*Unknown pov*
I watched her walk out of Starbucks. It's her. That is my phone, that is not hers, that bitch infected it. I don't need bitch germs. I know who she is. I've seen her walk down the halls before. IVE SEEN HOW--I stopped myself. Calm down. I hate her. She is truly the bane of my existence.
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omg she scares me.
sorry the story got all creepy, but it wrote it self if that makes any sense. I hope you enjoyed it, even though you probably didn't...please hit that vote button and please please leave a comment I would love to hear from you.
btw sorry that the chapters have been so short I've had writers block
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One Contact
Short StoryShe finds a phone on the sidewalk. There is no trace of someone ever owning it, except one single contact, 'Unknown'. When she texts the number someone replies.
