I went out of the bathroom, and grabbed my phone off the desk. I put all my books in my bag and went over to the bulletin board.
I studied the boy's face that wasn't x'ed out but I couldn't recognize him. I unlocked my phone and went to the photos app.
But I don't remember taking any of these but they were all there. That guy and I filled up every photo. 667 photos of that boy and I. Including one of us kissing. Jk, make that three.
Wait.
Only 661 if them were of us. 5 of them were photos I actually remember taking.
The other one I don't. It was a video of me. I'm afraid to play it because my face is tense with fright.
I press play and I see myself but the camera is moving up and down. Then I sat and stared at the camera and I was obviously scared. "Don't say yes! Just don't let him confuse you. He is wrong and so is..."
My mouth suddenly stood still and I looked up.
"This doesn't matter! I will be dead by the time you watch this video." I paused. "At least I'm SUPPOSED to be dead!" My face was frightened by the fact that I might be alive then.
I put down my phone confused at that video.
But who is trying to confuse and make me say yes.
More importantly why would I want to be dead?
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I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.
Then I realized I must be going crazy cause all of this wasn't happening. It wasn't! So I decided to put on my freshman Friday outfit.
I left my makeup on because it was actually pretty. Then I went downstairs and saw my mom making coffee. There was something different about her. More stress, more weary and just plain sad.
As if someone was dead.
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Not Gone
Teen FictionBritney wakes up on Friday and is panicked from her dream. She feels different but can't seem to tell what. Her mother is mad at her for unknown reasons and she suddenly now is one of the most popular girls in school. The only difference from what s...
