Brianna’s house was amazing. She was rich, to tell the truth.
As we were sitting in her fancy car, watching the back head of her driver, my phone rang. Thank god it was a text, Brianna couldn’t find out about me talking to myself.
Where are you? read the text. What? I had no clue how to type on a phone like this. There weren’t any numbers or even letters. Just symbols. One was a bunch of squiggly lines. Another was a picture of a horse…with wings? This phone was weird. Ugly. Confusing. But truly amazing at the same time. It was such a mystery. Like a jig saw puzzle, I had to solve it.
It wasn’t anything special when I first bought it, but now, it was starting to have an edge. As soon as I held it in my palm I had a sudden urge to own it. Posses it, call it my own. And now I had just sent myself a random text and I had no clue how to reply.
Hello? Oh, wait. You don’t know how to type in ghost language, yet. Here…... A small but visible keyboard showed up. Finally, something I could understand.