Anne Frank and Me
Chapter One
Nicole Burns sat in the fourth row, third seat of Renee B.
Zooms' English class, watching the door and at the same
time pretending not to. An elderly woman entered, looking
around uncertainly. Zooms greeted her warmly. Nicole's eyes
slid back to the door. She was on alert for one thing. Him. J.
Jack.
Her best friend, Mimi, flew in; loose-limbed skinny legs
sliding into the seat across from her. Mimi had recently gone
retro hippie; ratty bell-bottoms, Cosmic Karma T, love beads.
She leaned close, and patchouli scent wafted everywhere.
"So, Nico. I checked out Girl X last night."
"I know, I saw a hit on my counter. My public confessional
now has an audience of one. Remind me why I'm
doing this again."
"You have a desperate need for attention?" Mimi ventured.
"It's anonymous."
"True. Maybe you have a deeply disturbed need to bare
the details of your secret, steamy existence to utter
strangers."
Nicole dead-eyed her. "My life, ... read full excerpt from: Anne Frank and Me ebook
