This story is based off of actual conversations my friends and I have in our group chat.
It all started with a simple crush. Maybe this all would have been avoided if said crush wasn't sitting at the same table as me and all the friends I wanted to...
"Calm down!" Anneliese exclaimed as she backed up, "You fell asleep during fourth period. I was just waking you up."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I sat up and assessed my surroundings, "I had the scariest dream."
"What happened?" Anneliese asked me.
"This random number texted me and started saying things that only someone who was in the room with me would know," I told her, "it was really creepy."
"That is really creepy," Anneliese agreed, "I have to head to Pre-Calculus, but try not to think about it. It was just a dream, after all."
"You're right," I agreed as she walked out of the room.
I decided to play BitLife on my phone while I waited for class to start, and my blood ran cold when I noticed a notification on the screen.
(666)555-5555: Did you really think it would be over that easily
Cholesterol: Nice try, Anneliese lol
(666)555-5555: What makes you think this is Anneliese?
Cholesterol: Maybe because I got this text as soon as you walked out of the room
(666)555-5555: Could Anneliese have taken this picture?
(666)555-5555:
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I frantically looked up from my phone and looked around the room. I was definitely alone (everyone else took forever to get to class), but the picture was clearly taken the moment before. Since the windows were in the background, I had to assume that the person hadn't taken the picture from outside.
Cholesterol: Who the fuck are you?
(666)555-5555: I would tell you, but I enjoy watching you panic
Before I could come up with a response, my Spanish teacher walked into the room. When he walked in, I noticed the glass on the door. Someone could have easily taken that picture from that angle. I abruptly stood up and ran out of the room while saying:
"I gotta go catch a stalker, Mr. Thomas!"
Mr. Thomas gave me a very unimpressed look as I ran out of the room.
Cholesterol: You're not as clever as you think
(666)555-5555: And how's that?
I didn't respond, not wanting to show my hand too soon. I estimated that it had been about two minutes since they'd taken the photo. If they had moved fast, then they could have been anywhere in the school. However, I also guessed that whoever had taken the photo was too cocky to run away from the scene of the crime. My guess was that they would have slowly walked away with a smirk on their face. That being the case, the furthest they could have gotten was to the classes in the Math Wing of the school. I ran in that direction, confident in my detective skills, only to find the hallway empty. My choices were either to knock on every single classroom in the wing or go back to class. I walked back, utterly defeated.
(666)555-5555: You look like someone kicked your dog
Cholesterol: You know what, kid, I'm done. Stalk me all you want for all I care. I'm tired
(666)555-5555: You're really just giving up
Cholesterol: It be like that sometimes
(666)555-5555: Ugh, I hate you, Chloe
(666)555-5555: This is Laura btw
Cholesterol: Wait, I thought this was a dream?
Cholesterol: This entire thing started in my room and ended up at school
Cholesterol: Mr. Thomas literally let me sprint out of class
Cholesterol: And Anneliese isn't even in my class
Laura: It is, but you're so extra that your dreams have to have logical endings, so here we are
Cholesterol: Oh okay, makes sense
Laura:Now, wake up
"Chloe, it's time for you to wake up for school!"
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I'm not going to lie, guys, I didn't have a single photo of me at school, so I had to improvise. Let's just say that nobody has ever accused me of being good at photoshop. If this chapter gets five votes I'll post the original two pictures I used to make that one (trust me, one of them is freaking hilarious). Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
