Chapter 7

On Wednesday, “are you serious right now?” Jessica snorted. “We're talking about Vince Givondi, and you couldn't figure out a way to let me in or something so I can meet him or get an autograph or... or...” Adeline closed her eyes, Osipov itself over the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure in the skull. “I'll give you an autograph,” she promised. I hope ivy would be Ibuprofen or aspirin, or even just something to drink. “Fine—that's business!” Toothy smile split the face of Jessica as she pushed open the door marked Entrance. Despite the harsh penalties for using the wrong doors (due to this is one of the largest of the principal pet peeves), she continued to do it. As her friend ran across the Parking lot, Adelina breathed a sigh of relief. Girl never-ending energy and is mainly radiated by the Sun...