Flirty or Friendly?

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I was thirteen when it happened.

I was scrolling through my newsfeed on Facebook when it happened.

I got a friend request from someone named Michael Smith.

I decided to snoop on his profile before making any stupid decisions.

Michael Smith had a lot of pictures of young Muslims and he posted a lot of religious pictures, none of them Christian.

I just assumed he was a harmless Rateko (They didn't like being called refugees, and Rateko is the Nauruan word for "Foreigner"), and clicked on the word "accept".

Then a message popped up on my Messenger App.

I took a look.

I sure wish, I hadn't.

There were a couple dozen dick pics and then...

Michael Smith is typing...

Until finally a message appeared.

"Hi! Your beautiful, want to be my friend??😙"

I would have shrieked in a horrified fashion had I not been too busy boiling with anger.

I quickly gave him a piece of my mind, stating the obvious fact I was freaking THIRTEEN!!!

I might have also called him a child-molester and a fuckface, although I'm not sure if that actually happened.

Just as I was about to click on the block button, a new message popped up. More specifically, another picture.

It was a picture of a man, obviously in his twenties, and he was frowning.
His ethnicity wasn't clear to me.

Everything about him was eerily similar to the other rateko I've seen so far.

From his nose, to his eyes, to his bone structure...It was all rateko.

Michael Smith is typing...

I paused.

I was so ready to accept his apology and then block his pedo-ass.

Instead the last message he sent me was,

"You Nauruan girls are all tge same!"

I clicked on that block button so fast, my nail broke, after that I deleted any evidence of our chat, afraid of what my father or older brother might do if he found out. 

I did not want my father or brother to go to jail for beating his pedo ass.

The sad fact was, if people were to choose who to believe, they'd have chosen him, he was older and I had deleted the evidence of our chat, and in extension the evidence of his sick pedo ways.

I curse myself for that everyday because next thing I know, a guy named Michael Smith was online dating a classmate of mine...

Let's call her Susie, because frankly, I can't remember her real name since she dropped out of school a few months after. It started with an "S" though so yeah...

Rumour has it, her father discovered that she was chatting with a man who was waaaaayyy older than her, and had punished her by shaving all her hair off, 'till all that was left were her eyebrows.

I'm not sure how much of that was true but barely a month later, I bumped into her while shopping at Capelle & Partner's. Her once waist-length hair just barely grazing her shoulders.

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