❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

Catching the chickenpox sucks. It also sucks when the class nerd is blowing your phone up with texts like an amateur. The story is told through exchanges of texts, emails and handwritten letters. [updates will be every couple of days] jared: So. . .How are you feeling? 6:34 PM me: i'm still sick 6:40 PM jared: Oh, I'm so sorry! 6:41 PM me: that meant go away 6:45 PM