Chapter 1: DON'T TOUCH MY PHONE

The cafeteria was filled with rowdy students. Not a day goes by where I don't put in my ear buds and listen to music. And not a day goes by where I don't use my phone. I was on Tumblr, scrolling through and coming across the occasional weird stuff that the social network is known for.

Fanart.

Fanart.

Fanart.

Weird stuff.

Fanart.

Funny gif.

Hentai.

Fanart.

Serious stuff.

Fanart.

Ohhh! A video clip!

Nope more Hentai.

I kept going through my dashboard on Tumblr. As I came across a loading section a teacher came up and said, "Put your phone away, Camron."

I look up at her and correct her, "It's Camryn. It has a Y in it so you need to pronounce it with a Y. If you don't then it'll sound like a boy's name. Does it look like I have male genitalia?"

The teacher gave me a disturbed look and said awkwardly, "Umm, no but you not being a boy doesn't mean that I still won't pick up your phone unless you put it away."

"But I'm using it," I muttered. She crossed her arms. "For what purposes?" she asked me. I shifted my eyes back and forth. "Um, educational," I replied. The teacher gave me a look and looked down at my phone. She suddenly gasped and stared at the screen, with an appalled look on her mid-thirties face. I look down and curse under my breath as I watch a fully loaded Hentai gif play over and over again. "Fuck," I grumbled and the teacher immediately started escorting me to the principal's office. I knew I shouldn't have followed an account whose URL has the word Hentai in it. Fuck you, URL IDontPostHentaiHere.tumblr.com.

Everyone watched us as we were about to leave the cafeteria. I protested out loud, "It was educational! The health class teacher couldn't teach me that shit even if he tried."

"Quiet, Camron-!"

"IT'S CAMRYN!"

"Whatever."

"But I'm telling you it was educational!" I kept on ranting. I knew this wasn't working so I decided to go out with a bang. "I know sex positions that'll stimulate ya-!"

"Miss Reynolds!!" the teacher exclaimed.

"Deep Impact is a good one-!"

"SECURITY!!!"

"BABIES DON'T COME FROM CABBAGE PATCHES! OUR LIVES HAVE BEEN A LIE! WE CAME FROM DI-!"

She finally got me through the door frame and out of the cafeteria.

My ass is principal grass.

...

I was in front of Principal Taylor's desk, sitting in a chair that was very, very squeaky whenever I shifted around. She started speaking, scolding me about my inappropriate outburst and lewd comments about the opposite gender. As she spoke, I kept trying to get comfortable on the chair, filling the decorated office with loud squeaks. Principal Taylor finally had enough and growled. She shouted, "Stop moving and be quiet!"

I abruptly stopped, my right leg up in the air as my left got stuck under the arm rest. I held onto the back of the chair and stared back at the principal. She glared at me and continued talking. "Miss Reynolds, this is the third time this week that you were sent here and for the same reason again; your inability to put your phone down.

I looked at her and just shrugged. She sighed, "At this rate you will be suspended."

"All right that seems fair-."

"And I will also have to advise your parents to

Take. Your. Phone. Away."

My heart pounded wildly and I screamed, "WHAT?!?!?" I freaked out so much that my chair began to tip back and it crashed to the floor with a loud thud. Principal Taylor sighed and said, "You have been warned...once again. You may proceed to your next class, Camron Reynolds."

"Camryn."

"Please, leave."

I didn't say anything else. I was too scared to. I crawled off of the fallen chair and left the administrative office. I walked to my next class, my mind a blur of worry. My phone. I need my phone. They can't take it away! But I need to use it often. I NEED it. I was born to give Richard attention. Yes, I named my phone Richard.

I always use my phone. I need it. If they take it away then what will I do? Without my phone I'll become-

I shudder wildly-

NORMAL!!!

