by Terry Brown
CHAT FREAK
WRITTEN BY
Kristi Holl
CREATED BY
Terry K. Brown
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Copyright © 2000 by Terry Brown
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Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by Tommy Nelson™, a division of Thomas Nelson, Inc.
Scripture quotations are from the International Children’s Bible®, New Century Version®: Copyright © 1986, 1988, 1999 by Tommy Nelson™, a division of Thomas Nelson, Inc.
Creative director and series consultant: Dandi Daley Mackall
Computer programming consultant: Lucinda C. Thurman
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data application has been made.
ISBN 0-8499-7583-2
Printed in the United States of America
00 01 02 03 04 05 QBV 0 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Web Words
2 to/too
4 for
ACK! disgusted
AIMP always in my prayers
A/S/L age/sex/location
B4 before
BBL be back later
BBS be back soon
BD big deal
BF boyfriend
BFN bye for now
BRB be right back
BTW by the way
CU see you
Cuz because
CYAL8R see you later
Dunno don’t know
Enuf enough
FWIW for what it’s worth
FYI for your information
G2G or GTG I’ve got to go
GF girlfriend
GR8 great
H&K hug and kiss
IC I see
IN2 into
IRL in real life
JK just kidding
JLY Jesus loves you
JMO just my opinion
K okay
Kewl cool
KOTC kiss on the cheek
L8R later
LOL laugh out loud
LTNC long time no see
LY love you
NBD no big deal
NU new/knew
NW no way
OIC oh, I see
QT cutie
RO rock on
ROFL rolling on floor laughing
RU are you
SOL sooner or later
Splain explain
SWAK sealed with a kiss
SYS see you soon
Thanx (or) thx thanks
TNT till next time
TTFN ta ta for now
TTYL talk to you later
U you
U NO you know
UD you’d (you would)
UR your/you’re/you are
WB welcome back
WBS write back soon
WTG way to go
Y why
(Note: Remember that capitalization may vary.)
Contents
chapter. 1
chapter. 2
chapter. 3
chapter. 4
chapter. 5
chapter. 6
chapter. 7
chapter. 8
chapter. 9
chapter. 10
chapter. 11
epilogue
chapter. 1
Just what I was looking for!” Morgan cried, digging behind the dried fruit to where she’d hidden her crispy M&M’s. Clutching the bright blue bag, she smiled at her older sister. “I want these for the chat.”
Morgan’s sister, Maya, rolled her eyes, and then she reached into the fridge for a Diet Coke to have with her mini pretzels. “How do you ever expect to drop that baby fat eating like that?”
Morgan paused from pouring a handful of candy. “Do you really think I look fat?”
“I just think you’d want to look a bit more . . . sleek . . . for New York next week.”
“Why? Who’s going to be watching me?”
Maya looked her over from head to toe. “You’re right. I’m the one looking at fashion design schools while you befriend old sea cows.” She gave a delicate shudder. “Chow down.”
“They’re seals, not sea cows.” Morgan glanced at the clock. “It’s almost eight,” she said, referring to their TodaysGirls.com scheduled chat with their friends. “Can I use your computer for a change? You can use my laptop.”
“Not a chance.” Maya sipped her soda as she left the room.
Sighing, Morgan unplugged the family’s phone and snapped the line into her laptop. She was sick of Maya always getting her way. That teen line belonged to her too, but Maya hogged it. That left Morgan on the family line, which limited her to only a half-hour chat. She wanted more time than that.
In less than a minute, she was logged on. The purple icon— Welcome to TodaysGirls.com—with its magenta background lit up her screen. Amber’s Thought for the Day popped open at the top.
Keep your eyes focused on what is right. Keep looking straight ahead to what is good. Proverbs 4:25
Let’s focus on the real meaning of Easter this week--and it’s not chocolate!
Morgan smiled as she clicked into the chat room. Bren and Jamie were already deciding whether one-piece swimming suits looked better on Bren, or whether she looked more stunning when clad in two pieces. One swimsuit for me is enough, Morgan thought. But Maya jumped right in, giving her professional advice.
