Disconnected

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• anonymous •

"Kara," her mother said, seemingly happy as Kara rushed down the stairs.

"Are you giving me back my things?" Kara asked, a look of hope on her face as she pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater up her arms. Honestly, Kara couldn't stand the scratchy feel of these expensive materials or by the fact that it was practically summer and should be wearing a short top and bikini bottoms, but it was the new trend and she happy obliged just to be envied of.

"Of course-," her mother spoke, a smile on her lips. "Not."

Spinning on her knee high socks, she huffed and made her way up.

"I'm happy with your English test results!" Her mother said as she packed the A+ slips of paper back into the envelope. Her mother sighed when she heard "obviously not enough to give me back my belongings" but knew that all this banning of technology would help Kara see that she could do more than sit in her room and Skype her friends instead of being physically with them.

Sitting on her neatly made bed, Kara felt although she had absolutely nothing to do. She couldn't upload recent photos to her Instagram, she couldn't message the boy who she fought to keep away from other girls at school, and she most certainly could not listen to her favourite band. The thought of listening to All Time low made her heart flutter. That band was the only thing she personally could keep to herself, seeing as she is the most popular student in school and followed the fact that Bastille had become most trending artist out. Kara hated rejection, and she knew that if her favourite band was to get out, that they would hate because she liked them. It's a lot like her attraction for lasagne, which she has on a daily basis; but at school you would only see her carrying a lunch tray of cranberry salad.

Looking to her left, she saw that the crappy phone was now fully charge and turned off the switch. She placed in her SIM card and typed in the numbers to her cell company before topping up twenty dollars.

"Thank you for choosing this company, you now have one gigabyte of data, five-hundred calling minutes and unlimited amount of texting. Top up in one month."

Yawning as she deleted the message, she saw she had a new text and warily opened it.

To: Kara

From: unknown

Hi, it's Michael-the guy you met yesterday, unless if you met another guy... Then I'm the guy who brought you this phone you're looking at right now. You said yesterday that if you could, you'd pay me back, well how about we meet up in the city?

Kara looked around her room, and was thankful to see that there was nothing else she needed to do.

To: unknown

From: Kara

Hey Michael, yeah I'd love to. One thing, if you're planning on hurting or raping me, I'll have you know that I have given my mother the name and features of yourself.

Smiling as he ruffled his newly dyed hair, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and started to type.

To: Feisty Kara

From: Michael

I'll tell you now that I'm actually quite a gentlemen and prefer to kill women on the second date. Did you add to your list of features 'unbelievably handsome'? How about Burger King at five tomorrow?

Rolling her eyes, she put down a brush of a nail polish and read the text with a laugh, she knew this Michael was quite funny, but admittedly, she wasn't sure if he was being honest.

To: Michael The May Be Murderer

From: Kara

Well it's nice to know that I won't have strangle marks tomorrow then, huh? Okay, I'll see you then : )

Unsure if he should quite texting back, he decided against seeming clingy and put the phone away. The second he saw this girl yelling in that big ugly yellow building, he knew he wanted her in his life.

"Mikey dear," his relative called, "can you please help me with something?"

He jumped up, shoving the phone in his pocket as he left his room.