“Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the Lord,
“Though your sins are as scarlet,
They will be white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
They will be like wool.”
“Sooooo? Who should I ask to the dance?” Crystin looked around at her friends. “Kim, tell me, who should I ask?” The cafeteria, filled with shouting high school students as it was, provided plenty of cover for this type of plotting. The most popular cheerleaders sat around the battered gray round table, picking at their light lunches and planning dance invitation strategy.