“OK, let’s try a new topic,” Morgan said aloud, hesitating a moment before popping a handful of M&M’s into her mouth. The sooner they talked about their spring break plans, the sooner they’d end their chat session—and then she could surf the Web on her own.
jellybean: can U believe spring break is almost
here? I’m so excited!
nycbutterfly: it’s about time U wrote something. I
thought you’d died. Or R U pouting cuz you’re in
the kitchen?
chicChick: bet it’s easy 2 hook into different lines
when U have UR own laptop! I wish I had one.
then I could shop whenever I wanted!
Hooking up the laptop was a cinch, actually. The lack of time online was the problem. Morgan had people on the Web to talk to . . . and places to be. Let’s keep this moving, she thought.
jellybean: What about those French boys, Bren?
chicChick: Mais oui! April in Paris. I’m so psyched!
TX2step: Lucky! You get to leave early and miss more school. I don’t head to TX till the weekend.
faithful1: I need 2 stay home and make $$. Gotta save!
TX2step: We’re gonna spend the week on Padre Island. It’ll be a whole nother thing swimming w/o a timer!
rembrandt: UR making me jealous! My vacation will B working all week w/Amber @ the Gnosh while the owner’s daughters go out on the town!
nycbutterfly: I only wish! Visiting colleges will be fun, but nothing’s like shoppin downtown NYC.
jellybean: All right, that covers “Todaysgirls Do Spring Break.” Texas. Paris. NYC. Indiana. We’re still going 2 try 2 meet online @ eight every night, right?
nycbutterfly: What’s your hurry, Morg? It’s only 8:25. I think U can afford 5 more minutes.
faithful1: Wait! I don’t even know what UR doin’ in NYC!
jellybean: Hangin @ the Aquarium 4 Wildlife Conservation on Coney Island--it’s 4 my Save the Seals project. I’m volunteering 2 afternoons while mom & dad take Maya 2 do her school thing. Then I want 2 start a Save the Seals group here.
nycbutterfly: Because there R so many seals in Indiana to B saved. :)
rembrand
t: sounds too educational! 2 much 4 me on spring break.
nycbutterfly: I’m much more excited about seeing the city again. Lights, crowds, taxis, skyscrapers, Fifth Ave! I hope I find the perfect college. It’d be so cool to go to college in NYC!!
Morgan tapped her foot as the chat scrolled down the screen. This was taking forever. At this rate she’d never even get to check her e-mail. Hmm, maybe she could click over and do that now.
jellybean: BRB
She exited TodaysGirls.com and clicked to her personal e-mail account. She’d made friends around the world at the GlobalBuddies.com site, and sure enough, there were three letters from overseas. The one from the UK was first. She read it eagerly. Then, scanning more quickly, she moved to the second one, then the third . . .
“Morgan!” Mrs. Cross called from the living room. “It’s 8:30. Hint, hint.”
“OK.” Morgan reentered their private chat room long enough to say good-bye.
TX2step: hey, where’d U go?
jellybean: Sorry. Time 2 sign off. C U all tomorrow.
Morgan logged off and plugged the cord back into her parents’ white phone. As she replaced her M&M’s in their hiding place, the phone rang. Morgan picked up the family line, but heard nothing but a dial tone. It was their see-through blue teen phone ringing instead. And that meant one thing: Maya had logged off of their Web site!
“Hello,” Morgan said into the receiver.
“Hey. This is Darryl. Is Maya home?”
“Oh. Hi, Darryl. Hold on a minute.”
Morgan could hear Maya talking to their mother in the living room, and she started to get her. Then she stopped. Was she crazy? She’d never get to talk to her GlobalBuddies if Maya gabbed with Darryl. Maya always used their teen line. It was Morgan’s turn. And Darryl would surely call again. Or Maya could call him. Retracing her steps to the phone, Morgan picked up the receiver. “Um, Darryl . . . Maya can’t come to the phone now. I’ll have her call you back.”
