Page 22 of The Last Fire

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Who are you?

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I type away, my heart pounding, and hit send, anxiously waiting for a response.

And I wait, and keep waiting, as ten minutes slip by. Time becomes a blur, and I lose all sense of it, feeling like 30 minutes have passed. My anxiety spikes, and I start sending panicked messages.

From: Rebex

To: Unknown

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What do you want?

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- sent at 11:45.

Please, reply!

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- sent at 11:47

Why did you do this?

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- sent at 11:55

What do you want from me?

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- sent at 00:01

Minutes tick by, and I’m left on my pillow clutching my phone when a message finally arrives at 1:30.

From: Unknown

To: Rebex

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Tomorrow, behind the school’s Building C, first period. If you don’t show up, I’ll take it as a lack of interest and I’ll share all the photos from your account on Instagram.

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received at 1:30 AM

This can’t be real! Not Instagram, too.

I quickly open Instagram and check my account.

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