17 missed calls...
23 messages...er death threats.
All from a single person. Her name, Soph.
Que had every intention of flinging the phone away after shutting it off when she finally retrieved it from under the bed. But before she could succeed in doing that ot freaking buzzed again.
𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦!
The monotonous voice chipped again, the phone screen lit up with the photo of a very cheerful Soph. Que unlocked the phone without another thought.
It's a wonder how the phone didn't die after all these days. Jiji had always complained about how useless it was of her having a phone, she hardly ever plug it to charge, neither the did she ever credit it.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Você também pode gostar