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There’s a sign posted outside of the classroom door, Printed in big, bolded, letters Forming the words: “No Phones.” What? No phones? A student, a girl, to be more specific, Has her phone out in class. “No phones.” “But I need to text my mom!” Excuses, excuses. What? No phones? A student, a boy, to be more specific, Has his phone out in class. “No phones.” “But I need to text my dad!” Excuses, excuses. “No phones.” “I need to text the girl who never replies. I need to call the girl who never answers.” The room falls silent. A heavy, chest crushing, Silence. A few days before, A girl was found hanging by a thread. She was the girl who needed to text her mom in class. “No phones.” “I need to talk to the boy who never speaks, I need to contact the boy who never goes out.” Again, The room falls silent. A bone crunching, skull splitting, Silence. A few days after the girl, A boy was found with a bullet in his head. He was the boy who needed to text his dad in class. Wait. What was that? No phones?
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
"No Phones"
There’s a sign posted outside of the classroom door, Printed in big, bolded, letters Forming the words: “No Phones.” What? No phones? A student, a girl, to be more specific, Has her phone out in class. “No phones.” “But I need to text my mom!” Excuses, excuses. What? No phones? A student, a boy, to be more specific, Has his phone out in class. “No phones.” “But I need to text my dad!” Excuses, excuses. “No phones.” “I need to text the girl who never replies. I need to call the girl who never answers.” The room falls silent. A heavy, chest crushing, Silence. A few days before, A girl was found hanging by a thread. She was the girl who needed to text her mom in class. “No phones.” “I need to talk to the boy who never speaks, I need to contact the boy who never goes out.” Again, The room falls silent. A bone crunching, skull splitting, Silence. A few days after the girl, A boy was found with a bullet in his head. He was the boy who needed to text his dad in class. Wait. What was that? No phones?
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
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