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Sundays.I hate sundays.I hate Sundays even more then Mondays.Nobody ever does anything on Sunday.I guess it just signifies the end of the weekend,y'know?

Well anyway,it was Sunday.I was,as per usual,home alone,and bored.T.V was rubbish,it was a slow day online,and I could't be arsed to study.Even if it was Sunday,it was still my day off.I decided to text a few friends,maybe ask if they wanted to go for coffee or something.

First friend."Heyo,you busy?"I texted.I waited 20 minutes.No reply.Unusual,she was the type of person who replied almost instantly.No harm though,she muust have been busy.I texted another friend.No reply.I texted four of my friends,and hadn't gotten a reply from anyone."Weird"I thought.Then it dawned on me.They must have all been together.What had I done to piss everyone off?Was I suddenly not good enough to merit an invitation?

So I sat there,wallowing in self pity for about a half hour.It was then my mother walked in."About time!"I yelled.No reply."Whats for dinner,I'm starving"I called.No reply.I walked into the kitchen,to find my mother sitting with her face in her hands,sobbing loudly."whats wrong?"I asked,running and putting my arms around her.No reply,she just sat there weeping.I glanced down at the newspaper that was laying on the table in front of her.

The bold black heading read"Police still without lead to location of teens bodies"I scanned through the paragraph.Apparently,a girl had murdered her four friends,and hid the bodies,before killing herself.Accompaanying the article,there was a photograph.The sub heading on it read "face of the killer"

Of course,I recognised that face.I saw it everytime I looked in a mirror,everytime I looked down into a pool of water,everytime I passed a reflective surface,I saw that face.

The face in that picture,was me