Diary of an American Girl

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"I want to hear your voice"

Madison was home on a Friday evening. A week had come and gone. She was sitting at the dining table, and she was wearing a blue and white Baldwin uniform. Her plate was untouched: meatloaf with a side of steamed rice covered by fried broccoli and melted cheddar cheese. “Madi, you’ve been at Baldwin for a week,” said her mother. “Has your mind changed?”

Madison was looking at her cellphone under the table. “I’m playing at a venue in Pennsylvania this weekend,” said Brian in a text. “It’s not far from Darby.”

“Madison Irene Sadler,” said her mother.

“What?” asked Madison, glaring at her mother.

“I want you to clean the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher,” said her mother.

“I’ll do it in a minute,” said Madison, and then she looked at her cellphone.

Her mother stood up and walked over to Madison. “How many times have I asked you not to bring your phone to the dinner table?” she asked.

Madison placed her cellphone in her pocket.

Her mother pointed at the balcony. “Go to your room,” she said.

“Fine,” said Madison. She left her chair out and ran upstairs to her room.

Madison locked the door after she stepped inside her bedroom. She crawled under the blanket on her bed with her cellphone. She sent Brian a text. “I want to hear your voice,” she said.

“Are you sure?” he replied.

“Yes,” she replied.

When the cellphone began vibrating, she answered it. “Madi, my darling,” he said in a baritone voice.

“Yes, my beloved,” she said.

I have a personal question, my princess,” he said.

“Yes,” she said.

“I have known you for quite some time,” he said, “and I have come to love you.”

“And I love you,” she said.

“Madi,” he asked, “will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” she said, and blushed.

“Madi, I need to see you in person,” he said.

“I can’t,” she said.

“Don’t you like me?” he asked.

“Yes, of course I do,” she said.

“You’ve become very special to me,” he said. “I want to spend time with you in person.”

“I want to,” she said, pulling on her shirt, “I do.”

“I’m passing through Darby tomorrow,” he said.

“Tomorrow,” she said, loudly. “That’s so soon.”

“I can meet you in the Third Street Park,” he said.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Are you sure it has to be tomorrow?”

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.

“No,” she said, but her cellphone was shaking in her hand.

“Then come see me,” he said. “I’ll be in the park at three.” Then he said goodbye and disconnected. Madison dropped the cellphone on the bed. Her face was flush.

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