I had Random.org select a page and it selected page 143.
Suddenly a big fat raindrop falls from the sky, landing right in the center of Nolan’s new word. Quickly Nolan stuffs the book back into his bag. “Let’s make a run for it,” he says. “I don’t want to risk the book getting wet.” He breaks into a sprint, reaching for my hand as he does so.
How are you? I miss you SO MUCH, especially as today has been the absolute WORST day of my life. Ready — grab some jelly beans, a huge handful — because here comes a realllly long email. Please read it carefully — you need to hear EVERY DETAIL and then give me some advice on how I am supposed to survive this year!
Slowly, clutching my coffee mug to keep warm, I walk up the stairs, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. I have to walk past the bathroom to get to my room, an Mom has left the door open, the light on. I want to walk right past it without looking in, but I can’t help myself; before I know what I’m doing I’ve turned my head and looked inside. I brace myself for rusty brown stains on the floor, the broken mirror, the scratches on the tile.