I hear my phone dinging. I grumble and grab the phone. It's a text from the number of 555-7261. I unlock my phone and read the message.
I know your secret, Emma.
What the heck.. I try to think of who it could be. I don't know anyone that knows secrets about me except for my best friend, Megan.
Who is this?
Don't be stupid, Emma.
I quickly delete the texts and block the number. Then immediately call Megan.
"Hello?" I hear a tired voice ask.
"Megan, did you tell anyone about the thing." I ask panicked.
" No, why are you asking me this at 9:30 in the morning?" She says irritated.
"Well someone else besides us knows." I choke out.
"Don't be stupid. How do you know that?" My heart sinks when she says those three words that I read less than 5 minutes ago.
"Some number texted me. Saying I know your secret. " I say even more terrified than first.
"Em-" the line starts to break. "I- have- of- who-" Then it cuts off and the call ends.
"Frikin' little crap." I say to myself.
I walk to our kitchen downstairs. My parents left a note saying they went to the store. Great, I think to myself, what a time to leave your daughter alone. I pour a bowl of cereal and walk over to the table. Just when a loud knock comes from the door making me drop the bowl.
