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My money just got frozen
Do not put another dollar your bank until you read this > >

I just saw the warning to the right even though I just put money-in my bank. Im so nervous
You need to see this before its too late:
Its scary how I cant access my money now
See what to do >

UPDATE: "I still cant access my money and I recommend you see this before going into the weekened "

- James Carcich
Chapter One clanking of dishes, which was a depressing contrast to the claustrophobic muffle of the train. Lee! he said. Kind of a bad time. See you in an hour He made a little grunt. It sounded like he was lifting something heavy, probably one of the freakishly large hams his mother always managed to get her hands on for the Smorgasbord. I presume she gets them from some kind of experimental farm where the pigs are treated with lasers and superdrugs until they are thirty feet long. Um thats the thing, I said. Im not coming. What do you mean, youre not coming Whats wrong I explained the parentsinjail/meontraininstorm/lifenotreallygoingasplanned situation as best I could. I tried to keep it light, like I found it funny, mostly to keep myself from sobbing on a dark train of stupefied strangers. Another grunt. It sounded like he was shifting something around. Itll be fine, he said after a moment. Sams taking care of it, right Well, if you mean not getting them out of jail, then yes. He doesnt even seem worried. Its probably just some little county jail, he replied. It t be bad. And if Sams not worried, itll be okay. Im sorry this happened, but Ill see you in a day or two. Yes, but its Christmas, I said. My voice got thick, and I choked back a tear. He gave me a moment. I know this is hard, Lee, he said after a pause, but it will be fine. It will. This is just one of those things. I knew he was trying to calm me down and generally console me, but still. One of those things This was not one of those things. One of those things is your car breaking down or getting stomach flu or your faulty holiday lights sending out a spark and burning down your hedge. I said as much, and he sighed, realizing I was right. Then he grunted again. Whats the matter I asked, through a sniff. Im holding a huge ham, he said. Im going to have to go in a minute. Look, well do another Christmas when you get back. I promise. Well find some time. Dont worry. Call me when you get there, okay I promised I would, and he hung up and went off with his ham. I stared at the nowsilent phone. Sometimes, because I dated Noah, I empathized with people who are married to politicians. You can tell they have their own lives, but because they love the person they are with, they end up pulled into the juggernautand pretty soon, theyre waving and smiling blankly for the camera, with balloons falling on their heads and staff members knocking them out of the way to get to the AllImportant Significant Other, who is Perfect. I know no one is perfect, that behind every façade of perfection is a writhing mess of subterfuge and secret sorrows but even taking that into account, Noah was pretty much perfect. Id never heard anyone say a bad word about him. His status was as unquestioned as gravity. By making me his friend, he demonstrated his belief in me, and I had picked up on his conviction. I stood straighter. I felt more confident, more consistently positive, more important. He liked being seen with me; therefore, I liked being seen with me, if that makes any sense. So, yes, his overcommittedness was a pain sometimes. But I understood. When you have to take a big ham to your mom, for instance, because sixty people are about to descend on your house for a Smorgasbord. It just has to be done. The rough must be taken with the smooth. I took out my iPod and used the remaining power to flick through some photos of him. Then the power died. I felt so alone on that train a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness. Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. It was dark and gloomy, and yet, it didnt seem that things would get any better if the lights were turned up. If anything, I would be able to get a much better look at my unpleasant situation. I thought about calling my grandparents. They already knew I was coming. Sam told me he had called them. They would have been happy to talk to me, but I wasnt feeling up to it. My grandparents are great people, but they are easily rattled. Like, if the grocery store sells out of some frozen pizza or soup they advertise in the circular, and theyve gone to the store just for that, theyll stand there debating their next move for a half an hour. If I called them, every aspect of my visit would have to be discussed to the smallest detail. What blanket would I need Did I still eat crackers Should Grandpa get more shampoo It was always sweet, but a little too much for my mind at the moment. I like to think I am a problem solver. I would distract myself out of this funk. I dug into my bag to see what I had managed to collect as I was rushed out of the house. I discovered that I was woefully unprepared for the trip ahead of me. I had grabbed the bare essentialssome underwear, jeans, two sweaters, a few shirts, my glasses. My iPod was out of power. I had just one book with me. It was Northanger Abbey, part of my ter break reading list for English. It was good, but not exactly what you want when youre feeling the creeping hand of doom. So, for about two hours, I just looked out the dow as the sun set, the candycolor pink sky turned to silver, and the first snow began to fall. I knew it was beautiful, but knog something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didnt care. The snow got harder and faster, until it filled the view and there was nothing left but white. It came from all directions at once, even blog up from underneath. Watching it made me dizzy and a little ill.


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