Читать книгу ‘Luuurve is a many trousered thing…’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 110

I am so nervy that I can’t open the letter. My name is written in capitals so I can’t even recognise the handwriting.

What if it is from Masimo to say that having seen me scamper off at high speed like a prat he has decided he is not a free man for me?

Or what if it is from Robbie, saying that he has always loved me and will I be his?

Or what if it is from Oscar, trainee Blunder Boy, asking me on “a date” to go skateboarding? Or what if it is… Oh, shut up, shut up.