The Missing Text
A Short Humor Story
By Amanda Lawrence Auverigne
Copyright © 2012 Amanda Lawrence Auverigne
Smashwords Edition
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Chapter One
The hallway was bright, noisy and crowded.
Lana held her pink cell phone in her left hand and she moved slowly through the crowds of laughing students who stood near their lockers.
Caitlin walked beside Lana. She held a white iPod in her right hand and she performed a series of graceful dance moves during her trek forward.
"Josh still thinks that he's getting out of our date tonight," Lana said stopping in front of her locker. "I can't believe the text he just sent me."
Lana kept her gaze on her cell while she raised her right hand and clutched at the lock attached to the metal compartment in front of her.
"I love this song!" Caitlin announced.
Caitlin stopped walking a few paces behind Lana. She moved her hips from side to side before she turned around in a fast pirouette. She landed gracefully on the floor and she moved forward. She stopped in front of her locker that was located beside Lana's.
Lana pulled her locker open and she reached inside.
"Where's my Trig book?" Lana muttered sliding her cell inside of her purse before she rummaged inside of her locker.
Caitlin spun the lock that lay embedded in the wall in front of her.
After a few seconds, Caitlin's locker popped open.
Caitlin grabbed her locker door and she pulled it ajar.
A large poster of a scowling dark haired young man with hypnotic blue eyes, pale skin and red lips hung atop the interior of the locker's door.
The young man was dressed in a dark cloak. His left hand was raised to left portion of his collar.
A ruby colored ring adorned the third finger of his hand.
The name 'Romaine Lucent' decorated the lower portion of the young man's portrait.
Caitlin gazed at the poster. "Hello Romaine."
"Huh?" Lana asked. She turned away from her locker and she looked at Caitlin.
Caitlin was smiling at the poster of the handsome young man.
After a few moments, Caitlin leaned forward and she kissed the scowling young man's mouth. She pulled away from the poster with a wink.