I spend my time, scrolling through the phone, having literally nothing to do since I decided not to go to class again. I texted Marcus about it, once again lying that I’m not feeling well. He offered to stop by during lunch. I told him yes, because I didn’t want to make up any more excuses. Besides, my dad is coming later in the afternoon. Their paths probably won’t cross again.
As I put the phone away and turn towards the wall, bored of everything, it suddenly beeps. Oh, really? Now what? I just put some distance between me and that thing. I grab it and check the message that I just got.
At first, I stare at it, not really knowing what I’m reading. Then, I realize that I got the message from an unknown number. And the next thing I see is my previous text to this number. s**t. This is my
