I Wish You Knew

Chapter Two

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Brett

Silence. Something I know rather well.

I lay in bed, looking blankly at the ceiling above me. I sigh, as I look at the red digital numbers of my alarm clock. 7:36pm. I look back up to the ceiling, feeling helplessly bored. I usually have plans every Saturday night, but everyone I know, had either already made plans with someone else or they just simply didn't feel up to doing anything. I know my parents won't care where I go, so I'm up to go anywhere at this point.

I blindly look for my phone, feeling around my bed for the rectangular device. Once I have manage to find it, I put in the passcode, revealing a picture of my newborn cousin, which is set as my wallpaper. After a little while of admiring the picture, I press the green message icon and form a group message with people I don't really hang out with at school, just ask them for homework help, but I know them well enough to ask them if they wanted to meet up somewhere.

I'm not the brightest kid, and everyone knows that. I just simply don't care, I know I should, considering the fact that I'm going to have to start applying to colleges soon, but I want to do something else with my life and I feel like college will just hold me back from what I really want to pursue in life.

After waiting for a couple of long, boring minutes, I finally got a response, but not one I wanted to see. I let out a long, agitated sigh and threw my phone down on the bed with unnecessary force. I can't take being locked up in my own personal hell, I call home.

Most people would consider home a sanctuary, a place you can't wait to get to after a dreadful day of school, but that's different for me, and maybe for some other people. I'm an only child, I'm always greeted with silence when I come home from school, no joyful laughter coming from the mouths of children, no feet pattering, just pure silence. My dad, likes to keep to himself, he is always either at work or downstairs watching T.V., doing his own thing. My mother on the other hand, she barely speaks to anyone of us, she's always locked up in her room doing who knows what, probably reading a book, I don't really care what she does anymore.

I look back at my alarm clock for the third time in the last five minutes. I pick up my phone where I had last thrown it and held it above my face.

"What to do, what to do", I mumble to myself as I scroll through all the apps I've downloaded over the last three years that I had this phone, some I question why I even considered downloading them. As I finish deleting the last of the apps that I stupidly decided would be a great idea to have, I get a notification from an app that I rarely use and almost forgot I had, Whisper.

 

I press the notification and it immediately brought me to the home screen of the app. I look at the bright screen in my hands and debate what whether or not I should delete the "anonymous secret sharing app".

After short minutes of my debate, I decided to roam around the installment, see what it has to give. I press on the 'Popular' icon and look through what secrets other people have to share, some aren't even secrets, like this one,

Whisper Challenge:

Reply with your

zodiac sign. Chat

with someone for 48

hours who has the

same sign, without

sharing pictures of

yourself.

Since I have nothing better to do with my life right now, I accept the challenge. My birthday being July 7, makes me a Cancer, instead of replying with my sign, like most people would do, I look through all the responses and pick someone with the same sign and chat with them.

Hi

A/N: I'm back!!!!! Sorry for the wait, but I have a new chapter for you guys. So I'm on vacation and I'm writing this on the way back home from Vegas, I have no school for the rest of the week so that means update every day! Sorry for any mistakes, but I wondering if I can have someone from wattpad edit for me or... yeah. So let me know if that's a thing and/or if you want to help me out, if you know you're good at it, I'll credit you and/or dedicate you.