Back at my house, mom was yelling at me for sneaking out and not studying.
"I needed to take dad's gift out for a ride, isn't that the point?" I said unconvincingly. I don't remember the rest of the conversation but I am sure it doesn't matter anyway. I went to my room and puffed my pillow. Face down and looking tired like only a teenager can.
Like clockwork, it took a mere two minutes for my need to check my phone to kick in. Scroll, scroll, nothing, nothing.
I opened the pictures I took. Yup, smudges.
I sent a message to Deppy, "How do I add the printer on this thing?"
She replied, "Just hook it up to the laptop and run the..."
"WIRELESSLY. NOW. IM NOT GETTING UP," I said.
"Kala! Here, click this and accept the install," she said a few seconds later.
I clicked and the printer was connected. I tapped print and the photos started whirring out of dad's printer.
How did she do those things? I'll never get technology.
I went to the living room, and raised a big photo of my face up to my face. Yup, just like staring into the lake.
Not big enough. I downloaded an app for photo manipulation and zoomed a bit the part with the smudge. Print.
Are those eyes? And that weird looking hole a mouth? It can't be, can it? Nah it's just a glitch. What about the rest of the pictures? Print. Print.
What did that guy call it again?
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Teen FictionShe Wanted Thousands of Followers. Now There Is One She Can Never Shake Off. When a sheltered teenager starts noticing a hazy face following her in her photographs, she begins to investigate an urban legend. But will she uncover the truth when she g...