I'll be sucked into the normal life without my phone! I'll be forced into conversations about the latest trends. I'll be made to talk to girls about make-up and boys and fashion. I'll get involved in the stuff boy's talk about like "tapping dat ass". And girls be tripping because they don't think they got "dat ass" when they don't realize how much it hurts when they bump their butt on us every time they turn!!!

Moral of the story:

Bitches be CRAY ZAY!!!

I retch and keep walking to my class. I walk in and everyone stares at me like I just killed two people. I laughed to myself. Obviously I killed seven!

...In my imagination...

I take my seat and a guy said, "Did you get sent to the office again?" I nodded and he and his group laughed. "Maybe you should stop using your phone so much, Camryn."

"Maybe you should stop being a faggot, Fabio."

"What?"

"Wut?" I said and then pulled out my notebook from my stitched up backpack. I need a new one but I procrastinate too hard to tell my dad to buy me one. I got a pencil too and started writing down the notes on the dry erase board. As I wrote, a girl leaned in and whispered, "Hey, Dave Castillo is gonna have a party tonight. Wanna come? It'll be fun!"

I know who Dave Castillo is and I know about all of his spectacular parties that he throws nearly every month. They're the parties with loud, ear blasting music, risky games, guys and girls grinding it up and, of course, shots of Patron and whatever else teens can sneak out of liquor stores and bring to the party. He's a wild guy; football player, womanizer. He's the type of guy that my dad tells me never to be around. But I can't necessarily avoid him. He is my next door neighbor. And his bedroom window is right across from mine. Plus he goes to the same church I go to on Sundays. He's also in my home-room class. So, I can't really stay away. If my dad thinks I can avoid him then he's totally wrong. It's not like I try to be around him. Every time we meet, ironically, he's always the one to "accidentally" run into me. He's always the one starting our small and awkward conversations. He's always the one waving at me from his window when I'm near mine. He's always the one shaking my hand first at church. And he's always the one sitting in front or back of me in home-room. Well, actually that's the teacher's fault be he still enjoys his assigned seat. Jebus.

I declined the invitation and kept on taking notes. When everyone was done the teacher pulled down the projector screen only to show a large, glued on picture of a creepy, pale dude. She jumped and screamed. Everyone started laughing except for me as I stared at the picture.

"Oh no, it's Jeff the Killer! Run!" Faggot Fabio cackled sarcastically and kept laughing. I rolled my eyes. Everyone started laughing except for me as I stared at the picture. The teacher was just trying to calm down from the scare. After a while she glared at Fabio and grabbed a corner of the picture. She tore it off only to reveal a poster of a naked lady posing with the PlayBoy label at the bottom right corner. Everyone stopped laughing briefly only to start laughing harder and louder than before. I just shook my head and watched the teacher's face turn red with anger and embarrassment. She tore down the poster too.

The rest of the class period was just the teacher lecturing us about nudity and how disgusting such a prank was. I was just on Tumblr.

After the class finished it was time for me to head over to my "special" class. And by that I mean detention. I walked into the classroom, seeing our detention officer at the front desk, looking pissed like always. I'd have that expression too if I had to watch over a bunch of bratty teens. I took my usual seat in the corner and pulled out my phone again. The officer doesn't yell at me for it. He only gets after the "gangsters" and bullies who start creating havoc.

I decide to go on YouTube and open up the app on Richard. I usually watch my favorite Let's Play channels here. As I scrolled through my subscription list I saw something familiar. It was a picture of that Jeff guy in the thumbnail and the vid was titled "Jeff the Killer". And what do ya know? Mr. CreepyPasta uploaded it. I like this guy. His voice is so cool and soothing. He should voice act. No joke. Sometimes I fall asleep to him and I wake up feeling great.

I click on the video and get my earbuds ready. I watch as the loading screen comes up, the little circle spinning round and round. As it finished loading a guy came up and sat in front of me. "Sup Camryn," he greeted. His lip, eyebrow and ear piercings glinted in the light coming from the window next to us. His dyed white hair was disheveled in a messy, attractive way. And he was sporting his usual attire; leather, leather, LEATHER.

