A message from warmblanket32, the normal. Probably about the meetup tomorrow. Becka walked to her computer and clicked on her inbox to read the message.
"Let's meetup at 1:00 tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it!"
"1:00 is sorta early," Becka said under her breath
Becka replied with "okay." And no me too. She was regretting it, and super nervous. Becka had everything ready for tomorrow. Her outfit, money, and pepper spray on her keychain. She even had her car washed.
Becka said goodnight to warmblanket32, he said it back, and Becka went off to sleep, dreaming about what could happen tomorrow. She prayed not to wake up with a bad dream.
CZYTASZ
An online chat with warmblanket32
RandomA regular teenage girl, in a world all alone, didn't know that one notification could change her life forever. How could it possibly go wrong?
