I blog here now, hoping that someone will find it, and save me. A proverbial note in a bottle...
My mother lurks outside, it is 8:30. Any second now, she will whisk me upstairs. Sri is GTalking to me. I must ignore him. I must finish this message.
My mom is approaching. Her voice is coming nearer.
She repeats my name, I ignore her.
"Hold on, mom" I call.
I type the important message: Angie, I'm sorry for the way I acted in school. You shouldn't post gossip, but really I just wanted to be mad at someone. Tim was upset.
My mom's voice grows sterner. She gets off the couch and moves towards the door to my study
Frances is saying "hi" on GTalk. I want to respond... Frances, it is too late. She calls at me!
It is too late...
My mother is upon me.