Girls don't scream

One new massage

I put my pencil down and took a deep breathe. What do you do when you get writers block? I had an essay so ina day and had no idea what to write. I bit my lip as I drummed my nails on my desk. I stared at the blank paper in front of me. I closed my eyes and hung my head back when I heard my phone vibrate. I typed in my password, 5225, and went on instagram. The notification was from my friend, he had DMed me one of those videos where they save dogs from dumpsters. I watched it and I was about to log out when I saw I had a "request." I opened it and read what it said.

"Nice ass."

"Whose this?" I replied.

"Michael."

"Who?"

"The guy that said hi to u in the hallway."

"Oh, ok."

I chuckled to myself, taking it as a joke. He was probably just being friendly or something. I decided to take a brake and just eat an apple while I thought of what to write when I got another massage.

"So wanna trade some pics?"

"Pics?" I was shocked, I stared at the phone, waiting for him to answer.

"You look delicious."

I blocked him right away and threw my phone on the bed, disgusted by him and just went to grab an apple from the fridge. I watched an episode from Riverdale and went back to homework and continued being tortured by my evil writers block. Ignoring whatever that had happened just now over instagram.

Little did I know that was the beginning of one of the worst things that could happen to me.

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I hope you liked it! It's not long because it's just telling you how it started and how I kind of ignored it at first. If you think this was good then just wait till I write the official first chapter because it's gonna be goooood! Leave a thumbs up cause who doesn't want one? 

If anything like this happens to you, don't let it go on like I did. Tell someone before it gets too  embarrassing to.

Xoxo,

Katie.