Tennisball stared at his phone. Why was there a new number in his contacts?
He remembered his online safety class. "Never text an unknown number." Tennisball quickly went over to the contact and deleted them. He refreshed his page, going to do his original task: asking his friend about the homework.
hey did you understand the hw? >
cuz i didnt >
< yeah i did
< what r u confused abt
idk where to put the words from the word bank >
< its for the idioms
< anything else?
( i think my phone got ha ) ^
Tennisball sighed. He didn't need his friend to know all his problems.
no im good >
He clicked off the chat, only to see the unknown number again. "Oh...you again..." he huffed.
He jabbed the delete button for the contact more aggressively this time. Then, he exited the app and clicked back on it, praying the contact wasn't still there this time.
It was still there.
He shot a glare that could rival an atomic bomb at his phone. Sadly, the contact didn't explode.
Fine, he thought, let's see what this person wants.
This went against every primal instinct he had, but curiosity overwhelmed the system.
"If they wanted to do harm, they would've sent me something already," he reassured himself. He took a deep breath.
Unknown
hi >
< Hello? Who is this?
Tennisball stared at his phone, not knowing what to do. Should he tell them? Should he not?
Yes? No?
Yes? No?
Yes? No?
In the end, he just did what he did best: nothing.
[a/n sorry its so short :/ idk]
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