After I have some time online first, she added to herself as she hung up. It was only fair, after all. She was supposed to share that line with Maya and their older brother. Jacob rarely used it, Morgan had to fight for it, and Maya acted like she owned it and everyone should get special permission from her to use it. It was time for Morgan to have a turn.
A minute later Maya strolled into the kitchen. “Stay off our phone line,” she ordered, poking her head into the refrigerator. She emerged with another Diet Coke. “I’m going to watch a movie, and somebody might call, so don’t tie it up.”
“I’m just going to my room to do homework,” Morgan said, packing up her laptop. She waited on the stairs until she heard the opening strains of Maya’s favorite movie coming from the den, then she hurried upstairs. She passed her own room and continued down the hall to Maya’s room, where the other teen line was located. Within seconds, she was in the GlobalBuddies chat room. Half an hour later, Maya yelled up the stairs, “You’d better not be tying up the phone line, Morgan!”
Morgan jumped, jerked out of her imaginary world. “I’m not!” she yelled back, holding her breath. I’ll get off in just a minute, she promised herself, but she lost track of time again as she got involved trying to help a girl having trouble with her boyfriend. Morgan liked that people could talk to her about anything. They knew she was a good listener. Glancing at the clock some time later, she realized Maya’s movie had to be almost over. “Back L8R,” she wrote and hit the Exit button.
After shutting down, Morgan took her laptop to her room and climbed into her pajamas. When Maya stopped in her doorway a few minutes later, Morgan was sprawled across her bed among Save the Seals brochures and pamphlets. “Been working hard?” her sister asked.
“Yup,” Morgan lied, the guilt nearly choking her. “Good movie?”
“You know how Ever After ends: together at last.” She clutched her heart with a sigh. Then Maya frowned and pulled on her bottom lip. “Why doesn’t my life go like that? That jerk Darryl didn’t call, did he? Oh, never mind. Who cares?” Without waiting for an answer, she cruised down the hall toward her bedroom.
Morgan waited till her parents came and said “good night,” then she gathered and stacked up her brochures. Finally, the house was quiet. Even her big brother had crashed early. Listening in the hall, Morgan heard nothing. Grabbing her laptop, she snuck back down to the kitchen, where she could reconnect. The green screen made an eerie glow in the kitchen as she joined GlobalBuddies.com. So cool to be able to find friends any time of the day or night. Two hours later her “battery low” sign blinked, and regretfully she logged off. Stumbling upstairs, she groaned inwardly at how soon her alarm would go off.
At swim practice before school Wednesday morning, Morgan yawned while treading water and gulped chlorinated pool water. She coughed until her eyes ran. She wished she could convince their coach, Harrison Short, to let her skip her warmup laps that morning. She needed to save her strength for the big meet right after school that day. Morning light filtered though the dusty windows and reflected off Coach’s glasses, so she couldn’t tell if he was watching her or not.
Still yawning, Morgan floated on her back over to the fourth lane, right next to Alex. If only she could close her bleary eyes and sink into a deep sleep right there. Morgan saw Alex moving slowly away through the water in a sidestroke. Morgan floated till Alex swam back, reading the large record board that stated all the swim records.
Alex treaded water beside her and asked, “So whadya do last night?”
“I met some of the coolest people online—they’re from all over the world. I mean like Scotland and Zambia and places like that. There was a girl who lives on a farm in Wales and a boy who’s learning to drive in Germany. You wouldn’t even believe the variety of people at GlobalBuddies.”
Alex raised an eyebrow as Morgan yawned again. “What is wrong with you? Did you talk all night?”
“Well, not quite,” Morgan said sheepishly. “Time just passes so fast in the chat rooms.”
“OK team,” Coach shouted. “Time for a couple 500-yard warmups. Make ’em easy ones because of tonight’s big meet. Then we’ll do one relay where I time you.”
They pushed off down the length of the 25-yard pool to do the laps, trying to stay out of each other’s way. For meets, red-and-white lane markers would separate them.
