BRI! LOOK AT YOU, YOU LOOK LIKE A HORSE HAS BITTEN OFF HALF YOUR TOP! GO BUY YOUR OWN. WAIT. YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY, DO YOU? HAHA SO LAME...
'You're the one who's lame.' thought Briar wistfully. If only she could actually manage to get hold of whoever sends these petty text message.
Another one. "UMMM WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, SNOGGING BOYS FAR OVER 27!" It was an audio message, distorted to make the voice unrecognisable. She picked up her phone in dismay, and then put it down again. Attached to the audio message was a picture of Briar kissing a random 27-year-old. It was photoshopped, and it didn't even look real. "Don't have a voice, don't have a life." She mumbled to herself. She had blocked the person, but they just kept coming back. She had a number for them: +11 12593 927468. The police had said that that wasn't a real number.
Another one. I CAN SEE THAT THIS IS HURTING YOU, YOU WIMP. I MEAN, WHO'S SCARED OF A PEICE OF METAL???? HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA. LEAKING UR PHONE NUMBER SOON. HAVE FUN WITH THE SPAM!!!!!
"How did this happen to me?". She now had an idea up her sleeve.
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The texts- a bryles story
FanfictionBRI! LOOK AT YOU, YOU LOOK LIKE A HORSE HAS BITTEN OFF HALF YOUR TOP! GO BUY YOUR OWN. WAIT. YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY, DO YOU? HAHA SO LAME... 'You're the one who's lame.' thought Briar wistfully. If only she could actually manage to get hold of...
