After school, Helene sat in her room, taking the time to relax after having a long day. She quietly listened to music on her phone, nodding and humming to the lyrics of a popular song, ‘celebrate you’ by John Hill, her uncle when she received a text message from Sebastian.
COME TO GREENVILLE, MARPLE HILL RD, HOUSE NO. 7. I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU THERE.
“Greenville? That place is too far. What am I supposed to tell mother and father?” Helene pouted, typing away on her phone.
SORRY I CANNOT MAKE IT. IT’S TOO FAR. I DON’T A REASON TO BE THERE.
TOO BAD YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE THE SURPRISE I PLANNED FOR YOU.
I AM SORRY, SEBASTIAN.
ISN’T THERE ANYTHING YOU CAN DO TO GET OUT?
I HAVE BEEN LYING TO MY PARENTS LATELY. I FEEL BAD.
SHOULD I COME AND PICK YOU UP LIKE A NORMAL BOYFRIEND. I WIL
