I'm Coming For You [A Duolingo Creepypasta] ☑️

III. Trying

"Hey Darrius." Karl greeted as I stepped into the school.

"Hey."

"So how much Spanish have you learnt with Duolingo?"

"I can barely say the colors and numbers. But I haven't studied lately because I'm so lazy."

"Same. I lost my 269 days streak just a month ago."

"You had a 269 days streak?!" I asked surprised.

"Yeah." He said sadly. "I already finished the French tree and there's nothing to learn anymore. And I'm too lazy to try another app."

"If only there was a way for me to be inspired and continue learning. Those notifications don't work. They're sooo annoying!"

"Yup. There has to be a more effective way of making you inspired other than those notifications."

"I agree, but I don't think there will be one. Anyway, let's go to class."

We went to class and sat at our respective seats while our teacher babbled about equations and all those things that I will never have to use in real life. Karl was helping me to practice the colors in Spanish.

"What color is the whiteboard?"

"Uhh... Blanco!" (White)

"Yeah! And the table?"

"Marrón!" (Brown)

"Excellent! And your shoes?"

I looked down at my shoes.

"Negro!" (Black)

"Correct! But remember that colors have plural forms, so it has to be Negros."

"Oh, right, I forgot that."

The truth is that Karl is Hispanic and he already speaks Spanish, and since he was studying French, then I think he's fluent in French too.

Anyway our classes ended and each of us went to our house.