Zoe continued searching through the address book of her phone until she found what appeared to be the most often dialed number, according to the call log. The name was Pamela. She didn't recognize the name immediately, but if she closed her eyes, she could almost picture her, and she was not someoone the old Zoe would have hung out with.
Both she and Pamela were fairly typical girls. They weren't the ultra-popular cheerleader types or the social fringe groups like the Goths.
She clicked call. "Hey, Pam...You've just got to get over here. I've got something so cool to show you..."
Her original plan to have some fun with the rock was still in place. She had all the time in the world to fix things. She might want to have some fun first.
