New message from: Probably Definitely Anna
Hey... What's going on?
You do not reply
She seems worried about you. Why don't you reply.
New message from: Probably Definitely Anna
Hey... I didn't mean to snap at you. I have been really stressed.Will you stay after school and talk to me sometime soon?
By my clock you took 2 hours 48 minutes and 15 seconds to reply to her!
What is wrong with you master??? She needs you!
New message from: Probably Definitely Anna
I'm sorry... I don't know what that happened but it shouldn't have... I'm sorry. I need some space. We shouldn't talk anymore. I'm sorry... Please delete my number.
You do not reply. Why do you not reply. She needs you! Can't you see it. She has done this to you before. Remember??? 'Cause I do.
You go to my contact app.
You go to her name.
You tap the delete.
Are you sure?(please don't be)
Yes or no?
You tap no.
Oh thank our lord Steve Jobs.
You go to her name...
Edit:Why should you reply?
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?
Why should you reply?
She is your friend thats why!
You go to photos.
You select all the phones of the album of her.
You delete.
You search for a photo.
You save a photo that says "DON'T CROSS THIS LINE"
You make this her photo.
What happened to make you do this.
A few weeks later you are messaging her on a google document.
She tells you to text her.
Why dont you?
She misses you.
She cares for you!
The next week she takes a picture of herself.
Oh how I missed her face!
The next week she asks again. "text me"
You say you don't have her number
Your nose just grew a foot.
She gives you her number.
You never text her.
She picked me up today.
She said she was putting her number in.
No, Anna don't do that.Then you will text yourself and you will know what he has you in. Oh how I wish I could speak.
She check to see if she is in my contact app.
She doesn't see the name.
She adds her name and number.
She closes the app.
Yay she didn't text herself.
She opens it again.
Goes to her contact.
Send a new message to: Why should you reply? and one other
She doesn't notice.
She types.
She stops.
She notices.
She taps my case on the desk and looks at you.
You smirk.
I can see it in my camera.
You say,
"you shouldn't have taken my phone."
I wish I could speak.
I'd tell you,
"You should have known. It's Anna!"
She drops me hard on the table.
She yanks her paper from your hand.
She grabs her pencil
I can hear her crying.
Can you?
She is your friend.
Or so I thought.
