TEXT FROM THE DEAD
(Keria)
Have you ever gotten a text from a dead girl? Well I didn't till today. . . Jamie Lowsworth… She died exactly a year ago today. The school was told she committed suicide. I wouldn't doubt it, she was bullied a lot.
She was the type of girl to hop from guy to guy within a week, which created a name for herself. She really only had one friend group that I can recall. Xander Helix, and Ashley Van. Her group was kind of the same people. Only she got the most beef dished to her.
So I got a text from her on Facebook telling me to meet her at the old theater in Southfield at five. Not gonna lie that kinda freaks me out. The last time I saw Jamie Lowsworth was at a party the week she died. Jamie seemed pretty happy. She was with Cooper Johnson. Cooper was the cutest jock in our school of idiots.
"Miss Wesley, is there a problem?" Mrs. Evans asked. I looked up from my phone to her. I was so afraid. . The whole class was staring at me. I hesitated and shook my head. Mrs. Evans came closer and grabbed my phone. "You will get this back by the end of class" She said and sat down.
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(Xander)
I sat in front of Mr. Stephens while he was giving me a lecture on not touching women inappropriately in school. As amusing as this was, I was about over it. I yawned and looked at him with a grin. "Alexander this is not a joke, I'm trying to help you" he looked at me with actual concern.
I stood up. I hate when people try to give me a "second chance" based on my past trauma. It's absolutely pathetic. I glared at him. "Are we done here?" I asked. "I'm going to be late for Algebra," I added. Mr. Stephens hesitated and let me go. I walked out as fast as I could.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket during mine and Mr. Stephen's conversation. I was itching to see who texted me. I opened my Facebook messenger and saw Jamie Lowsworth's name on the top. What the hell? Isn't she dead? I opened the text message in complete fear. Meet me at the old theater in SF at 5.
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(Ashley)
Lunch was absolutely annoying as usual. Guys and their new hoes, girls and their big boobs, and of course nerds who try too hard. Xander sat at the table looking off. He looked fine earlier. What could have happened? I hesitated to ask him, but I felt it was a good idea.
"Xander, You good?" I asked him with concern. He looked at me for the first time in twenty minutes. He looked afraid. But of what? "Ashley-" his voice was low and uneasy. He looked around to see if anyone could hear him. That kinda scared me. Was someone after him?
"Ashley, Jamie Lowsworth just texted me" he said and handed me his phone. I read the message in fear. Mrs. Evans sat next to me at the table. "Are you okay Ashley?" She asked me. I nodded and tried not to scream. Mrs. Evans walked away and moved on. I handed his phone back. "Are you going?" I asked him.
"Should I?" He asked me. I wasn't sure, and I didn't want to deal with this. I opened my phone and checked my notifications to get my mind off of that. To my surprise I got the same exact text. "Oh shit" I said and couldn't keep my gaze off the phone.
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(Cooper)
I sat at my usual table and listened to music. The usual music, the usual people, the usual food. Only to surprise this lunch period would be by far the weirdest. I read a text from Jamie Lowsworth. I felt a wave of panic. How could this be?
Me and Jamie never really were super close. She and I talked a while and that was it. She dated my best friend Noah for a while. Then Noah died of Cancer, in summer two years back. She started becoming a whore and then she found me. She found me at my lowest point. Then we kind of hooked up.
Hooked up once, twice, then became a regular thing. I felt guilty because Noah loved her. I told myself it didn't matter because he was dead. There was nothing he could do. Then Jamie and I were at a party last year. We hooked up as usual and the next day they found her body in an upstairs bathroom in Marcus Radley's House.
Some people obviously pointed me out. I got questioned by the police a couple times, then never got asked about the situation again. Then the coach looked at me differently then and he kicked me off the team. He said it was bad for scouting during the season. Since then my social life has been crap. Sure the girls still come and go, but that's not what I care about.
I care about my reputation. So far sleeping with girls is the worst thing I've ever done. Only sleeping with women is how I let all my emotions out. I'm broken. . . What do you expect?
