4th March, 2014:
It was just six days after the last anonymous call, and I'm starting to grow suspicious.
It's a Tuesday, and I have morning school activities. I left the house at 9:30 a.m., to attend Art Club. We were assigned to paint murals on the staircase walls. Add a splotch of paint here and there, to create one big masterpiece.
School hours resumed as usual after the activities. More homework, it seems. Everyone was at the verge of dozing off during History. They say we should forget the past, then what's the point of learning History? That's whats in all of our minds. We were thinking the exact same thing.
In the evening, my father would come pick me up as usual. He would always bring along my phone so that I could have entertainment in the car while waiting in the traffic on the roads. Exhaust fumes and smoke pluming from the cars as the engines were running. Nearby, a construction was being carried out. A large billboard had stated that a new railway will be coming up soon.
I gazed out the window, enjoying the sunset beaming on my side of the car. I usually take moments like these to think and settle everything that was in my mind. It just makes me relaxed. I realized that the new world is so much more advanced and modern. New buildings springing up here and there; cars, running on electricity.
As I grew bored, I switched on my phone. I keyed in my PIN number to gain access to my touchscreen smartphone. As the screen brightened to reveal my homepage, I glanced at the notifications bar to find that there was a missed call.
"Hmm, there hasn't been a missed call in quite a long time," I murmured to myself.
As I dragged down the notifications bar, I came to see that it was an anonymous number, no name specified. It came in at 9:45 a.m. Of course, I was in school. I recalled the anonymous call six days ago, so I scanned my call logs. There was something on my mind that could not be mistaken.
With a few touches, I arrived at the Logs screen. I scanned the call logs, back to 26th February, 2014. Taking screenshots of this number and the number from today, I came to a conclusion, that they were in fact, the same number.
Why is this number calling me? Is someone tracking me down? Is someone observing my every move? Is someone planning to do something to me? More importantly, who is this person?
I was jumping to conclusions, overreacting. There are so many people in this cruel world, too many to count, creating atrocities and descending into madness. What have I done wrong? Had I given my phone number to a stranger by accident? I couldn't, could I?
All these questions linger in my mind. I was questioning myself over and over, trying to find the source of this.
I re-checked all my social websites: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc., to make sure that there wasn't a single info in my "About Me" page that stated my phone number.
True enough, there wasn't. This person could not have known me through the web.
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