Her heart always danced when she heard from Peter. She didn’t know if she was in love. But she knew she hated being away from him. She had certainly never felt like this about anyone else so far in her fifteen years.
Where r you?
Zoe grinned again as she typed out a reply.
Bus stop. Going to school.
Peter’s reply came quickly.
Come to my house.
Zoe frowned.
Now?
Yes. Parents at work. House to ourselves!!!!!
Her heart fluttered. She fidgeted with her blouse, as crimson blotches spread up her chest. Although there was nobody around, she fanned the ends of the scarf out over her skin.
Her fingers trembled as she hammered out her reply.
I’m going to school!
Three dots appeared under the message. Zoe held her breath without realising she was doing it.
Forget school. This will be much more fun.
