Personal Narrative: Michael Sat Down With Shelly
The following Monday, Michael sat down with Shelly in the cafeteria.
"Where's Steve?" Michael asked.
"He's sick. Anyway, I saw you texting all weekend. You found somebody on that app, didn't you?"
"Yup."
"Give me the deeds."
"Her name is Allison. She goes to Waterford Valley High. We both like writing. And she actully thinks that my jokes are funny."
"I told you that you would find somebody on that app. What does she look like?"
"She's tall, slim, dark red hair. But here's the thing. Allison doesn't show her face in any of her photos."
"Maybe she's a butter face."
"Maybe. But I still like this girl."
Michael and Allison texted each other for a few more days. By that Friday Night, Michael and Allison spoke to each other and Face-Time. Except
"Where's Steve?" Michael asked.
"He's sick. Anyway, I saw you texting all weekend. You found somebody on that app, didn't you?"
"Yup."
"Give me the deeds."
"Her name is Allison. She goes to Waterford Valley High. We both like writing. And she actully thinks that my jokes are funny."
"I told you that you would find somebody on that app. What does she look like?"
"She's tall, slim, dark red hair. But here's the thing. Allison doesn't show her face in any of her photos."
"Maybe she's a butter face."
"Maybe. But I still like this girl."
Michael and Allison texted each other for a few more days. By that Friday Night, Michael and Allison spoke to each other and Face-Time. Except