We walk into our room laughing our heads off and smiling, and you can’t forget out of breath. As we walked home it started to rain. As Zac slams the door, I hear a huge crash of thunder and we both laugh. After the thunder, I hear a small ding. I turn around to see the small pocket of my back pack illuminated.
“I gotta pee,” Zac says as he points to the bathroom.
“Okay,” I answer.
I change into a pair of dark sweatpants and my thin gray sweatshirt, but I left my hair down. I walk to my backpack and pull my phone out of my smallest pocket. I haven’t looked at my phone since that first day when I was shot at. 128 messages. Shit. I sit down on my bed. There were millions of messages from people at my school just saying happy birthday. As I scrolled back looking at my messages from my friends from when I first left. They really missed me. I mean they really, really miss me. Lastly, I looked at messages from Kendall.
Just in case you forgot, Kendall, well, I guess she was my best friend. Since the exact second I didn’t text her back when she texted me that first day at the time I was supposed to get home, she texted me every day, millions of times each day. The messages disturbed me. How could she have missed me so much and I just kind-of forgot about everybody?
I continue to read through her messages.
Monday:
Kendall:
WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER MY TEXTS!
Kendall:
Come on.
Kendall:
Are you mad at me?
Kendall:
What did I do?
Kendall:
Look, I guess your phone is just dead. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Tuesday:
Kendall:
Wtf! Where are you?
Kendall:
You know we only skip school together.
Kendall:
Are you sick or something?
Wednesday
Kendall:
That’s it I’m coming to your house.
Kendall:
Why is there a for sale sign at your house?
Kendall:
What the hell? Answer the door!
Kendall:
Did you move?
Kendall:
I am looking through your window and all the shit is out of your house.
Kendall:
Fuck you. I’m your best friend. I should be the one person you tell this kind of shit to.
Thursday
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The Night
Teen FictionIt was a was a regular, normal, everyday October day for high-schooler Rosemary; that was true, however, until a black molester van came into the picture. "I never thought I would ever see someone shoot a gun, and definitely not someone shoot...