After their laps, they lined up for the relay. Amber, Morgan, Maya, and Alex always did the backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and freestyle, in that order. Before meets, electronic touch pads were lowered against the side of the shallow end of the pool to provide accurate swim times. But for now, Coach just set his stopwatch and blew his whistle.
When Morgan followed Amber, her arms and legs felt so heavy and slow that she might as well have been swimming through pudding. When she dragged herself out of the pool, she could tell by the look on Coach’s face that her time was way off.
“Just what have you been up to, young lady?”
“Wha—What do you mean?”
“Are you sick?”
Morgan stared at the blue-and-white tile deck. “No, just a little tired.”
“Well, let’s hope you pick up speed by this afternoon,” he snapped. “It won’t matter if your teammates sail along if you’re chugging behind like a tugboat.” He turned to time Maya, then Alex.
Morgan’s eyes welled up with tears at his sharp tone, and she dived back in the pool to swim more laps. She should have known better than to get back online after everyone went to bed. She always ended up staying and chatting longer than she had intended.
Ten minutes later, Morgan walked past the door to Coach’s office and the small storage area, following her friends into the girls’ locker room. Embarrassed by her time, she kept her eyes carefully fixed on the trail of wet footprints. At the far end of the dressing room, Maya slammed her locker shut while she fumed to Amber. “He as good as stood me up last night. Phone calls count. When guys say they’ll call and don’t, it’s an official stand up.”
“You got stood up? By who?” Alex asked.
Amber grabbed her towel. “By Darryl. If you can count the phone,” explained Amber. “I’m sure he tried, Maya. Maybe he got sick or something.”
“Fat chance,” Maya snapped. “When they say ‘I’ll call,’ and they don’t, it counts. At least I count it. And I won’t forget it.”
Something in Morgan’s stomach twisted. She’d had no idea that Maya was actually expecting Darryl’s call.
“Why make such a big deal about it, Maya?” Alex asked. “You have a hundred guys hangin’ on you all the time. It’s just one stupid phone call.”
“Hey, it’s Darryl’s loss,” Maya snarled, flouncing off to the showers, but not before Morgan glimpsed her hurt expression.
Morgan and Alex scooted into their first block biology class twenty minutes later with just seconds to spare.
“Hello, ladies,” Jared called from across the room. “Ready to save the world?” He gestured toward the books, tagboard, and newspapers spread out on the back table for their project.
Morgan shrugged at her stocky friend. “Well, we’ll save the seals, anyway.”
Alex plopped down at her own desk, baggy jeans dragging, and pulled her wet curly hair back into a ponytail. “You guys are lucky. Our group got the platypus. Talk about ugly. You’d think people would wanna get rid of the homely critters.”
“Where’s Ty?” Morgan asked, referring to the third member of their group. Just then the tardy buzzer sounded.
“In the library getting some nature magazine. Ms. Duchovny said it had a good seal article.”
Ms. Duchovny waited for quiet, then rattled off the attend-ance list. She still didn’t know their names, although she’d subbed for Mr. Kistler for a whole week already while he was having knee surgery. As she read, Morgan leaned on one elbow and scrunched her hair, still wet from practice. She’d stayed in the shower longer than necessary, avoiding Maya.
Morgan sank deeper in guilt as she remembered the hurt look on Maya’s face about the missed phone call. Still, the teen line wasn’t just for Maya’s social life. How else could she get any decent time on the Net? And it wasn’t like she wasted her time there. She was friendly and tried to help people, didn’t she?
Ms. Duchovny’s voice permeated Morgan’s thoughts, and she glanced up. An aqua ribbon surrounded Ms. D.’s thin brown ponytail, and a peach plastic earring dangled on each side of her triangular face. A turtleneck topped the pale, faded jeans. “If you have any questions about your group projects, get them answered before Friday. I’ll be out of town all next week for spring break, and your projects are due when we come back the day after Easter.” She tossed her head, making her earrings and ponytail jerk. “Let’s get to work.”
