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Prologue

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I am a ridiculously weird freak and that's a fact. I'm the biggest geek known to mankind, and I am definitely afraid to show it. Hey, I have a reputation to keep, I can't let it crash cause someone figured out I'm a big Marvel fan. I could go on and on about what an obsessive weirdo I am, but I'd rather hit to introduction.
The names Bond, Lena Bond.

I lied. It's Lena golding, but that was nice wasn't it. I got you good. No I'm not your typical pretty, I'm-different-from-the-rest type of girl, I'm just a slightly chubby brunette who's extremely insecure about her 5'7 height. Too tall no? So yeah, I'm willing to share my story of how I think I'm falling for an online stranger. Don't judge, and don't bring that, oh my god that's so dangerous, crap. It's 2015, get your head out of your ass. There's even a website where you can video chat a complete stranger. Don't blame only me. Well, I'm just gonna start my tale.

Wednesday, 14th of January

I laid down on my bed, staring aimlessly at my ceiling. My 18 years of self was staring instead of studying for her finals. It was hilarious really. My phone laid beside me, receiving message after message from people everywhere. I wasn't popular nor was I unacknowledged. I had a believable amount of friends that kept me updated on my surroundings. I usually talked more to my anime loving friends more than my normal friends. It was way better than talking about boyfriend problems and drama. I gathered the energy to grab my phone and check my notifications. After replying to almost all of them, I rolled on my stomach checking my social media. Ok so this is what i did for the past year. Lock myself in my room and stare at a screen for 24 hours. Yet I still wonder why I still have a 20/20 vision (not that I want to be jinxed). Anyhow, it was a typical Wednesday night, me and childhood friend hang out at my place on Wednesdays and I was kind of expecting her late ass.
There was a knock on my room door, speak of devil much?
I got up, looking at my peephole just incase it wasn't any of my everyday friends. Call me crazy but just as I said, keeping your weird profile on the low was pretty hard, considering the fact the I have posters of cartoons and batman. I opened the door to my childhood friend, Nyla. I loved Nyla like my sister. She listened to my insecurities, problems and vice versa. If I were a guy, she'd be ten times out of my league. Never have I ever felt jealous of her golden brown eyes nor her pitch black hair and ridiculously attractive features. We were the same person on the inside, so who cares right? Sure, i have an ugly shade of brown as my hair colour. Sure i have a dark eye colour. Sure I have- wait maybe I do care about appearance. Hah, awkward.
"You will not believe what I found out~" Nyla sang, throwing herself onto my bed. This is one of the things I found great about Nyla. She always had something up her sleeve. No matter the occasion or timing. That's also something I don't have. My insecurity level on a million now. "I'm all ears" I said, sitting beside her. "I found this app that allows you to talk to random strangers!" She chirped, pulling her phone out of her back pocket. I gave her the most creeped out look. To put it straight, I was shocked and not so shocked at the same time. Nyla did all sorts of weird things, so it's a wonder why my eyebrows are raised. "You won't be giving me that look after I tell you why it's so cool" she said, scooting closer to me to show a green app with a Chinese character and an A in the middle. "Basically, this app allows you to talk to not just any random stranger" she paused, brushing her hair out of her face. "A foreign stranger!" She resumed, tapping the app, that now zoomed in making her whole screen green. HeyChat said the screen in bright letters. A list of chats showed up, revealing the strangers Nyla's been talking to. "I'm still not convinced on why this is cool?" I muttered, reading some of her convos that were entirely boring. "You can talk to Japanese people"
And that's when I heard bells. My eyes widened as I checked Nyla's friends list and they were all either Japanese or French. She really knew how to make me look bipolar, as I squealed in excitement. "That is so cool!" I screamed in a whisper, not wanting my mom to come up. "Yeah I know! You should get it, knowing you're odd addiction to Asians" she said, continuing to show me how this amazingly amazing app worked. So it seemed really good and safe, used for learning purposes only. What I also loved about it was that you can't zoom in to a persons profile picture. Nyla helped me set up my account and I might've lied a little. Don't look at me like that! It's not like anyone's gonna know. Plus, I only added two years into my age so I'm illegally 20 now. Nyla and I giggled as we started to talk to French guys. After a few hours of laughing and texting it was time for Nyla to leave. Bidding goodbye, I went back to staring at the wall. I thought about ridiculous stuff, my brain jumping from one subject to another. Whilst thinking, my eyes started to droop. Little did I know, I was already waiting to wake up for another day.

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AN: So this is my first ever published story and well it's basically a kind of like a draft? Idk, If it seems worthy of completing than I'll complete. Don't hesitate to ask me anything :D