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Rumor has it that a serial killer has arisen in New Rize City. Nobody knows who it is yet and there are no leads as to who the killer may be, but everyone has been calling him The Last Request Murderer. Supposedly, a person can put the name of anyone they want murdered and that person’s home address into a text message and send it to a specific cell phone number. According to the rumor, that person winds up dead within the next three days. What’s worse is there’s evidence supporting it. A multitude of people have gone missing recently. People are talking all around school about how they’re going to send a message with someone’s name in it to the number as a means of joking or believing it’s really going to kill them. Either way, though, it’s starting to sicken me.
Me and Cierra are sitting in the library, perusing through encyclopedias, dictionaries and text books for a chemistry report during lunch. Giz couldn’t make it to school today since he had a fever, otherwise I would have chosen him as my partner. Cierra, flips the encyclopedia in front of her off the table as she buries her face into the table with a loud groan.
“Why can’t science make sense?” She pouts into the table, muffling and fake crying. I look at my text book a little while longer before even taking a glance at her, then I flip the book closed and sigh. I prop my arms onto the table in front of me and rest my head on my hands. With my free hand, I scoot away the text book and pull a different encyclopedia towards me.
“Jesus Rainbow Christ, this report is freakin’ hard, even for me! I’m glad Giz is exempt from it, otherwise I’d have two reports I have to pull out of my ass. Why do we even have to write a report on all the functions of DNA using all our vocabulary words anyways!? It’s so stupid!” I complain out loud in the middle of the library. The old lady behind the desk glares at me, trying to tell me to quiet down and I sass her back with a sigh. Non-verbal communication is a wonderful thing. I glance back over to Cierra who had finished her pouting act and had the encyclopedia she had tossed on her head as she had a pencil on her nose and two other books in her other hands as she was trying to balance all of them while she stood on one of her dainty feet. I expected her to fall in five seconds.
As always, her performance seems to amaze me and occasionally prove me wrong. She lasted ten. With a loud crash to the ground, she started laughing like crazy, and I couldn’t help but to laugh with her. We got shushed by the librarian a few times before we stopped, and she put the books back onto the shelves, though not necessarily where they belonged. She plopped back onto her chair at the table and leaned back into it, letting her head flop backwards.
“This is so boring… We should procrastinate. That sounds fun. Want to procrastinate with me?” She blunders on. I look at her, tucking my tongue into my cheek. As I sat there, thinking. I pondered which one was more fun: ditching the report for tomorrow or doing it now so I don’t have to do it later… I can bullshit everything when I get home. I’m fucking bored now, dammit! I pack up my books and put the other ones back onto the shelves.
“What you got in mind, girl?” I ask her, perplexed. She whips her head up and looks at me with a devilish smile. She chuckles the most evil chuckle, and I swore I saw devil horns on her head at that moment. She takes out her phone and shows me the number of rumor.
“Wanna see if it works?” She asks me, giving a demonic stare as if she had planned this from the beginning. She leans forward more and pushes the phone further into my face and putting her boobs further into the table. “Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya!?”
She bombards me with the same question over and over again, smooshing her boobs against the table as well as her flip phone onto my face. I see her tongue starting to hang out as I yell out to her in annoyance.
“Fine! Just stop putting that phone you have right into my face, dammit!” I scream. The librarian tosses me another glare and a loud SHUSH. I look around nervously and see tons of people staring and then going back to their reading. I begin to blush and sweat and whisper to her in a soft grumble. “Fine.”
She goes back into her seat and bounces upwards slightly, causing her boobs to go back to normal shape and bounce as she does. She puts on a very stereotypical happy face and exclaims with excitement as if this will pass enough time so she doesn’t have to do the report anymore and can go on to the next boring part of the day. She puts her phone into her hands and starts typing away on that tiny keyboard of hers.
“Soooo? Who’s it gonna be? Give me a name here!” She strings together so fast I can’t even comprehend. I stare around, and people have started looking at us again. I cough some and try to shrug it off.
“How about Giz? The weekend’s coming around the corner and he and I will be with each other the whole time then. I can help keep him safe.” I say, quietly, but that doesn’t stop the looks from flowing towards us as Cierra lets out a squeel, followed by an “OKAY!”, causing the librarian to toss us out. Cierra finishes typing and then shows me the text before sending it.
“This right?” She asks, unfamiliar with what she just did. I look at the screen and nod my head. That was the right name and address. She takes back her phone and giggles. “Okay then, shorty! Text sent about your boo!” She screams and the librarian glares at us through the glass windows of the library doors. I have to admit, that was a really loud scream.
The day passes and on the way back to Giz’s place, I see Giz standing outside the shop. I run to him and hug him as tight as I could. He looks at me and chuckles.
“What’s wrong with you? You look bored off your ass. Do I really make things entertaining for you at school?” He asks me, chuckling as he hugs me back as tight as he could also. I lose my breath as I feel tons of my bones popping as I swear my eyes were gouging out of my head. Nobody’s going to kill this guy. Definitely not.
“Oh nothing…” I groan through the stress he’s putting my body through with his bear hug. “How was staying at home? Are you excited for the weekend?” My voice begins to squeak through the groans and he lets go.
“I should be asking you that.” He coughs a little bit. “You going to be okay with talking to your parents about this and us?” He asks me, concerned for my well being and self esteem.
“I should be fine. But YOU shouldn’t be out here! Get back inside, Giz! You’re sick! You shouldn’t be outside!” I snap at him and then he glares at me.
“That didn’t stop you.” He chuckles as I slap him on the arm.
“Can we forget that, please?” I ask him, hoping he will just drop it at the door as we walk back inside to my new home.
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