Message In A Bottle

Aug 27 (Part 1)

"BlueInk," Willow repeated in a tone that wasn't condescending, just curious. "That sounds so academic and serious."

Fred snorted. "You know I'm only serious when it doesn't matter."

"That's my boy. And because you seem well enough to banter with me, you're not close to dying... yet. I'll leave you be. Take care of yourself and don't make Mom worry!"

"Tell that to yourself!"

Fred hung up and flopped back on his bed. Now that he was logged in on his phone, he could view the "Sea". Only one message was there and Fred read it.

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Name: TrueQuill

Posted on: August 27. 10:08am.

Message: Hii to anyone reading! Good luck for school that starts next week :)

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Hmm, the functions of this website seemed fun to play around with. Fred randomly typed up his own message, pressed "post", and waited for profit- wait. Wait. Where did his message go? Fred frantically refreshed the page, but there was nothing except for TrueQuill's message. Fred frowned.

So with a raging headache, Fred edited and re-edited his message, checked his connection, and grew increasingly frustrated when his messages continued to vanish into thin air. What was this dumb app? And it wasn't commonly used enough for there to be a FAQ or a troubleshoot page.

Fred was in no mood to email the developers, so naturally he did the next best thing- text the only other person who'd managed to post a message.

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August 27. 2:01pm.

BlueInk: Hallo

BlueInk: sry to bother u but do you know how to post messages?? mine kept on being eaten lol

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Fred rolled over and shut his eyes. He did not expect a quick reply. If this True person was a student like him, they were likely enjoying a nice summer's day out before they were forced into the hell known as school-

DING!

-or maybe not.

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August 27. 2:01pm.

TrueQuill is now online.

TrueQuill: Hi! Idk, I just press the post button and it appears? Immediately?

TrueQuill: Maybe you went against the community guidelines somehow

BlueInk: ... if a simple "hi" is banned, idk how to survive anymore lol

BlueInk: and oooh true n blue... we rhyme :)

TrueQuill: Yeah :)

BlueInk: woo a pair of literary icons

BlueInk: istg this app is held together by duct tape and mozzarella cheese

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Fred wanted to slap his forehead. Why was he being so weird? Oh, he was sick. Literally. Thankfully, his new friend (?) didn't seem to mind.