The next week...

3: Who are you?

3: Hello?

3: So you text me and when I answer you don't?

I look at my phone, curious. I just got done with school, and turned my phone on only to almost drop it when I receive the notification saying I got texted.

Me: Sup? You can call me X. I was in school, sorry. What should I call you in my contacts?

3: Do I know you?

Me: No, but that's part of the fun, isn't it? I don't know you either.

3: I suppose.

Me: Who speaks like that? Anyways, what should I call you?

3: I am L.

Me: You mean like the detective? Anime-Sherlock?

3: I wouldn't call it that, but yes. Like Sherlock.

Me: Okay then, L.

I quickly change the contact name to 'L', changing the picture to that of the stylistic L that L uses in Death Note.

Me: Done, you are now dubbed as 'L'.

L: Yes. I must go.

Me: K, text ya later.

I sigh, looking around, having gotten to what I call home. It's still light out. I'm still bored. Maybe I should text another person? Or should I text Angst-y Teen again...

While I'm thinking, my phone buzzes signifying a text. I look down.

2: Maa, sorry I didn't text back sooner.

Me: It's fine. So, what should I call you in my contacts?

2: Aren't we total strangers? Why should I continue texting you enough for you to need to call me anything?

Me: Lengthy text, ne? Life's boring enough as it is, isn't it? Why not talk to a total stranger to make it just that bit more interesting?

2: You say that, then type a lengthy text.

Me: I'm a hypocrite, so what. So...? What should I call you.

2: You didn't make a very good

Me: ...? Argument? Well...

Me: What do you want so we can continue texting then?

2: Introduce yourself. Likes, dislikes, hobbies, dreams for the future, etc.

Me: Uh, okay.

Me: You can call me X.

2: You can call me Scarecrow.

Me: Okay! I like reading, writing, freedom and excitement.

I quickly change the contact information to 'Scarecrow', before continuing my text.

Scarecrow: I like reading too.

Me: I hate boredom, my mother, and feeling trapped/weak.

Me: Hobbies are reading and writing.

Scarecrow: And your dream for the future?

Me: I wanna be the world's greatest hacker!

Scarecrow: Oh...?

Me: ... It'll never happen, but at least I have a dream, ne?

Scarecrow: My first impression of you? Terrible. You are boring.

Me: Yup! Which is why I contacted you, Scarecrow!

Scarecrow: ?

Me: How am I supposed to become interesting if I never meet any interesting people?

Scarecrow: Who said I was interesting?

Me: If you were boring you'd have ignored this text, or said: wrong number. Plus, I'm sure *some* part of my personality you'll find interesting.

Me: Jeez, this feels like a test. What are you, a teacher?

Scarecrow: ^_^ Not exactly, but pretty close. I do teach, but not school subjects.

Me: Then what, ninja skills? Cool! What are the chances of me texting a BAMF ninja!?

Scarecrow: How old are you, 10?

Me: X) nope! I'm 17

Me: *18* Whoops.

Me: Ha ha ha, sorry. I have bad memory for things I deem unimportant. Well, I have to go. Text you later...?

Scarecrow: Sure.

I put my phone away and stand up. I should go back to looking for a job. Or a homeless shelter.