January 5th, 4:28 AM
Sam. Sammy. Samantha. Where are you? These last days have been torture without you, I don't care if I sound too dramatic. I have nobody, I go to school, come home, do homework, go to bed. Why do we have to be so far away? You know I was always bad at making friends, you were the only one I had. You understood, you could deal with my weirdness.
January 6th, 12:16 AM
Hey, I'm hiding out in the library, I have no one to sit with at lunch, that much of a loser. Is everything okay? You don't pick up my calls or respond to my texts, I know its been less than a week, but still. We used to text everyday. Call me soon, please?
January 10th, 4:21 PM
Still friendless, still bored without you. Earlier today I tried to make you favorite cookies, chocolate chip almond. I burnt them. Sorry Sam. Maybe I'll try again next week. Please, please, please, call, text, or heck, even write a letter.
January 11th, 6:43 AM
Okay, so I've accepted that we may never talk again but I'm still going to leave these. Kinda like a recording of my life, or if you DO listen to these, than, messages from me, hopefully still you favorite person. I think for once, I've done something useful, or maybe not, I climbed on my roof and watched the sunrise from there, we did that together, remember? And then we fell asleep and I was grounded for a week. I don't regret it though, I don't regret anything with you. Bye Sam, later.
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Lost Messages
Short StoryA boy leaves his best friend messages every month, 8760 hours, 365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, one year.
