What I Wore to Save the World (29 page)

 

 

Speaking of lovestruck, I've a wee gift to give you next time I see you. It belonged to my granny and it means a lot to me. I hope it'll mean a lot to you too. It's something for you to wear, and that's the only clue I'm giving—see how I'm trying to tempt you to come to Ireland for the summer?

 

Gotta run, Grandpap's howling to leave for his date. The man's found a lady friend, believe it or not. A tall bony lass who likes to bargain shop and watch telly, so they're a good fit in that respect. Tania (that's her name) is a silly bird IMHO, but Grandpap needs the company and he's happy, so I'm happy.

 

 

Love you, darlin',

 

C

From: Morgan Rawlinson

To: Colin O'Grady

Subject: RE: seems I'm “special”

 

[[[[[[[[hugging Colin!!!]]]]]]]

 

WOW!!! Congrats about Oxford. Gobsmacking is definitely my new favorite word.

 

I'll ask my parents about the bike tour. I'm in their good graces at the moment because they think I saved Tammy's life (she's fine, she swallowed some water in the bathtub but you know how the kid loves drama) so I fully expect a yes. Wild adventure sounds like a plan [pumps fists in air].

 

Want a good laugh? Somehow Sarah got it in her head that I should run for senior class president in September. Insane, right? But for some reason everyone I ask says it's a brilliant idea. My totally latent leadership ability must finally be bubbling up to the surface. Anyway, if I win it'll look good on my college apps, so I may give it a try.

 

 

My college search is also going gobsmackingly well! In fact I just got some “special” news of my own. As you will soon discover, heh heh. Sorry to be so mysterious. But a girl's entitled to a few secrets, right?

Can't wait to wear my present (like you need to tempt me). Okay, time to pack my suitcase—oops! Almost let it slip!

 

 

Love you “mor” than I can say,

 

 

Morganne

 

p.s.—I know it's kind of lame but I just decided, I'm officially changing the spelling of my name to Morganne. Senior year, fresh start, blah blah blah. You know I always hated the boy's name thing. My mother will be totally insulted, but, duh, it's my name. She'll get over it.

 

p.p.s.—You still have to call me Mor, though. Nobody says my name like you do.

about the author

Maryrose Wood's previous books about the adventures of Morgan Rawlinson are
Why I Let My Hair Grow Out
and
How I Found the Perfect Dress
. She lives in New York with two kids, two kittens and a very patient pooch. Find out more at
www.mary rosewood.com