Suitcases POV
I look at the clock. '5:24'. I try to focus on getting homework done but I can't stop thinking. Something feels wrong, like I feel nauseous, anxious. I don't know why, though. I hear my phone vibrate, and look at it to see a text from someone. A random number, great.
???: Hey, Suitcase! Uh, Balloon gave me your number a second ago, just wanna see if it's you.
I text back "who is this?" And almost immediately get a response
???: Oh this is Tennis Ball. You might not know me.
SC: I think you're in a few of my classes maybe?
TB: Maybe, anyways just wanted to make sure this was you
SC: ok bye
Tb: Bye!
I put my phone back down, and give up on doing homework. I can't focus, I keep hearing things.
I look over at the flower that Balloon gave me back when we first met. I dry-pressed it into a small picture frame so that it wouldn't rot. It starts to twist around a little, and I can't feel anything. The petals turn black and look more like tentacles as I push over my chair and step back. Water starts to rise up off the floor, soon reaching my neck. I gasp for air, and shut my eyes. I open my eyes back up and everything is gone. I'm sitting on the floor now. I look back at the clock. '6:02'. Did I pass out? What was that? I sigh at put my chair back and grab my phone, deciding to just watch YouTube until I fall asleep instead of working.
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