Wrong Number

The Text

Let me tell you a story.
This story is my story. My love story.
But first let me till you a little bit about myself.

My name is Zara Cartair Mason. But I go by Cartair not Zara. and I have curly brown hair to my butt green eyes. I have and I quote 'boobs and an butt to die for'. I could really go with out the big boobs. They are a pain in the butt. I'm not a stick I have curves. I'm not shy what so ever. maybe I have a tiny bit of shyness but so dose everyone. I'm very out going. If I was in divergent my faction would be candor. Because I don't have a filter I say whatever I think and I really honest. Its not always the best but it's me. Or maybe I'd be dauntless because of how out going I am.

My love story started by me doing something stupid. Stupid and dangerous and this is what I did stupid.

My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me

Lazily I grabbed my phone.
The screen light burned my Sleepy eyes. I got a Text form an unknown number.
"Who the hell text someone at fucking 5am on a Sunday!?" I say to no one in particular

Unknown number-
Hey babe how about we "chill" tomorrow; )

Me- Who they hell are you and how did you get my number?...and two things "babe" one I will never "chill" with you and two ever call me babe again I will find you and kick your ass.

Unknown number-
Sweet cheeks you remember me from the party;)

Me- I Wasn't at a party.

Unknown number - stop playing hard to get Kattie.... that's right I remember your name.;)

Me- I'm not Kattie.

Unknown number- of course you're Kattie.: \

Me - not I'm not

Unknown number- if your not Kattie than that means... :|

Me- yep you got rejected

Unknown number -thats impossible i don't get rejected. I am the one who rejects. :|

Me -Well Mr. big-time ... I'm going back to sleep... peace out girl scout. :)

Mr. Big-time - well Mrs sweet cheeks... sleep tight boy scout; )

I sat my phone down and roll to my side. Just as I was about to fall asleep I hear my favorite part of my favorite song. 'This one time I will hate this song.'

My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I said grabbing my phone and opening it up

Mr.Big-time - you never told me your name sweet cheeks.; )

Me- and I'm not giving you my name... you could be some 40year old.

Mr.Big-time - I'm not some 40 year old I'm 17 thank you very much Mrs. sassy pants.. so tell me your name.

Me- because I'm not stupid like you Mr. Stupid head.

Mr. Big-time- ...I guess that was pretty stupid to ask.....wait how do I know you aren't some 40 year old?

Me - you don't...... but I'm not... I'm 17 two I won't tell you my name thought Mr. Stupid head

I went to his contact I change his name to Mr. Stupid head.

'Its stupid and dangerous I know but it's not like I'm going to meet him or tell home my name what I look like and where I live.' I thought

Mr. Stupid head -well its 6 am I'm going to sleep ...sleep tight Mrs. Sassy pants; )

Me- good night Mr. Stupid head
With that I laid Down my phone and went to sleep and had the same dream I've been having for the last 2 years.

*ZARAS DREAM.*
"Zara! Hey Zara wake up the she devil is coming you have to act busy." My five year old brother Anton said

"Anton why is she coming so early. She comes at five and it's" I started I pick up my phone and open it "and it's only one. Wait it's one I slept in."

"I'm sorry I meant to wake you up but I got hungry and forgot to wake you up." He said looking down

"Its okay Anton. Its not your responsibility to wake me up"I said while ruffling his hair. "Do you hear that?" I pause for a second

"foot steps."Anton said looking up at me with frightened eyes.

"Anton aller courir caché sous votre lit."(Anton go run hide under your bed.) I said in French so the she deval don't understand what I'm saying
"Zara Qu'en pensez-vous?"("Zara what about you?") I thought him French so I could talk to him and no one else would understand what we where saying.

"Anton je serai bien. Je promets s'il vous plaît aller se cacher avant de vous attraper!" ("Anton I'll be fine. I promise please go hide before you get caught!") I said staring to panic If She sees him not doing his choirs she will hit him and I will not stand for that.

"Okay Zara s'il vous plaît dépêchez Je t'aime." ("Okay Zara please hurry I love you.")
he said running to his room.

" Je vais. Je t'aime."("I will. I love you.")I told home right before he was out the door.
*End of dream*

I woke up shaking and crying. Its been 2 years since that happed. And I will never get over it what I did is unforgivable. I killed someone.

I was separated from the only family I had that day.

"CARTAIR YOU NEED TO HEAD TO THE DORMITORY. SIGN IN IS AT THREE AND IT TWO NOW AND IT TAKES THIRTY MINUTES TO GET THERE." MY adoptive mother Marry yelled

Marry is not that bad she cares for me. But she works all the time so I live at the school mist of the kids do and we go home on the week ends. But marry is at work. She works at the ER. So its understandable that she is never home. Even when she is she is asleep.

She was adopted me a week after the indecent.
I don't know why she wanted at kid with her never being home but it was better than that place. She tried to help but I wasn't any use I was broken I am still broken but some of the pieces have been glued back together. Thanks to the help of marry.

I put on my favorite Batman shirt and black tights. I grabbed my black combat boots and slipped them on.

I grabbed my duffle bag full of clothes and shoes and my black backpack.

"Bye marry I'll see you next weekend."I walk out the door to my Jeep and put my stuff in the back.

I hoped in drivers seat and sped off to Preston prep private high school.