Messages from the dead

Chapter 1

"Did you hear about Jacob? Katy says he's gone to Juvie. But we all know she's a whore for the bad boys" Carlie smirked as Helens eyes widened. "Fucking whore! Jessica needs to hear about this!" Helen grabbed her iPhone out of her blazer and typed rapidly at the screen. Carlie's phone buzzed on the table of the Latin class. "Why is Latin even an option? I wish we did classics again.." Amalie sighed and continued to tap against her screen. "God, when will David ever get the hint?! He's a faggot, he dressed like a girl and paints his nails! I don't wanna be with him, urgh!" She ran a hand through her purple swirly locks and sighed. Carlie checked her phone and saw an unknown number

+44 8936729830: I know your secret..

She put her phone back in her pocket. "Joseph again? Guys don't get it do they.." Carlie's phone buzzed two more times.

+44 8936729830: Don't put it away.. Your Latin teacher will be here when the bell rings in 30 seconds, read my messages.
+44 8936729830: not wise to ignore me.. I can do more than you think of. Count from 30, your teacher will come in happy and smiling. She talked with Mr.Rendal. He just asked her on a date. Start counting now.

30 seconds later her teacher came in skipping and told them it was a free lesson. Carlie was amazed. As Amelie jumped up "NO LATIN!" She smiled gleefully and hugged her friends. "Let's talk prom dresses!"