text me later

i text a male creature

Midnight

1 year before

I was walking through my school hallways. Today has been a hard day. I had 2 testest today. TWO that should be not legal. And I haven't eaten since yesterday's lunch and we leave school in an hour. I can just imagine a mchicken with a mc flurry. Yum. I might have a small obsession with McDonald's food. Anyway as I walk through the hallways I can see all the different types of people. There are the emos the jocks the popular and the nerds. Plus the art kids the quiet ones and the smart ones. I'm in the smart group and maybe the emo too. I have straight A and wear mostly Black and listen to green day a little bit too much. I'm going off-topic as I walk to my locker I see a paper. I get interested and look around to see if it is anyone's. When I look around and see it is no one's I pick it up. It is a light blue sticky note. I put it on my jeans pocket and grab my things out of my locker and walk home.

* later that night*

I have just finished doing my homework. Life is so hard being a sophomore. I walk out of my room down the stairs and to the kitchen. The kitchen is a light blue with a white roof. I go to the pantry and grab a Nutella jar. Don't judge but I love Nutella. I grab a piece of bread and run up to my room before my mom can tell me for not eating properly. walk into my room. It is black with a white bed and desk and closet on the other side of the room with water bottles every were and chip bags. I'm lazy don't judge. I sit down on my bed and then I remember the sticky note. I excitedly pulled it out. The possibilities are endless. It can be a confession to murder. Drama from school. Test answers. Even if I don't need the test answers because I'm the best in my year. I'm also a nerd that fangirls to much. Of track. I open the sticky note slowly.

I see a phone number

××××××××

I wonder who it is. Should I call it?

I chose to text instead of calling it. I pull out my phone. I start to type it in and say...

Me: hey stranger

I know I'm weird for sending that and even trying to text a number that I don't even know. But when your bord and have not that many friends you got to do what you got to do.

My phone vibrates. THE PERSON HUMAN IS TYPING.

××××××××: hey?

I think the human already thinks I'm weird.

Me: it's ok I'm not a person that is plotting your murder.

But I might be in the future...

××××××××: that is what a person that plots murders would say. And I didn't mention anything about murder.

The human has a good point.

Me: but you were probably thinking it

××××××××: you're right about that

Me: I'm always right

No, I'm not always right but I like to think like that.

Me: so quick and painless or slow and painful for your murder

××××××××: is that even a question

××××××××: quick and painless