One Missed Call

One Missed Call.
I haven't done this in a long time and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me how bad it is because I know that already. This is just for the sake of fun.

Riza's photo was hard to ignore. She was wearing a strapless dress and was carrying a bottle on the other hand. Her hair was trashed and she looked ready to pass out. 

It has only been on the Internet for a day but it had already a thousand comments of how reckless she was. 

I read each one as I was getting ready for school.

'What a slut! Can you spell trashy?' One said.

'Where was this? How come I wasn't invited?' A girl complained.

On and on the comments came, each one more mean and insulting than the other. I started to feel sorrow. It was like the weight of this was consuming me which was stupid. It wasn't my picture. I hardly had been there at the party.

But it was Riza's and she is my best friend.

I printed the picture and got a ride from my mom. No doubt I'd be giving her hell the next time I saw her. She was so stupid! Who in their right mind would put a picture like that on the internet? Actually, who would even take that picture I don't know. 

When my mother dropped me  off and in the middle of the campus, was a large crowd that no doubt had Riza in the middle of it.

I took a deep breath and stalked toward it.

The End

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