Blackmailing Isn't cool

29. Ashlyn doesnt do mornings

Seth POV

Ashlyn's turn. This is a hard one.

Ashlyn's POV

It's 5 o'clock in the morning. I am in bed. Asleep. Dreaming peacefully.

But suddenly, I am awoken. God, I hate being woken up.

I look around madly for the source of noise.

There is a loud tapping noise on my window. Like, really loud.

I open up my window. There is a bird. It has a letter in its mouth.

I take it forcefully. The bird starts to peck me. "Get away from me you stupid bird!"

I am not a morning person. I push the bird off of me, and slam my window shut.

I open up the letter angrily. What it says doesn't brighten my mood. At all.

Ashly,
I know you hate that name. A lot. That's why I used it. I like making you mad, see? That's why I sent this at 5 o'clock in the morning. I know you hate mornings. Be at the swing set in half an hour. It's important.

This made me mad. Really mad. Who the heck expects me to meet them at 5:30 in the morning?

I go, though. I'm going to punch whoever this is, for waking me up.

When I get to the swing set, I am still in a terribly bad mood. It's incredible how bad of a mood someone can actually be in.

I look at my watch. It is exactly 5:30am.

I look around. I see a little girl around 10 peek around the swing set. I stand up.

"Was it you?" I ask her

"Was what me?"

"Did you send me that note?"

She gulps. "Yes. I did, Ashly."

Before I can realize what I'm doing, I punch that little girl. Right in the face.

I retreat my arm. "Oh my god" I say, staring at the blood trickling down the girls cheek. She begins to cry. "I'm so sorry"

"It wasn't even me!" she wails.

"What wasn't you?"

"I don't know what note you're talking about. Someone paid me to come over here and tell you that I did."

"Who was it?" but she just runs away.

I hate myself. I punched a little girl in the face. An innocent little girl. I made her bleed. I hate myself.

Seth POV

Only one left.