Wake me up at 4:20/ Frerard

Challenge 1

Frank groaned in annoyance as he woke up not by his alarm but by the onslaught of texts on his phone, the vibrations against the wood of his desk waking him up.

Wake up

This is your first challenge

Wake up

Wake up

Frank

Your first challenge is to wake up at 4:20 am, you cannot go back to sleep until 10pm tonight

Frank

Wake up

Frank cursed in annoyance, groggily rubbing at his eyes and glaring at his phone before sending a text to let the person know he was now awake. He laid back down in his bed, trying to go back to sleep but his phone buzzed again.

I meant it, don't go back to sleep

Frank stared at the text, somewhere and somehow they were watching him. He glanced out his window to see if anyone was peering through the glass but was only greeted by the darkness of the night. He imagined some creep in a mask sitting in the oak tree outside his window using binoculars, Frank shut the curtains quickly and sat on his bed. He stared at the window in fear, worried that by accepting to play the game that he had invited some creep to stalk him.

Where are you?

Frank sent back, his back against the frame of his bed. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't go back to sleep. Fear had woken him up and would make sure he couldn't go back to sleep.

Don't worry about that

Frank read over the text that didn't help soothe his nerves

I don't want to play anymore

Frank could tell the person had hesitated with their answer, the ellipses appearing and disappearing multiple times.

Too late, you agreed. You have to play or else...

Frank stared at the text, at this point he was regretting his existence. Despite the cold night he could feel a drop of sweat from nervousness land on his arm. He set his phone down on his bed and stared at the window, with his bed sheets covering himself as he sat up against the bed frame. He did this until he could hear birds chirping and his mom downstairs yelling for him to wake up. He wobbly got out of his bed, his eyes burning from exhaustion. He got dressed into his school uniform- a boring black polo and khaki pants.

He went down the stairs and grabbed his back pack that smelled mildewy from the rain. He left his hoodie where it was though, for it smelled too bad to wear.

He sighed as he walked to school, glancing around to make sure no one was watching him. Self consciousness crept up inside him as he felt invisible eyes watching him. His slow walking pace soon turned faster and faster, his heart racing with fear; wondering if the footsteps he was hearing was another's or his own. His chest gave a leap as he arrived at the school, they couldn't get him here; too many people.

Frank mind wandered to the last part of the text, what did or else mean? Was it an empty threat or was it directed to him or possibly his family? Not that he cared for his family but he wouldn't want to come home and see them dead, would they being willing to kill?

A few minutes before class, busy wondering what or else meant, he accidentally bumped into a senior. He could tell by the student ID lanyard that said Grade: 12 (Frank had lost his own, not being bothered to keep track of it). He muttered an apology and tried to continue walking but a hand grabbed the back of his backpack and yanked him, back, making him trip and fall onto the ground which ended with him scraping his knee on the cement of the court yard ground. "Watch where you're going," the senior spat at him, followed by an eye roll before he went back to talking to his friends.