"Hey Adam," I greeted back. Adam is my detention buddy. He's in here because he constantly gets into fights. His scratched up knuckles are proof that he's feisty in a brawl. He also gets in trouble for riding his motorcycle around school property. Once, I came out of the bathroom to see him popping a wheelie down the hall and howling joyfully. The video became YouTube gold after that. But he's a good guy once you get to know him and when your not in front of his upcoming fist. He stole a peek at my phone and gave me a weird look. "Jeff the killer? Really, Cammy?"

"Bitch, what'd I say about calling me Cammy?" I said. He raised up his scraped up hands and apologized. He reached over and pulled out my left ear bud from my ear to put it in his. I ignored this and started up the video.

Twenty minutes later the video finished and we just stared at the screen.

"Dafuq," I mumble. Adam remarks, "That's some fucked up shit." I nodded and checked out the comments. They always make me feel better after listening to a creepy story. There was one that made me laugh hysterically-

Nigga, how tha fuck do you see when you got no eye-lids? He be tryin' to kill me, thinkin' I'm one foot away when I'm in my kitchen makin' a damn sandwich.

And there was another that made me lose it-

White girls be like.

I showed them to Adam and he laughed out loud which he rarely does. Well, he rarely laughs with anyone else. He's all shits and giggles with me. After that we watched other videos to entertain ourselves. The detention officer didn't get mad at us for it. The final bell rang and everyone stampeded out of the room. Might as well leave a cloud of smoke. Adam and I walked out and said our good-byes, dispersing.

I pulled out my phone and texted my dad, informing him that I'm out of school. He's very particular and cautious. I walked out of the school building and out into the front courtyard. I went on Google and looked up Jeff the Killer to see more about this dude. I get fascinated easily so I'm not too hard to entertain. I went to images and expected to see a shit ton of stuff of the creepy picture used in the video. But I only saw a shit ton of fanart. Some were good, some made me question why I'm looking at them and others lived up to the creepy potential of Jeff's character. I even saw some cosplays too. Man, this guy is adored, isn't he?

I exited out of Google and looked up from my phone. I walked through my city, walking on the side-walk, passing by other pedestrians. As I was about to go onto Tumblr, some guy grabbed my phone and jacked it. I didn't freak out and plead for help like some girly girl though. I sneered and grit my teeth.

No one jacks Richard and gets away with it!!!

I bolted after the guy, charging through crowds of people like a raging bull. I kept my focus on the guy running away. I jumped over a stroller, making a baby giggle happily. I ran into a crate of fuzzy fabric that some guys were loading into a truck and I ended up breaking through it. I slid and rolled across a newsstand's display table, today's daily newspapers stuck to my still speeding body. I ran into a lady who was walking a dozen dogs, and I ended up with a Chihuahua on my head and a Yorkie in my hands. My eyes never left the figure of the man with my precious phone, Richard.

He turned a corner and I did the same, never messing up. He started getting clumsy as he nearly tripped over his own two feet. This gave me the chance to toss the dogs away, leap onto a bench, volt myself from it and land on top of Richard's kidnapper. He groaned and I yanked the phone out of his hands. I slapped him across the face with every word I said, "Bitch. Don't. Ever. Dare. Touch. My. Phone!"

He panted and stammered, "Who the hell are you-?"

SLAP. "Bitch, did I say you could talk?!" I said. I stayed pinning him down, the dogs coming back to lick him on the face. I waited until a patrolling police officer took him away. He kept going on and on about what a crazy bitch I am. Pfft, I'm not crazy. I have a Tumblr account, brah. I practically sold my soul to the Devil. So, no I'm not "crazy". I started walking back home, as I kept cooing gentle words to Richard. Everyone gave me weird looks.

People should know one thing about a girl like me.

Don't.

Touch.

My.

Phone.