"Eeeehhhhh sexy lady! Op-op-op-op-oppa gangnam style! Eeeeeehhhh--"
I stopped singing. I thought I heard someone chuckle. As if somone's laughing at me. I feel like someone's here... watching.
"I've been expecting you."
"What?"
Is someone really making fun of me? Is this some kind of joke?
"It's you.. You're the one.. You're the one I've been searching for..."
"What the hell are you talking about? Show yourself!"
I kept looking around, trying desperately to search for the one who owns the voice. But I didn't hear anything else after that. I was left alone... All alone... So I went home.
"Jane... Please pick up."
*The number you're calling is currently not available. Please tr--*
"Fuck!"
"Say that again?" says a voice I think I remember.
"Who's there?" I asked.
Instead of an answer, I felt a hand holding my jaws. I immediately felt pain.
"Let me go!" I tried to say.
"Say it."
"Say what, exactly?!"
"Say it!"
"Who's there?" I asked again, but he only got angrier.
"Say it!!"
"Will you fucking put me down?!"
Suddenly, he let go.
"What happened? ... Just who are you? .... Talk to me!!!"
But again... nothing.
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Teen FictionThis story is a story of happiness and sadness; joy, pain; loyalty, treachery; love, and hate. It starts with Elena, the most popular girl in Montgomery high school. Everything in her life was perfect. She sits in the popular table, along with her p...
