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*Lyra's POV*
You know when the best time of day is? Well besides when you force someone (Joshua) to give you a potato. It's the end of the school day. I mean, come on, nothing beats flopping onto the couch then remembering that you have a shirtload of homework to finish.
I flopped onto the couch, screaming into the pillow. Joshua tried to keep a straight face, "You good Ly?" He asked.
I popped up, smiling innocently, "Yep, I'm gonna go do homework now, bye!" Joshua just shook his head in confusion as I went to my room, trying to decide whether I wanted to burst out laughing or start crying. I had way too much homework today and I knew it.
When I entered my room I immediately took out my phone and put my homework aside. A text message caught my eye and I saw that Mister nice guy had just added me to a group chat. Wow. That was some really perfect timing.
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mister nice guy 😎 has added you, Red ❤️, and Seven others to the chat
+1 (858)-924-0180
Clint?
What is this?
Who is +1 (707)-873-7862?
omgggg mister nice guy is called Clint??
mister nice guy 😎
Tony no!
You weren't supposed to say my name!
Red ❤️
Well now you've both fucked up
+1 (401)-285-2079
Language!
u guys must be mister nice guy/clints friends
Red ❤️
Guys, this is Potato
She knows me as Red
And now she knows Clint as Clint
Thanks a lot
+1 (858)-924-0180
Well maybe you should have thought to tell me
You know, before adding me to a random groupchat
With did you call her? Potato?
im potato :D
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Fanfiction"Did you just throw a potato at me?!" In which a fourteen year old with unpredictable powers texts the wrong person. Lyra has always had chaotic powers, leading to disasters left and right. When one disaster leads to a rushed text to a friend, she...