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Ophelia Meyers took light footsteps, making the yellow and orange leaves crunch loudly beneath her black Oxford shoes. Her plaid shirt flew around her as the wind picked up speed around her. She looked at the dark grey clouds billowing just North West of her town, Sprage.
The wind whispered in her ear, prompting her to get home before a storm brewed. The grey and black clouds blew closer. A drop of rain fell on her round, button nose. Then another on her glasses. Then another on her dark toned arm. She kept the same, slow pace. She was a pluviophile, she loved the rain. It made beautiful sounds against windows and tin roofs.
She turned left onto Maple Avenue. She closed her eyes and let the rain fall onto her, she knew Lacey, her older sister, wouldn't mind.
"Hey! Ophelia!" someone shouted. It was a male, the deep-still-hitting-puberty voice cracks were present. She opened her eyes and was greeted by a blonde boy with bright electric blue eyes. Freckles dotted his pale face. And Ophelia knew who he was almost immediately. Oliver Ryans.
"Oh, hey Oliver." she mumbled, looking back into his blue eyes. They were so friendly, just...they were so welcoming. "Heading to Andrew's?"
"Of course I am! It's our one month anniversary!" Oliver shouted. "I can't wait to see him...to bad he didn't come to school today, though." Oliver was still wearing his school uniform, as was Ophelia. They both were to busy and didn't really care to take them off.
"He still sick?" asked Ophelia, kicking a pebble.
"Yep. Still has mono.." Oliver looked upset, "So I'm going to visit him and Annie!" Annie Hansen was Andrew's little sister. She was cute, and Ophelia loved her to pieces. She looked at the street signs. Jefferson Street was the next right. Her and Oliver turned right.
"Oh, here's your and Andie's house, Oph." Oliver smiled, turned to house 870. Ophelia turned to house 872, waving to Oliver.
"See ya Oliver!"
Oliver nodded, and quietly turned the door knob, entering Andrew's house.
Once Ophelia entered her house, she got a strange text. From an unknown number.
"21 people. 21 phobias. How many of you will survive?"
"Probably just a kid from school pranking me." she mumbled. "MOM!" she called, no response. Her mother wasn't yet home.
She got another text, this one from Oliver:
"Um...Oph? I just got the strangest text, so did Andie and Annie... It said: '20 people. 20 phobias. Who will survive?"
Ophelia- I got that same text!! 🤔🤔
Oliver- After you got it it said 20...I wonder who all is getting the text...gotta run! See ya tomorrow Oph!
"Thats...strange." Ophelia whispered, kicking off her wet Oxfords, peeling off her socks afterwards. She changed into comfy sweatpants and a sweater. She saw a note from her mom sitting on the dining room table.
Hey, honey. I'll be back soon, another emergency call. Kidnapping in Washington state, I know it's far away hon, but Mrs.Hansen is right next door...and I'll be back in a few weeks babe. Love you.
-Mom
Ophelia breathed a laugh. She walked upstairs and flopped onto her bed. She drifted to sleep, thinking about that strange text.
She woke up some time later, a text from a girl at school she never talked to caught her eye. Camille Johnson.
Camille- Hey Meyers! I've heard from Andrew and Oliver that you got the same text as us? Mine said 3 phobias, 3 people. Who will survive?
Ophelia- Funny...the numbers go down as they text more people...
Camille left her on read. So, if there were 21 random people getting this specific text, it wasn't some lame person from school pulling a prank. It couldn't be.
If they texted Camille, the most lovely, popular, and beautiful girl in school...no one dared to text her pranks.
She walked downstairs, hungry. "Yes!" she whispered excitedly as she saw pizza money on the table. She grabbed the fifteen dollars and called Pizza Hut.
After she placed her order, Ophelia flopped onto the couch. She ran her hand along the velvety cushions, watching the color shift from dark burgundy, to a lighter shade of burgundy.
About ten minutes later, her door bell rang. She got up from the couch and opened the door. Who she saw wasn't the pizza man.
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