I ran home, excited about the app. I flunged myself on my bed and searched for the app. 'Photo...Man.' The web loaded a bit and popped out a thousand apps. Not that I've counted it. 'PhotoMan...Phot-ooh.' A little icon with a black background and white figure popped out. I pressed it and the read the discription. 'This app can help you find all the information of the person you want to know of. Cooperated by the Navy. Costs $30.' My eyes were bulging out of my freaking eye sockets when I saw the freaking price. $30!!!!! What the heck!
'You better be good,' I muttered to myself as I purchased the app.
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'Heeeeey...Alexander.' I said, looking around to make sure Brody, Jeanz and Ryder is not around.
'Oh hi Grady.'
'Uh, um, I am very sorry for what I've done to you before, you know, being all shitty and stuff.' I gritted my teeth and said. Pretend that you are sorry, Grady, you need some information, dude man up.
'Oh it's okay,' I.T. said, turning back to its locker.
'Really?'
'Yeah.'
'Thanks man.' I said, slapping his on the back. He smiled in return. 'Oh and uh, you wanna take a pic? To uh, you know, kinda like mark this day...?'
'Oh uhm, no thanks, I don't fancy taking pics.'
I gulped. What the hell I.T..
'Uhm, just one please?'
'Sorry but I really don't like taking pics.'
'Take a pic with me or I-' I gasped as its hand suddenly shot out and gripped tightly on my neck.
'Do not tell me what to do,' It growled and banged me against the lockers. I was still in shock when I heard Jeanz's voice. 'Grady?'
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'What's it all about dude,' Jeanz asked.
I turned away and started massaging my brusing neck, not wanting to answer him. I want to find out all about it by myself.
'Thanks for your help but I don't want to talk about it.'
'Telling someone might be good, in fact I want to kno-'
'It's not your fucking business, so fuck your way out of my fucking door,' I blurted out, the tone more offensive than it was meant to be. Jeanz was taken back. He slowly got up from the ground.
'I'm sorry, Grady, I really am. I am sorry for being a friend that really cares about you. I am sorry for even trying.' He said and walked away. He stopped as he reached the door, turning back saying 'I am sorry for being your friend.'
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So thatz it! Happy new year to all of you, thank you for the votes and comments! ILY! ♡
Red mongeese and fluffy Sherlocks,
Wendy
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I.T.
General FictionI.T., as in Idiotic Trash, is the biggest freak at school. No one likes him, wait, no. It. Not even me. In fact, I hate it. A new semester has started. And I'm seated right next to it.
