So apparently Sierra was worried about me. Like very worried. Thirty five text messages from Sierra mostly asking "You ok?" I decided to call her instead of text. I mean your bestfriend can call you at almost 8 PM and talk about his problems, Right?
Ring
Ring
"CARTER YOUR ALIVE! Oh my gosh are you ok?" She practically yelled.
"Yeah I'm okay. I guess," I started, scratching the back of my neck nervously.
"THEN WHERE THE HE-" She started.
"Look I've had a terrible day, so please can you not tell at me?" I asked. She sighed.
"Just worried that's all. So what happened?" She asked, sounding defeated.
"Well um, you see..." And I explained what had happened. After three minutes of explaining I stopped.
"I, uh, I don't know what to say about this whole situation. 'Congrats on cheating death!' Or 'Well what happens now?'" She said. I could almost see her nervously tapping her nail on a hard surface like she does often.
"I, I don't know to be honest. I'll just come to school like normal I guess?" I replied scratching the back of my neck.
"K. Meet me like normal tomorrow. I got to tell you something, but my mom is calling me over. You know how she is." She sighed, I nodded then realized she couldn't see me.
"Got it. Bye." I said hanging up. I flipped down onto my bed and started at the ceiling.
(LMAOOOOO AUTHOR'S NOTE 2020 THIS IS CRINGE I'M ONLY DOING THIS FOR YOU KO-)
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Day Past Death
Short StoryWe follow Carter on his "death day" well... except his time of death was a few hours ago... and he's perfectly fine.
