Try Not To Be Afraid Of The Dark (Very Short Stories) ~EDITING~

Online Killing

My name is Ellen Rhodes. I was killed on 28th September, 2009. Because of one stupid online mistake.

This is my story.

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Bored and waiting for my parents to get in, I thought I'd check my online dating profile. As I wasn't exactly the prettiest girl in the world, online dating really helped with my love life.

As I logged in, and checked my inbox, I noticed one of my closest 'friends' was online. I popped up, wanting to relax and just have a bit of fun for once.

bunnygirl21: Hey sexy!

ethman: Hey there ;)

bunnygirl21: What you doing? (:

ethman: Just chillin'. How about you?

bunnygirl21: Not much :)

ethman: Got exams :/

bunnygirl21: Ugh, that sucks. What ones?

ethman: Maths, English, Geography, History. All the boring ones! :(

bunnygirl21: Aw, poor you! I only have art this week :D

This wasn't exactly a lie. I did only have one exam this week, but it wasn't art. I didn't even take art. I was probably the worst artist in the class, even in the school. But little lies like that didn't harm anyone. At least I wasn't lying about my age.

ethman: Woo! You good at Art then?

bunnygirl21: Well, I like it anyway. People say I'm good, but I don't like to be too modest.

ethman: Always the way!

bunnygirl: Yeah, hehe (:

ethman: Soooo...

bunnygirl21: Idk, hahahaha.

ethman: Sorry, what does 'IDK' mean?

Wow, how strange, I thought. Every teenager know what that means. But I don't decide to question him.

bunnygirl21: I Don't Know, is what it means :P

ethman: Oh, okay! Haha!

bunnygirl: Hehe...

ethman: So, where about's do you live? ;)

bunnygirl21: Oh, me? I live in...

ethman: Huh?

bunnygirl21: I don't really want to say. Sorry.

ethman: But, I thought you trusted me?

bunnygirl21: I do, I just get told never to trust people online with personal details.

ethman: Oh, so you don't trust me then? Fine, whatever, Ellen.

bunnygirl21: Um, how do you know my name? It's not on my profile and I've never told you before...

ethman: Forget it. I'm going. Goodbye.

I rush to type back a response on my new laptop, punching out the keys as fast as I could, but by the time I'm about to send it, he's already logged out. I groan.