Ok, some of you might have seen this posted a couple days ago, but Laura made me take it down because she had some edits. Yeah, she's just a perfectionist like that. I guess you could call me more...um...impulsive.
Anyways, you may remember that we posted the first 250 words of The North Shore a while back, so now that we're about one-third of the way into Gmail we thought it was only fair to give our loyal readers a sneak peek.
Sent: Thu 8/18/08 11:11 PM
Subject: where are you?
I hate this. I hate losing you. I hate that we had that huge fight the night before you left. I hate not knowing where you are or if you’re even alive. And it feels like no one even cares anymore – they all think you’re dead.
Sometimes I even hate you. Well, I want to hate you, but I can’t. I feel like I’m writing you the same e-mail over and over again. Where are you?
Maddie still won’t speak to me. She follows Taylor Wright around like some kind of emaciated puppy. The two of them look like soulless American Girl dolls, J.Crew edition.
I miss you. It sucks starting another year without you.
Sent: Thu 8/18/08 11:59 PM
Subject: Re: where are you?
I know what everyone is saying.
My parents had nothing to do with this.
I shouldn’t be writing.
I miss you.
So...what do you think? Are you hooked? Do you want to read more?
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