Having Service Doesnt Help Me
210 Words
As the guy walks to his seat, My eyes follow his every step. I felt like nothing could break the stare I was giving. Except for one thing... My phone. My left pocket couldn't stop vibrating since I have it set so it vibrates till I check it. I need to change that setting soon. I sit down fairly far away from the adorable man and unlock my phone. That's weird, I have 4 messages from an unknown number. I have everyone I know on my phone. Maybe it is another student, but how would they get my number? Curios I click onto the few texts that I had received. The Messages read...
1.You shouldn't have done that...
2. Never mind... Meet up at the back of the auditorium if you know whats good for you...
3. Do this at 7:00 Sharp, any later and a penalty will be made.
4. Anonymous out
Startled from these messages, under pressure I decide to go through this. Scared for what to come, good or bad. My brain cant comprehend what the writers purpose was to carry such message across... I might as well... I have nothing to do... Maybe it is a group meeting for the science club or something?
Who knows......
- Writer
