Random Texters

So, you're sitting in class, the whole room is so silent that you can actually hear the ticking of that clock at the back of the room, and the breathing of that especially loud breather three seats across...and then suddenly...
Your ring tone starts up in your pocket.
It's only then that you realize that you hadn't changed it back to silent after using it as your alarm that morning, and now some embarrassing wake up call is blaring full volume through the whole class room.
I guess you could say that you try and act real subtle about it as you pull your phone from your pocket, with all those eyes vaguely on you as they try and pin point where that sound had came from.
The teachers scowling, but you know he wont say anything as you try and stop the song mid blare...
And when you finally open your phone, all that you see is some random senseless question from some random senseless person, with the signature of, quote *GOD.of.FCUK* unquote, and you begin to wonder how many people there are in the world that can't seem to type seven numbers correctly.
And then the reality hits you...maybe it's someone you know. Maybe it's the guy you've been crushing on for, oh, two years now, and maybe he knows that you like him, and he's trying to be funny...
Or perhaps it's just that girl across the room who just had her phone out the moment before you started singing out of your ass...
And then again, maybe it's just your best friend, who is currently so high that she actually changed her cell number with nothing but the power of her mind...
And maybe you were just right with the numb thumbs texter.
Okay. So yes. This did happen to me today, and I have those weird suspicions to who it may or may not have been...and then I realize that it's probably just some doofus living in South Auckland.
It makes you rather paranoid that you have a personal stalker.
Especially when they start going on about how soft your hair looks from up in this tree...
Hold the phone for a second (Pun intended)...these random people are the only excitement to my day...
So maybe I don't hate them. They give me false hope to it being someone better and more important than they are...and before those hopes are sat on, I guess they're kind of nice. The only ones giving me warm fuzzy feelings in the monotonous drag they call tortu- I mean school.
Though, how hard is it to spell a 027 number right, right?
No, I've never done it myself...
Sure.