It was Derek. My ex fucking boyfriend! DEREK!!! I hung up like right after he said "Hey."
"Hey"
"I know you're reading these texts Luna"
"Hello? Luna call me when you can.."
I was ignoring his calls, and texts. I didn't want to talk to Derek. I haven't spoken to him in over 6 months. What does he want now?
7:30 A.M my alarm went off. It was now Tuesday. I decided to go to school today. Everyone came up to me hugging, and saying "I'm so sorry for your loss". I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better fucking friend to Emma. I drove to school today, so I had my car. I drove a Honda Civic. When I went to my car during lunch period, to get my lunch.
Someone left a note on the window shield saying. "Call me Luna. Please (902)-256-1293"
I crumbled the note up, and threw it in the car. Who is this random person leaving me notes now. I'm scared. But I tried to brush it off. It's no big deal.
I walk back into school, and finish my two last periods. They went by so fucking slow, I swear. I hate school with a passion. Only one more year. I keep telling myself.
*BRRing* the intercom went off. "Luna to the office now"
"UH OH" what now.
I walked into Mr. Bruins office.
"So Luna. We saw on the camera's someone, that could've been a boy or girl wearing all black, put a note on your car"
"Umm.. yeah I don't know who left it. It's nothing to worry about. I threw the note away"
The room went into complete silence.
"Can I-I leave now"
"Sorry Miss Luna, Yes you can." Mr. Bruins made a weird smirk at me.
"Um yeah. Thanks" I rushed out, letting the door slam behind me.
I got in my car, and before I took off I put on my "sad playlist". I drove for about 25 minutes, until I got home. I drove up my drive way, and started crying, and crying. I heard something run fast behind me, as quick as I could I looked up at the rear view mirror.
It was someone wearing all black....
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RomantikGet inside a teenagers mind, and start living through their eyes. Luna is a complicated teenager, with an equal amount of dramatic, complicated friends as well. Experience romance, heartbreak, sadness, and craziness. - I wrote this short story, to b...