This is my first short story, I'm sorry if it's crap. Thank you for everyone and anyone who reads my books. You're the best, seriously.
Started: {6/4/2016}
Ended: {17/5/2016}
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ALL THESE PHONE CALLS ARE DONE BETWEEN THE SAME TWO PEOPLE.
Bold= Boy
Normal= girl
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S Y N O P S I S
A boy made it his mission in grade 11 to add everyone in his grade as contacts. They all had just an emoji for their contact name, unless they held significance to him.
e.g:
🐠- 04 982 562 789
Now, two years into college, life is killing him. Literally.
So he calls someone in his contact list, not knowing who, just asking for help because he was holding a bottle full of sleeping pills.
He was the top jock, quarterback on the football team. Now he's no one.
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C O P Y R I G H T
Copyright © 2016 by Chatachino
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