Everytime I sign on!Mature

I saw that Jordan was online and clicked open a conversation and sarted typing. "Do I know you?"

"I don't know. Do you know me?" He asked.

I thought about it. Do I know him from school? Or from camping or somewheres else? "I don't think so. I don't remember you if I do." I typed back.

"Oh, what school do you go to?" Jordan asked.

"PMS (Purity Middle School). I'm graduation though in a few days. What school do you go to?" I asked.

"PHS (Purity High School). So I guess we live close to each other. I went to PMS last year. This is my first yea in PHS." He replied back.

"Yeah probably. Where in Minto do you live?" I wrote back to Jordan.

We kept writing back and fourth to each other asking little questions similar, and how old we are and what we look like, and a lot more. 

The next day, at school I was trying to find the right time that none of my friends would be around so I could go outside the office to look at the pictures of the people who has graduated from PMS last year. Jordan wasn't lieing about anything, and I wanted to talk to him again, but whenever I sign onto Facebook he always talks to me first. Before I have the chance to do anything.

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