It was a coolish night and she was up in her living room alone inside the house and sitting on her couch. And on her computer she was thinking about going onto skype her parents left her alone inside the house to take care of it.
She was just talking to her friends on skype and instragram she thought about her friends alot lately how she was going to miss them when they all go to college.
As the crickets outside started to chirp and low ground covered fog rises over the pool, and where the silence of the night crept into the air as will.
Then she recieves a message on her computer it was from an friend that she hasn't talked to in a long time, a guy that she had a crush on since middle school.
The message was sent to her from his profile and she read it, the feeling inside of her tringle in her white papermache skin, that out stretches over her bone structure giving her womanly figure that real beauty that she was. As her settled youth that lays upon her face she is like a chiseled out fashion model that has many things to go right for her.
She reads the message that was sent from her...
"Hey what's up?" - She types back. "Nothing much just chilling" - She sent the message and he sent one back to her.
"Cool, nice night isn't it?" - She responds back to him. "Yeah I guess" - she sent the message. He responds back to her. "Are you safe and alone inside the house" - She types back. "Yeah my parents are gone on a holiday".
She sent the messsage, and he responded back to her and it seemed like a quick response back.
"I see" she types back to him. "So what are you upto?" she sent the message and he answers back to her. "Nothin just hanging?" - she answers back. "Hanging where?" - she sent...