Unfriended ζ Omaha Boys

[02]

Sammy Wilkinson

Everything that's been happening everyone's been freaking out. We've tried hanging up our chat, and it's still there no matter what we do.

"Babe297: Tell me who posted the video or. . somebody dies!"

"Oh My God" Johnson says.

Is this a game or something? What the hell is happening? Who would fucking believe this shit? Maybe it's just someone messing with us?!

"Guys, why the fuck are we dealing with this shit, why are you guys believing this crap? It could just be someone messing with us" I said laughing my ass off.

"Oh my fucking god Sammy!"
Nate says as I keep laughing.

"This situation that we are in right now. We got to be dead serious about this. What if it's not a joke?" Alison said.

"Really Alison? It's obvio-" Right when I get cut off by a ding.

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"Babe297: how about we play a game?"

"Go fuck yourself!" I spat.

"Sammy chill out bro" Nate says.

"Babe297: that wasn't very nice Sammy :("

"This is bull shit guys!" I said.

"Babe297: you don't want to make me mad Sammy?! Don't you?"

"I don't care, I'm hanging up this is crap" I spat again.

Babe297: you hang up and you loose. . ."

"Don't do it Sammy please" Paris warned me.

"Try me bitch!" I spat.

Sammy Wilk Has Left The Chat