"Susie god damn Smith has one, for Christ's sake."
Susie "god damn" Smith was four years old. She owned a phone. Joanne, who was thirteen, did not.
"I'm sick of your complaining. I have a cell-phone in which you can text and call, and isn't that all you need?!" said Ms. Carrie Whiting, her mother.
"Oh please."
The fight went on for forty more minutes, had exactly four middle fingers, five F's, seven S's, twenty-four A's, and ninety six god damn its. Two of the middle fingers were from Joanne, four of the five F's were from Joanne, five of the seven S's were from Joanne, fourteen A's were from Joanne, and sixty-six of the god damn its were from Joanne. It had about two hundred tears. Joanne physically tried to hurt Carrie at one point, even.
The fight ended with Joanne going into her room, shoving down some chairs on the way there, and crying and weeping on her bed.
Ms. Carrie Whiting indeed had an old, old, phone. Her home had few electronics in general in it, in fact, all there was was an old phone and a small, cheap TV. She cared very little for electronics.
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787
Mystery / ThrillerIt started with an E-Mail, from an anonymous source named 787. It read, simply, "Be Prepared." Ian's iPhone has a virus, a virus directly targeted towards him. After that day, gruesome deaths begin to occur around town. Murders, stabbings, choking'...
