Jenny POV
I wake up quite early this saturday morning. The sun is shining on my eyelids. Damn it, I forgot to close the curtains when I went to sleep last night. Well, I can't fall asleep again so I just sit up slowly, rub my eyes and yawn. I look at the alarm clock next to me. 6:14 AM. I'm definitely the only one awake in the house. I slowly look at my desk. There's my laptop. It looks...tempting. For some reason I really want to sit down at the desk, open it and press that little, blue button that starts it. And that's what I do and only a few minutes later I'm on the internet.
As usually, I start by logging on to my e-mail account. The first thing I see is an interesting e-mail. I click on it.
Subject: Hello stranger.
From: streetsinger357@gmail.com
To: londongirl123@gmail.com
Hello there stranger.
I was just walking casually yesterday. Did you notice how windy it was? Anyway, I was walking and I saw a piece of paper on the ground. It was a name card and on it was this e-mail address. So the only thing that I know about you is that your name is Jenny (so you're definitely a girl) and that your e-mail is londongirl123@gmail.com.
I thought that it might maybe be fun to be your penpal or something. I actually don't know why I'm doing this. I just need someone that I can talk to that is not on of the people in my everyday life. I promise that this is not a spam and I'm not a pervert. Just a regular teenage guy.
I totally understand if you think that I'm just a weirdo. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to.
Sincerely, Harry.
I stare at the e-mail. Should I answer? Should I tell my dad about this? Definitely not. At least not until I'm sure about this person. I slowly move my mouse and press 'new'. Then I place my fingers on the keyboard and start writing.
Subject: Hello.
From: londongirl123@gmail.com
To: streetsinger357@gmail.com
Hello Harry.
Like you know, my name's Jenny. I'm 15 years old. I'm not going to tell you more personal info until I'm sure that you're not a pervert. Or maybe just because this will probably be more fun if we don't tell the other person anything personal except for first name and age. Agreed?
I would love to be your penpal. I've always wanted to have one.
Sincerely, Jenny.
I take a deep breath and press send. There's no turning back now.
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From author: I just want you guys to know that the e-mail addresses do not exist. Or at least I hope not. These were just two random ones that I made up.