MY PERFECT PLOT

X. Assignments

SKYLYNN's POV

For teenagers my age when you return back home from a party you wake up with throbbing headache but instead I woke up with a non-functional foot.

I had a problem explaining it to my mom why I have a dysfunctional foot because telling her "mom I went to this party where Zach abandoned me and then at a 'party' I was looking for a place to sit alone so I bumped into the corner of something placed in a dim lit room. Hence the foot." This explanation would have made my parents believe I wasn't a normal teenager. Since 'normal' never wandered alone in a party.

If only they knew the clauses that came with the pact of signing into a high school.

So I had settled to tell them I sprained my foot in my dance rehearsals but hadn't paid heed to it then and thus this.

I was sitting in my room with a bandaid on my foot, which should technically help it. Let's see because according to the school football team captain, my sprain was apparently not too serious.

Winter and Jeanine had made plans to visit stores today and buy some of the new stuff since they were tired of older one. I might have wanted to join them but neither did I want to go out and nor was I in a position to.

Zach has presented his apologies that he totally lost the track of time since he got drunk and that his charm got attractions. Never mind poor single boy.

So there I was scrolling through the pages of my calculus assignment and my playlist playing on my cellphone when it buzzed.

Unknown: up above the SKY...Hi!

The text caught my attention and got me like

Me: excuse me? That was one very lame attempt to gather attention.

But it did though.

I should have figured who it could've been but then that wouldn't be me (with a sprained foot.)

Unknown: It hurts to know how ignorant you are of my words.

Who was this person?

Me: so mind ringing your words again at my head.?

I was too tired to put my brain into working and think who this was.

And then my phone buzzes with the same unknown number.
How long has it been since I removed it from silent.

I answer the call since maybe hearing him, or her though it's unlikely, is less tedious than texting.

There was silence the other end. I tried playing the same game and so it was silent from both the ends.

And here I am playing games with an unknown person, who could possibly be an ax murderer.

"Hellooo?" I lost.

And all that I get to hear is a silvery male voice chuckling and that was cute.

"Excuse me? You ringed me up so I am supposed to know who this is."

"Calm down mon chaton. I'm the ever famous Elvis Regan!"

I scoffed.

"You are not famous. And I'm not a kitten"