“Write a short story about what impressed you the most.”
“It‘s complicated. First, what does it mean to impress me? I would love to write about Helen, but she did not impress me, she rather annoyed me. I was impressed by the death of my friend Andrew, a year ago, but I will never write about it. I did not cry at his funeral. I just walked hard with sorrow after the funeral cortege. My mom told me, a few days later, that she were worrying, she was watching me, because I was very pale. Then I did not realize how much I suffered. I just almost lost all my senses. And when I had to say goodbye him, it was like I was not even in me anymore. I felt a stomach pain like it was someone else’s. How can you write about it without losing the memory of your loved one?”
“Write a short story about what impressed you the most.”
Dan sighed, and leaned back in the chair with his eyes in the ceiling.
“I would like to write about the uselessness of politics practiced by our politicians, the contradiction between personal and species interests at the humanity level, about peace and war, global warming … but these are not things to impress me. There are logical findings, even if cynical, and dry facts. I was impressed with a lot of things, and when it happened, the emotion created was always strong, and too personal to be put into a story.”
An idea came to him. To search the Internet for the most popular topics of the past few days. From there he can choose the theme of his story, even if he did not impress him. He was about to open the laptop when his cell phone rang.
“Hi, Michael, what’s up?“
“Hi! Tell me please, do you get sneakers or boots on Friday?“
He had forgotten about the weekend school trip to the mountains.
“I do not even know if I will come after all, I do not really like it.“
“Well, what are you doing, do you leave Octavia alone?“
He felt a wave of irony in his colleague’s voice. Apparently Octavia took care for their schoolmates to find out among that they would have a more than friendly relationship. Although, since their meeting in his room, he systematically avoided meeting her. When she interpellated him, he answered monosilabic and always found a pretext to leave.
“Well, Michael, each one with his problems. Is Octavia coming too?“
“We’ve gathered many, man, I’m sending you the list through Facebook.
Dan also had an account on his behalf on Facebook. That was a “clean” account that came directly from his laptop or his own phone. He did not want to make friends on that account, he just wanted to track his fake account without having to open his tablet and go through the proxy. Because of this he was now friend with the other one, the fake account, Dorian Townsend. There was nothing to seem weird, there were a few other fellow friends with Dorian. Hehad recently seen that Helen had also accepted his friendship request, but he had not had time to thank her for Dorian’s sake.
He signed in his Facebook account directly from his phone to see the list. He did not use Facebook’s special application because it seemed too intrusive. He used the browser every time, and logged out as soon as he finished inspecting both accounts.
It was a Word file. He opened it and stared down at that list. Helen was also on the list! What a thing! Be in the same place with the girl he is in love with and the other girls who is in love with him! An interesting situation may be an opportunity for him.
“Okay, if you go, I will go too. I will take my sneakers, I can handle them with no problems. What time is the departure and where?“
Michael felt flattered. Dan did not take much of the opinions of others, nor was he part of a gang, it was a kind of lone wolf.
“We leave at 7 o’clock in the morning, in front of the school, with a bus. I’ll take you a seat next to me if you’re late.“
“Thank you, we’ll see you there.“
Dan closed the phone and opened the tablet to see what was on Dorian’s account.
On Facebook, in his fake account, it was announced that someone was asking for his friendship. Kristin. He went to her page to see who she was. From the profile picture smiled a girl with a blonde platinum hair and a well-developed chest. Sweden. He looked at friends: 12 friends. And just a few uploaded pictures. “Clearly, another fake account,” Dan said. He decided, however, to accept her friendship. He often played with such Facebook scammers, who tried to strap the money through various stratagems. She was probably attracted by his position as businessman, CEO at Business PXS Consulting.
He did not open another page, that his new friend approached him.
“hi, thank you, how you doing?”
“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” Dan answered automatically, and opened a new page. But his new virtual friend was determined to continue the discussion. Writing a new message, in an approximate English:
“were do you work… is ok?”
“It’s good like hell!” Dan replied in thought. “Ok, if that’s what you want, let’s have fun!” and he return to Messenger quitting to open another page.
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