UNKNOWN SENDER: 1 of 2
It all started with a text-message.
Unknown Sender: Is this Madison Carver?
She considered not replying. Madison got strange texts like this one fairly frequently. She blamed it on the few times she'd been too drunk at a party and had given her phone-number away with reckless abandon.
And rarely, she knew, would anything good come from answering these vague messages. Especially when you have a boy-friend and a reputation to uphold. Besides, if it was someone or something important, then they'd text her again.
Madison had received that text message at 3:05 o'clock, while unpacking her locker and getting ready to walk to the buss-stop. Volleyball practice had been canceled last minute and she wouldn't have a ride home for another hour and a half. Then, at 3:09, just as Madison was leaving the high-school, she received another text-message.
Unknown Sender: Grad twelve, volleyball prodigy, straight A's. That's you, right?
Madison: Yah?
Seven minutes later…
Madison: What do u want ?