FACEBOOKING, TWEETING, AND MESSAGING
I'm not sure what possessed me. Maybe the fact that I was more lonely today then other days. Evelyn wasn't here today, so I sat at lunch with a few kids who didn't utter a word. I didn't realize how much I'd miss Evelyn until she was gone, as cliché as that sounds.
So I typed the now foreign keys into the toolbar. Facebook...
It had been my life once upon a time ago. I lived for Facebook. I updated my status every hour and added new photos everyday.
I haven't been on in months. Two at the most. It feels so odd to be suddenly typing in my username and password. Two words that were branded into my mind. I don't think I could forget them, even if I tried.
I was utterly shocked. I had fifty messages. People were wondering were I was, what happened to me.
I opened the first message, the most recent one.
Kayla: 'Gurl, r u sic?'
Kayla: 'U do know ur missin skool, rite?'
Kayla: 'Gurl, if u went on vac without tellin me, I'm gonna beat ur ass.'
Kayla: 'Fine, don't txt me bac. I don't care anyway.'
Oh Kayla, poor girl missed me and I totally just ignored her. I'll send her a message, eventually.
I opened the next set of messages.
Ainsley: 'Where have u been, Frey?'
Ainsley: 'U've missed so much school. I miss u, please txt me, soon.'
I felt tears prick my eyes, I'm sorry Ainsley.
I moved onto the next messages, not being able to read Ainsley's other three messages.
Lori: 'Did u die or somthin?'
Lori: 'U've gone MIA on us!'
Lori: 'Gettin seriously fed up with u, gurl.'
Poor Lori. I need to text her back soon as well.
Jayla: 'We're worried about u. Txt someone back.'
Jayla: 'Did u move or somethin? Just wonderin, pls txt back?'
The messages continued just like this. Some showed immense violence, other showed deep worrying about me. My heart warmed at the notion. All these people cared about me, and I cared about them. I should just open a chat group with all of them so I don't have to repeat my story a hundred thousand times.
I decided to check out all my other internet based accounts. My twitter was filled about the shit going on in school. Apparently this shocking couple got together and everyone is tweeting their opinions.
Instagram was full of photos of back to school night. The dance looked extremely fun. But I wouldn't have gone. I most certainly would have stayed home.
I hadn't checked my phone in a long time. It didn't help that it was dead and I lost the charger in the move. But if I had it right now, I'm sure I'd have fifty some odd messages.
Oh well...
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SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Novela Juvenil"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...