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Show Inside Out, 15 Me: So, can you prove any of this? J: I don't know. J: I could probably think of something. J: I guess I should have planned that before I contacted you J: but I've been waiting so long for the right situation J: I mean, for this to work. When I found I could get through here J: I just jumped in without thinking. J: Do you have any ideas how I could prove it? I paused. What was going on here? I had been actually conversing with this guy. And actually kind of enjoying it. What a depressing comment on my sad, lonely little life. Was I that desperate for someone to talk to that I would tolerate this stupid prank? But I couldn't help it: either he was pranking or he was what he said he was. (Of course he was pranking.) But either way, it was extremely interesting. Honestly, the thought that someone might care about me that much was actually kind of flattering. Who WAS this? J: Andli? Me: OK, so there's one thing. If you're dead, how do you know my name? J: Well, you just tried to send an e-mail to your mom, right? And you signed it Andli. Thud went my heart again. That was seriously creepy. It was one thing for some weirdo to get my e-mail address from a spam list. But I had only just barely sent that e-mail to my mom. Who would know about that? I stood up again and did another pass around the library. Still no one looked at me; no one looked even vaguely interested in me. I thought about the network. I had accessed the internet through the library's wireless service. Did that make my computer available for communication with other |
