It's now Tuesday and I don't know what to do. I have literally been sitting on my bed watching Netflix all day, because who doesn't watch Netflix when they're bored.
I've noticed that I have been bored lately. THERE'S NOTHING TO DO IN THIS GODFORSAKEN TOWN!!!!! At least that's what I thought until a few minutes later when my phone started blaring my ringtone "It's Time" by Imagine Dragons. It rang a second time; a third time. I decided to pick the darn thing up.
"What do you want? I'm kinda in the mid--" I was abruptly cut short by an old woman; a creepy old woman.
"Is this Miss Cameron Hill?" The mysterious old woman said in a shaky voice. Ugh old people really creep me out. Why is this person calling me? I am of no importance to them.
"This is she."
"Oh good good my assistant didn't fail me." All of a sudden this old women's voice sounded so much younger. "Well, you will be getting a package sent from us in a little while dear."
"Wait, what? From where? Excuse me? Ex-excuse me?" She hung up. Must've been a telemarketer; a really bad one at that. "I'm gonna go to bed. I need the rest. I've been getting less than three hours of sleep lately."
I was sleeping peacefully until the doorbell rang.
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Your Friendly Neighborhood Assassin
Mystery / ThrillerDisclaimer: There is cussing. Secrets are supposed to be kept, but when you taunt your friend about keeping a secret from them then something just might go wrong.....
