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- It Could Be Anybody
Kayla made me promise not to tell anyone. I am the only person who knows where she is really going tonight. She has told her mum she is sleeping over at mine but she is secretly meeting up with Jake. She met him online a few weeks ago and they have been chatting and emailing each other ever since. She thinks he is great, but every time she asked him to send a photo he said he didn't have any nice ones. Something just doesn't feel right. But should I break my promise?!
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- Just Chatting?!
My parents have never allowed me to join a chat room because they say it is too dangerous. But a lot of my mates go on this chat room and when they talk about it at school I feel really left out. Some of them have made loads of new friends on there and now they are emailing each other all the time. My friend said I should just ignore what my parents say and join in the chat room tonight......
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- Hidden 'Friends'!
By the way, this story is not real and none of the facts are true, so don't worry!
My cousin is so cool. Really cool. The coolest.
She's 19 and she picks me up from school on Wednesdays when Mum and Dad are working. She's just got a job at a cake shop, and she brings me sugary jam doughnuts, yummy fruit tarts and my favourites, iced buns every week. We sit down and play on the Play Station or play Monopoly or watch a film. It was great fun and I never wanted to go home for tea. Lately, she's been acting quite strangely. I stayed with her in the Summer Holidays, and she practically ignored me. She texted her friends and constantly ate Mars bars. If I asked her ''Shall we watch a film?'' She would answer ''No, I'm too busy,'' and so on and so forth. A lot of the time I just watched the telly. When I started secondary school, she started picking me up every day after school. I just sat and did my homework. I used to go to the shops and get something to eat when she gave me money. Now I don't get anything.
When we got back to hers, I sat at her kitchen table and did my homework. Sometimes she offered me a drink or a Mars bar, but most of the time she just locked herself in her bedroom. I needed to use her computer so I went in and found her, at her desk, smirking at an email message. She closed it down as soon as she saw me, but it was on screen long enough for me to see the last line. It read: ''Lots of love, Dennis.'' A million questions zoomed through my mind at once. Who was Dennis? Why did he send lots of love? Why was he emailing my super-cool cousin? I never went into her room after that.
She kept locking herself up and going on the computer. Once she left her mobile on the sofa. I ignored it. It bleeped. I picked it up and took it to her room. I put my ear to her locked door. I heard her tapping a message, laughing, then typing again...then it hit me. She was in a chat room! Talking to that Dennis, no doubt. I paced back to the living room, contemplating what I had just hard. One side of me thought ''She's 19, for heavens' sake! She can do what she likes!''
The other side said ''Should I be worried? I'm not sure!''
I pressed the button on her mobile and saw the message. It read ''Meet me at the Starbucks in High Street at 8. Bring ur brat cousin 2. I'd love 2 meet her ; )Love D.'' DENNIS!
At around 6, she comes out and says ''You're staying with me tonight. I thought we could go out for a coffee.''
''OK,'' I say. We go into her room to get ready. She turns her back on me and slips on her best tight top and short skirt. I stand there, felling a bit idiotic. She gives me a pale pink t-shirt and a pair of white leggings. I slip them on gratefully. She gets made up and we're ready to go. She takes me out of her block of flats and onto the bus. I know where we're going. We're coming closer to the Starbucks, closer, closer, what can I do?
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