Juliet knew the severity of internet safety and deep down she worried that she maybe should have reported the messages. But a part of her felt like she knew Her Romeo and she felt a odd warmth to him, an extortionately strange magnetising feeling- guiding her towards her phone as it neared 9 o'clock.
Juliet hugged her phone to her chest and sighed, she knew that this could all be a lie. She could be being pranked, or worse 'Romeo' could not be who he says he is. But for now, she once again turned her phone off and left it in her bedside table. Thoughts flying through her brain of the mystery that is 'Romeo'
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Short Storythe day I turned 16 I began to receive text messages from an unknown number.