Storm
My phone hovered over me as I held it above my eyes while I lay in bed. The sun was already up high and its rays were giving me a headache. I refused to get up and instead hesitated whether I should text Lulu. Should I greet her with 'good morning' at least? I was afraid to do so because I knew her morning was not good. I made her mad. I thought I would just worsen her bitter mood if I texted her. I couldn't forget her face when she got out of the car last night. She did not say anything after that and I was glued to my seat. I could not open my mouth either and say something to stop her either. I drove off with a heavy heart.
Was that a stupid move?
I told her the truth but not the whole of it. I just couldn't tell her that someone edited her photo and made her look like a porns
