Today’s just another summer morning. I’m in my room, doing the usual—you know, watching cooking videos on Youtoob and chilling—when my phone suddenly vibrates. Apparently I’ve gotten a text message from Ike.
“I’ve been wanting to make a photo album out of the pictures we took on the trip, so others pitched in and we made a simple one. I was hoping you could come by the student council room today and pick yours up. If you can’t, that’s cool—I can send you an online copy.”
Wait, people took pictures on the trip? I didn’t even notice. But, yeah, I definitely want a copy.
“You’re gonna be in the student council room?” I ask him.
Not like I have any plans today. I’ll drop by and see what’s up.
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I head to school in the afternoon.
Once I arrive at the student council room, I knock on the
