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account. I figured if anybody was desperate enough towant to hack into my mail, I wouldn’t make it too difficult—obviously he had enough problems.
    I hit enter and the screen filled with my whole contact list. I scrolled down, looking to see who was online. There was Oswald—
The Wizzzzard of Ozzie
—and Julia was online too—
The Royal Jewels
.
    I clicked onto Oswald first.
    hey Oz—how r u? I typed in.
good. u? he replied.
ok. what are u doing? I asked.
nmjc. His shorthand, which meant
“nothing much, just chilling.”
wanna go n get something to eat
l8ter? I asked.
go where? he asked.
frankie’s
you’re cruel, he answered back.
may b cruel, but not whipped! Wanna
see if J wants to go with us?
not funny. g2g
,
he typed.
got to go where? I asked.
Supper. Not frankie’s. Brb after finish
.
    I clicked on Julia’s name and her window opened up. Beside her name was a picture of a cartoon greyhound. Julia was trying to convince her parents to adopt a former racing greyhound to go along with their two poodles.
    I told her there was a fine line between being a person who owned dogs and somebody who was a dog person, living alone, never getting married, wearing fuzzy slippers around the neighborhood and talking to themselves. That line was the third dog.
    hey, j, wat?
Her answer came right away: nm—u?
homewrk. still thinking bout frankie’s?
I typed in.
just came out of a chat rm—lots of ppl
think frankie’s sucks big time—think
bout not eating there crap.
don’t blame em—I never eat anybdy’s
crap—leaves a bad taste in mouth.
LoL
    Laugh out loud. That made me smile. I was glad she found that funny. Julia and Oswaldhad both taken a curious dip into the serious pool since they’d started dating.
    know wat bugs me most bout
frankie’s? I asked.
trying to poison u? Julia replied.
trix they play
,
I answered.
don’t understand
stupid plastic toys, games, play
place—all to get u to eat there—
tricking little kids
,
I explained.
get it. sort of like giving kids candy
cigarettes so they become smokers.
x-actly ! these ppl running the
company live in big houses with
fancy cars cause they trix stupid ppl
into eating at frankie’s. don’t like to
be trixed
u’d rather be poisoned than tricked,
Julia wrote.
Yeah. Your point?
I’d like ppl to know they do both n not
eat there anymore
What can you do? I asked.
not much. talk w friends. tell em not to
eat ther. told 5 ppl tonight on msn.
any of em listen? I typed in.
3 of em g2g c ya l8ter.
c ya l8ter.
    Her screen closed and I was back to my contact list. I scrolled down. There were one hundred and eighteen people on my list. I looked at the ones who were online right now. There were eight people from school. A couple from my basketball team. My cousin Sean, who lived on the East Coast. There was Barbie, who went under the MSN name
foxxxxy lady
. She said she lived in California, was my age and claimed she was really hot. I didn’t know if any of those things were true, but I did like talking to her. I wasn’t even sure how I originally connected to her, but contact lists could be strange like that. You could have people from around the corner or around the world. It was just bizarre how we all were connected.
    Then it hit me. An idea so strange that it just might work.

Chapter Five
    I sat down at the cafeteria table right across from Julia and Oswald. They were holding hands under the table. Cute. No, correct that—stupid. Oswald was struggling to open his milk with just his left hand. Did he think if he let go she’d float away?
    â€œHere,” I said as I reached over and ripped the carton open.
    â€œThanks,” he mumbled.
    â€œLet me know if your shoelaces come undone. It’s even harder to tie them with one hand.”
    Oswald looked embarrassed but held tight to Julia. Julia just ignored my comment.
    â€œI’ve been thinking a lot