Kia ran up to her room and sat down on the window seat. She pulled her legs under her and grabbed her phone. She dialed David’s number.
“C’mon David, pick up the bleeding phone.”
Kia glared at her alarm clock. Could David be gone to school already?
Kia left a message (Hi, it’s Kia. David, I got a yes, how about you? Give me a call on my cell.
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