Chapter Four
A week and a half later…
“Regina!” Cara hopped on the end of Regina’s bed. How is she always so cheerful in the morning? Regina wondered.
“What?” Regina grumbled in return.
“You’ve got mail!” Cara said, like the AOL computer does when someone has e-mail.
“So? How was that worth waking me up for?”
“Look at the return address!”
Regina glanced at the return address on the business-size envelope. Wait a second… That… “That’s the Backstreet Boys address. Big deal, its probably just some standard form letter or something. Let me sleep!”
“Just open it,” Cara urged.
“Fine, fine.” With great effort, Regina heaved upwards, and sat up. Cara handed her the letter, and Regina, with difficulty, managed to open the letter. “Hey, wait a second… This is hand-written!”
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