m sad because I feel like
    BlueSkyBoi: Like what?
    AbyAngel99: IDK, like things are never going to be the same.
    BlueSkyBoi: Change is tough.
    BlueSkyBoi: But I’m here 4 u, whenever u need me.
    He’s so sweet
. I wipe my eyes with the bottom of my T-shirt, and I wonder what he looks like.
    AbyAngel99: Thanx. Ur sweet.
    BlueSkyBoi: Eww, sweet. Yuck. ;-p Don’t ever call a guy sweet!
    AbyAngel99: LOL! Ok, nice but SRSLY macho;-P
    BlueSkyBoi: Better.
    BlueSkyBoi: So tell me more abt you. I bet ur really pretty.
    I feel like he’s reading my mind or something. Maybe we really are soul mates. But on the other hand, I’m glad that we’re separated by a computer screen and who knows how many miles, instead of being in the same room. Because this way he can’t see me blush when I read his words. This way, he won’t be disappointed by the real me. It feels so good to be thought of as pretty.
    AbyAngel99: OK, I guess.
    BlueSkyBoi: Better than ok, I’m sure.
    AbyAngel99: :-p
    BlueSkyBoi: U gotta pic?
    Ack
! I was hoping he wouldn’t ask, that I’d be able to drag out his illusion of me as a pretty girl for a while longer. Do I lie and say no? But then I kind of want to see what he looks like, too. Like, I know he’s older than me, but does he look
old
old or
young
old? I’m curious enough that I decide to take a chance.
    AbyAngel99: Maybe. Depends.
    BlueSkyBoi: Depends on what?
    AbyAngel99: If u have a pic 2.
    BlueSkyBoi: ur a tough customer.
    AbyAngel99: So?
    BlueSkyBoi: Do I get to see ur pretty face?
    AbyAngel99: Do I get to see urs?
    BlueSkyBoi: My face isn’t “pretty.” And I’m not “sweet.” ;-p
    AbyAngel99: OK, ur srsly handsome macho face ;-p
    BlueSkyBoi: That’s more like it!
    AbyAngel99: Well?
    BlueSkyBoi: K, Send urs to [email protected]
    AbyAngel99: U send urs first! [email protected]
    BlueSkyBoi: K. Sending now … tick tock.
    I wait impatiently for the incoming mail icon to show up, and feel my heart quicken when I see there’s mail from “Luke Redmond.”
Hope you like what you see
! reads the message. I open the attachment, anxious to see if Luke looks anything like I pictured him.
    He doesn’t exactly. He’s not blond and blue eyed, like I thought he’d be. Instead, he’s got thick, brown hair that curls from underneath a Red Sox hat, which shades his eyes so I can’t see them that well, but he has a cute smile, and his Coldplay T-shirt fits well.
    “Hello, Luke,” I whisper to the picture on the screen.
    BlueSkyBoi: Where’s my pic?!!
    AbyAngel99: Oops, sorry, too busy lookin at urs
    AbyAngel99: Will send now.
    I quickly scan the photos I’ve got of myself, trying to figure out which one to send. Most of them are of Faith and me togetherand I’m so mad at her at the moment I don’t want any part of her. Plus, I kind of want to keep Luke to myself. I decide to send a