Ivy

Unknown

Mom and dad came back to our table with false smiles on their faces. “So...” mom used her high pitched voice, the one she only uses when she’s trying to get answers I won’t tell her. “I saw a lot of police talking to you and your friends” she smiled and her fake happy voice was sweeter then my ice cream. “Any reason why?” I stared blankly and talked in a bland voice “some guy came to our school and brought a g*n with him” I pause “we were all questioned” her fake smile falters and I can see he eyes twitch. “Well I know that” her voice slips in and out of octaves. “They just seemed really focused on your class” I flash back to the questions the police asked us, the way they scribble in their note books, and tried to pull the memory’s out of our heads as if they could watch them, and play them on rewind. Mom is trying to do the same. I can tell she’s trying to rewind my mind, so she can see the what happened. “Mom I’m fine, the only big deal was...” my phone buzzed in my hand. I realized I hadn’t looked at my phone since lunch time, I had five messages unread. “Hold on mom” I get up and walk towards the rest rooms, I opened my phone to see the words unknown number.

Unknown: are you ok?

Unknown: are they asking questions...

Unknown: don’t tell them

Unknown: you can’t tell them what happened... it could be dangerous for you

Unknown: they are watching you

I read the messages over and over until my goose bumps spread over my whole body. I hesitate until I type a message and hit send.

Me: who are you?

I grip my phone tight in my hand, and look down.

Unknown: ...

They were typing... I heard a bing as my phone buzzed. I look down to read the message.