Heather Grace Texting
(Timeline: Spring semester after Cherish)
Heather: You up?
Grace: Why do you insist on texting me like I’m a booty call????
Heather: As if
Heather: I hate geology
Grace: Ouch. Seems a little tone-deaf to be complaining about rocks to a gargoyle
Heather: Not complaining, just stating a fact
Heather: Also BEGGING for help
Heather: How do you date a rock?
Grace: I don’t know. Maybe you should ask Hudson…
Heather: LOL
Grace: Seriously, though. How bad is it?
Heather: Besides the fact that I have no idea how to do absolute or relative dating?
Grace: And here I thought you were an expert at both
Heather: Why do I even bother?
Grace: It was too easy
Heather: I’m going to fail my geology test tomorrow
Heather: You’re my last hope
Grace: You really are screwed then, huh
Heather: Want to get ice cream?
Grace: You think ice cream is going to help you learn how to date rocks?
Heather: I think ice cream is going to make me feel better about not knowing how to date rocks. Isn’t that the same thing?
Grace: Not even a little bit
Grace: omw
Heather: With ice cream?
Grace: With Dawud. They love rocks
Heather: Bless Macy and her portals
Grace: We’ll be there in ten
Heather: Bring ice cream
Heather: And a pencil sharpener
Grace: You act like I don’t know you at all