can I be in it? If i am don't make me' like her x boyfriend Name ken Short tan strong (5 feet) Nice I'm 14 Sarcastic and can be mean Please add me' in
Thanks here is a more detailed description Can I be in your story? Name: Ken Personality:nice, can be mean, very sarcastic Description:short (5feet) about 14 and a half, tan strong,brown eyes,brown hair longish, bangs not straight across,wears neon green sunglasses and a hat everywhere
When Zoey got home, she made a beeline for her room, trying to avoid running into anyone. No such luck. Her mother bumped into her just outside her room. "Hey Mom," Zoey said quickly, trying to move past her. Her mom put a hand on her arm to stop her. "Zoey, what's wrong with Ryleigh?" she asked in a concerned tone. "Nothing," Zoey said, squeezing past her. "But-" Zoey slammed the door, cutting off her mother's question. Zoey quickly locked the door and leaned against it, sighing in relief. Then she remembered Ryleigh. Whirling around, she looked at her friend. Ryleigh was still lying on Zoey's bed, but she had rolled over to her side and was now watching Zoey. "Where'd you go?" Ryleigh asked, struggling to pull herself up to a sitting position, but quickly giving up after realizing she didn't have the energy. "Jake's house," Zoey said cheerfully, plopping down on the bed beside Ryleigh. "You what!?" Ryleigh exclaimed, jackknifing up to a standing position and glaring at Zoey with already watering eyes. "I went to Jake's," Zoey repeated innocently. "Why!?" Ryleigh exploded. "He needed to warned about the consequences of his dumb actions," Zoey said simply. "Oh really? And what would those be?" Ryleigh sputtered angrily. But before Zoey could answer, her phone rang. Grabbing it, she glanced at the screen. UNKNOWN CALLER.
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Zoey stared at her phone. No one ever blocked their number when they called her. Her confusion must have been written all over her face because Ryleigh noticed it. "Who is it, Zo?" she asked. "Unknown caller," Zoey replied, bewildered. Zoey let it go to voicemail, thinking the caller would just hang up, but a few minutes later, her phone beeped, indicating a voicemail. Ryleigh looked at Zoey, her eyebrows raised suspiciously. "Well? Are you gonna listen to the message?" "Uhh, yeah, I guess," Zoey replied, slightly dazed. Zoey hit a button to listen to the voicemail. After about 30 seconds of silence, a low, malicious, female voice that she didn't recognize spoke. "Hello, Zoey. I heard you were making some death threats earlier. Cute. You must be pretty proud of yourself, acting all tough," the caller said lightly. Then her voice hardened. "Well, you're not, bi*ch. And if you EVER pull something like that again, you're dead. I know you, Zoey Mason. I know allll about you. I also know that you better watch your back. Or else you and your little friend, Ryleigh, will be dead." Zoey's mouth and phone dropped. "Oh. My. God," she whispered. "What? Who was it?" Ryleigh asked impatiently. When Zoey didn't respond, Ryleigh reached for the phone. "No!" Zoey screamed, pouncing on the phone and deleting the message before Ryleigh could hear it.