it would be inappropriate for me to seize this piece of personal property. Blah-blah-blah. We are returning this laptop in the hope that the girls will use it only for productive purposes. Sincerely yours, Prinicpal Finklestein.â
â
Viva la
U.S. Mail!â Piper yelled out.
My mother giggled and said, âOkay, girls. Looks like you can have this computer back. Where did it come from, anyway?â
âIt was mine,â Piper said, âThanks.â
She grabbed the laptop and we followed her back to the family room.
â
Viva la
laptop!â Piper whispered when we were out of my motherâs earshot.
It was just a cold piece of plastic technology, but having the computer back sent us on a trip down memory lane.
âRemember our first meeting when Jem couldnât open the pink locker?â Piper said.
âAnd remember when Jem decided that Forrest needed a personal tour?â Kate said.
In the weeks since weâd been permanently shut down, I had confessed my wrongdoing.
âHey, does anyone remember that we actually did some good?â I said. âPeople loved us. We had fans.â
âLetâs turn it on,â Piper said, âjust for old timeâs sake.â
âItâs just a computer now. Itâs nice to have, but not that special anymore,â I said.
âLetâs see if thereâs anything left,â Piper said, and spun the laptop toward her.
âWhat must Edith think?â Kate said, âWe should have sent her a PLS-SOS.â
âAnd say what? That weâve been banned?â Piper said.
Piper clicked around and found that the site was still there. But it was frozen in time, still showing that message about being temporarily shut down.
Meanwhile, between bites of pizza, Kate and I kept talking about all that had happened.
âIf you could go back in time, would you do anything differently? Like maybe never step through the pink locker door?â Kate asked me.
âNo, I think Iâd still go. Well, Iâd still go if you pulled me in.â
âOh, my gosh, remember the snacks?â Kate said.
â
Viva la
snacks!â said Piper, pumping a fist in the air and then getting back to her clicking and clacking. Then we heard the laptop start humming; its internal fan started whirring, and simultaneously all three of our phones sprang to life. The old âThink pink!â ringtone. We had messagesâPink Locker Society messages!
âItâs probably just Piper cranking us,â Kate said.
âYeah, Pipes. Thatâs cruel. You got us all excited,â I said.
â
Viva la
text messages!â Piper said. âLook for yourselves.â
She spun the laptop toward Kate and me and we saw it was true. Piper, the computer whiz, had linked us back into our Pink Locker Society mailbox, and we now had dozens of unread text messages. Most of them came in more than a month ago, before news started to trickle out that the site was down, apparently forever. We wanted to read each and every one.
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My best friend stole my boyfriend. What do I do?
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Can I go on vacation while I have my period?
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People tease me because I donât wear makeup. What should I do?
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I have a huge crush on my teacher. Help!
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I do not have pretty feet. Should I wear sandals anyway?
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Iâm the shortest girl in my class, and Iâm sick of the nicknames. What should I do?
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Everyone tells me I look fine, but I still feel fat. How can I lose weight?
On and on they went, a rainbow of woes. Each one represented a personâs sincere question. Some were serious issues, others more minor, but each one mattered to someone.
âGosh, this stinks that we canât answer any of them,â Kate said. âWeâve just abandoned them.â
âLook how the number of messages trailed off in the last few weeks. Theyâre forgetting about us,â I said.
âRead this one,â
P. D. James
Antonella Preto
Norman Jorgensen
Wendy Byrne
Nikki Landis
C.N.S. Ph.D. Ann Louise Gittleman
Lawrence Block
Jenna Ryan
Yiftach Reicher Atir
Julie Harvey Delcourt