You need to find your phone first

Your phone had to have some answers, or maybe you could find someone who could give you some answers. You darted around your room searching around your desk shoving things around.

fuck, where is it! You thought to yourself angrily, why the hell were you so messy!

You ran over to your bed yanking the blankets from on top and you heard a dull thud. You looked around excitedly and saw that small black phone and you dove to the ground grabbing it. It was almost out of battery, you had to be fast. You went to your text messages and the very first one was from an unknown number. You clicked it open it read.

You read it over and over again trying to remember what the fuck happened last night. You sat there trying to remember you looked around the room and back to the message. You remembered that girl at the end of the night who told you she was a real witch. That was absurd there was no such thing as magic...but then again you are now a hot goth girl.

You looked through the rest of your phone and just saw regular post party texts and pics in your phone. You saw your old self standing there next to a girl wearing all black tight fitting dress. She had a pentagram necklace on, her long dark red hair reaching down to her waist. It was her, it was starting to come back to you. You were razzing her pretty hard about thinking she was a real which. Asking her when she graduated Hogwarts and stuff, or where all her warts were.

The last thing you remember was heading to the bathroom then...just nothing, that had to be when she cursed you. Now do you remember her name? You racked your brain trying to remember your conversation, it was Sarah! Sarah...I don't know what the fuck her last name was. You stood up your thumbs dancing across the device as you responded angrily.

You sat there staring at your phone jaw agape at what you just read. She wants to make me pay, for saying a few jokes, come on what a bitch! You tossed your phone onto your bed as you paced around the room still only wearing your panties. You looked down at yourself and the clothes around you, maybe you should get clothed or maybe text your friend Dave maybe he saw something else.