“Killed?” I asked. Okay, this was quite confusing. I was talking to myself, the ghost from somewhere I did not know, and I was going to be killed if I went home.
“Yes, killed. Do not go home. Well, unless you’d like to die at age thirteen.”
“No, no. I want to live. But where am I going to stay? What about my parents?”
“They’ll be okay. Sleep over Brianna’s house or something,”. What? How did she know about Brianna. Had she been spying on me? Actually, had I been spying on myself?
“Look, just ask Brianna if you can sleep over!”
“But why?”
“What do you want from me?” She hung up. I hung up. How ever you put it, I was super confused. But, I decided to take my advice. I shoved my phone back into my bag and walked over to Brianna who was at Groovie Smoothies.
“What took you so long? That was like twenty minutes!”
“It was?” I took out my phone again. Oops. It didn’t show the real time. Just a bunch of symbols.
“Oh, yeah. It was twenty minutes,” I said. Brianna nodded.
“Well, let’s carry on then,”.