wOrd?

wOrd?

A Story by DiANA

 

It was another regular boring day at work and I had to close. I was there until about midnight. All I heard was crickets cricking. I went to my locker and took out my phone and saw I had a missed call, and a text from an odd number that I did not recognize it said…

   I got the dough and hid the body.

I thought it was just my friends fooling around so I just went along with it.

  Oh agt ill be there in a min. meet me at the usual spot.

 

  K. just dnt take 2 long. I dnt wnna look suspicious.

 

  Just stay in the truck. I’m on my way. Just got outta           

  Work.

 

  Work?

 

  Yeah, work. Stop actin stupid guys ill be at the

   Bowling alley in a bit.

 

   Bowling?  Work? What are you tlkin bout. I thought

   U said U could only pay me 1grand cuz u got laid off.

 

That’s when I realized that it wasn’t any of my friends and that I just might be in trouble so I decided to go along with it, and not make it a big deal.

 

    Yea duh.lol. It was a joke. By work I meant cleaning     

     Up around the house.

 

    Oh. Agt. Well wateva jus hurry up n meet me.

    Oh k.

 

I didn’t know what to do. I thought to myself should I change my number, or should I text him back and say I can’t meet him tonight.

 

    Yo!

 

    Why u not here yet.

 

    UHH I can’t go 2nite.

   

    WORD!?

 

I never texted back. My fear wouldn’t let me. I just stayed home and tried to go to sleep. I shut my eyes for 3 min. and when I opened them there was a gun to my head. Every nerve in my body was shut down. My heart never beat so fast. All of a sudden I hear a shot. It went rite through my pillow. I stayed silent. He lifted up my sheets. I acted like I was dead. He called a random person and all I heard was…

 

  He’s dead, He wont be in our way anymore.”

© 2008 DiANA


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