Ghost-Writing

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Forgive me Luke...

Unfamiliar Territory

“Joey’s Pizza?”
“Nah sorry man, you’ve got the wrong number,” I respond.
The phone disconnects. The call was from a private number, like Miss Reynolds’, which was why I thought it was her. A tad on the confused side I check my phone’s log: it’s empty. There’s no record of any calls. Staring at it in disbelief I check my inbox, my contacts. Both have been completely wiped. By now I’m starting to wig out, not like hyperventilating or nothing, but probably one level below needing to find that brown paper bag.

I punch in Alex’s number, ‘cause I know it by heart.
“Hello oh deeply flawed one,” Alex answers kinda jovially. “What’s up?”
“Do phones like, ever spontaneously lose all their memory?” I ask, feeling like a dweeb.
“Huh? No… Not that I know of… Oh don’t tell me, you broke your dad’s phone or something didn’t you!” He laughed .
“Nah, it’s just… Nah just forget about it.”
“Ash, is everything alright?” I could hear concern developing in his voice. “Do you want me to come round?”
“Just forget I asked,” I say coldly and hang up.

I dunno what made me be so harsh to Alex, he sure didn’t deserve it. I was just feeling off. Mum was always on about hormones and stuff, but I don’t think it was that. Sure, the whole fiasco with Miss Reynolds had been putting me off my game too, but it wasn’t that either. I fell on my bed and stared at the ceiling – I really needed to do something about the glow in the dark stars that covered it from corner to corner. Imagine if Miss Reynolds was here and saw them, what would she think? But the chances of that happening now were about a mega-bazillionth to one. Absent-mindedly I flicked on the tv. Some junk show about spoilt rich kids came on. What the hell was wrong with me? I just couldn’t shake this stupid, annoying feeling. I decide to call Alex back to apologise and reach for my phone.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news…” I sit up and the feeling in my stomach intensifies. “The international hero Super X has been captured downtown today, and authorities are clueless as to his present whereabouts or how the captors were able to neutralise the hero’s incredible powers. In an elaborate plan…” The sound of the tv faded into the background. I was such an idiot! The feeling in my stomach - how could I not have realised?? It was Seth.

He needed my help.