Superstitious // h.g

"Come in!"

I woke up to see the living-room clock-hands on 5:48, and soon realised I had fallen asleep for 3 hours. I looked outside, to see an orange and pink sky, the sun slowly fading away. I also saw Husky was done with his bone and was sleeping about 7 metres away from it. I slowly got up, stretching my joints, and moving up into my room to get changed.

Should I go? What if they don't like me?

I walked to the side of my bed, where my clothes that I laid out earlier were resting. I carefully picked them up, bringing them with me into my bathroom, so I could get changed. Once I did, I took my other clothes to the laundry. I went over to the living-room, grabbing my phone off of the couch, but soon realising it had fallen down a crevice in-between two of the cushions. I dug my hand into the crack to get it. As I did, I accidentally pressed the Home button. As it lit up, I saw a message from an unknown number that I didn't recognise, but the area code I did.

+61 859 583 29

How weak? Flying away to a different country because you can't even handle your own! No wonder you don't have any friends :-)

What?

The only person that this could be is Laura, Sasha, Jonea, Georgie, Ebony or Heidi. Not that I gave my number to them, but they are all tech-savvy and know how to hack into things. They could probably work out what I had for breakfast this morning while they're at it. They are also the popular group/bullies that pick on anyone who they see as a threat to their social position.

Then I realise the suspect that I can convict out of all the names I just ran through. Heidi. Exactly.

At least I don't bully people to the point where they HAVE to leave their country.

My finger was hovering over the send button, but I decided to just leave it. I blocked the number instead. I didn't want to get engaged in her pitiful life. I'm too happy here. A fresh start.

I put my phone in my bag, making sure to zip it up, after what happened last time when I cracked it. God, I hate when I crack expensive things. It's like you have this dark cloud of guilt hovering over you everywhere you go.

I checked the clock one last time to see that it had changed to 5:56. I made sure to grab the keys to the house off the back of the door and checked that I had everything, before finally leaving. I walked up from my front door onto the pavement that is parallel to the road, leading to the end of my street, stopping at Hayes' house.

119, 121

123.

I slowly approached the door, making my final decision. I was about to knock on the door, until I saw a small, grey button that had an illuminated bell on it. Oh.

I pressed it, and was to no surprise greeted with a tune that sounded like the Ice Cream Truck song. I waited a few seconds, hearing some noises like dishes clanging and surfaces being hit in the meantime.

"I've got it!" I heard someone yell, and fast footsteps getting louder and louder.