Posted by Anonymous on 2015/07/22 under Uncategorized Stranger: M Today was the first time I used Skype as a teenager of modern times you probably think that was odd. I found it odd as well. I was young, female, a virgin who had never dated. I had seen boys I thought were attractive that made me slightly nervous. No one that made me blush, made my hands shake, my stomach fill with butterflies, made my heart beat so fast out of my chest. Large adanciances made my heart beat fast and my stomach flutter. Crying in front of my English class in my freshman year made me blush. I counted Caleb Whatever-his-last name-was as my first crush because he was the first person that I wanted to like me back. Love wasn’t real to me. Love was a romantic word, I said it and would never mean. In fact even now I believe soulmates don’t exist and neither does true love although I wished it did. When I looked at my parents I think they really did love each other but I don’t feel like I could ever love someone. Like was more realistic to me. Back to the skype thing. I liked the voice chat better than typing over Facebook. I was a slow typer because I never talked to anyone over the internet. I simply sat and read books pretending I was someone else. Sure I wrote too but I prefered trusty paper.Social interactions was something I had a hard understanding. In my opinion I had a no personality, merely reflecting the actions of others to fit in a group. You know those big groups of popular people who always laughed and stood so confidently that no hate could blow them over. I wanted them to like me, deep down I think everyone did. That fact only made my dislike myself even more. I hated it, so I tried to limit social interactions especially around those I craved approval from whether it be my appearance or way of thinking. In order to accomplish this task I lied, simple ones like ‘Oh yes, I’ve heard of that band/show and I love them/it.’ ‘I’ll watch it later.’ or ‘Sorry, I couldn’t hang out, I had work.’’ I would fill awkward silences with stories I thought up in my head about friends that never existed or that had once existed. Stories was what I turned to for moments of emotional overload. I used them to vent. Music was subject that bonded all of us together, so it was almost like a crutch. Music would fill the silence for me. Fill it with a story told in musical notes and slightly misheard lyrics. They were slightly misheard but I still heard them. I even exaggerated some of my past. I was bullied slightly in elementary school but not as bad as what I said it was and I had no one to comfort me. I lied when I said that I had a friend named Ashley who helped my through it. Ashley was real person a real friend of mine but she didn’t go to my school she and she was ignorant to the slight torment I got at school. I haven’t talked to Ashley in two years.Why did I tell these little white lies that seemed to eat me up inside each time one unconsciously poured from my mouth? I told myself I said them to stop the conversation because if I was already aware of the topic they wanted to discuss then maybe they would see no point in trying to continue. As usual conversations go they then wanted to discuss what we had both experienced so far. In these cases I had to be on my toes. Slowly I would pry out their opinion and the details on the subject. When I was questioned about the amount of information I lacked on the subject, I would state that ‘I forgot because it had happened a while back.’ or ‘that I had just started getting into it.’These words were enough for them but in the back of my mind I was disgusted by myself. I was lying to people who I called friends. In the back of my mind these words were not enough so I lied to myself. I said I didn’t feel like talking. That I was tired not depressed. That I wasn’t being overdramatic or that I was.That the smile on my face was real. Sometimes I was a b**** and other times I was as happy as a rainbow. For awhile I thought I was bipolar. But now I think I suppose there was a mental battle going on inside me where I wanted everyone to like me and push everyone away at the same time. I wanted them to defend me from harsh words but I also wanted my words to pierce their own blanket of emotional security. I wanted them to fall the same way I did so maybe they wouldn’t leave me. Why did I tell these little white lies? I think I did it for approval and acceptance. As a human I had a fear of rejection a desire to be seen as a good person as a great person. I had a fear of being alone. Ironically I am an introvert, physically I loved to be locked in my room with no one else. Emotionally I was dependent, I needed someone to take away the insecurities, show me the right path and heal my heartbreak. Heartbreak I had never felt before. When I needed this comfort I went to my parents. But at the same time I felt no difference between them and my friends. I kept tiny secrets from them. Like how some of their words really hurt me. But I think they were the closest thing I had to loving someone so I forgave them. How the pressure from school work would eat me alive and I would spend hours crying silently in my room? I tried hard in school. I was not smart, I just tried hard. I pushed myself, my teachers pushed me, the watching eyes of colleges and the student body pushed me, my parents pushed me. I wanted to know when I would fall over. How I would sometimes lie in my bed and think how much easier it would be to never exist at all? These thoughts had me standing in front of the beginning road of pain that was self inflicted. These thoughts scared me, so I would cry even more. These thoughts didn’t come for awhile anymore, I put up an emotion barrier. Let the punches roll over me and accepted that my life could be ruined any second. I was a passive pessimistic. It was turning me into a robot one with a fake laugh who didn’t cry when everyone else in my family did. Then as my father pointed the shield I thought I crafted oh so well over myself, I cried. Not because our happy family could split apart any second, I cried for myself because no seemed to accept the shield either. Now Ive throw the shield away. The punches hit me directly but I use books to sope up all the pain. I never told my parents how I blamed myself when they fought even if I did nothing or how including me in the fight made me want to cry even more? I never told my dad how much I wanted him stop asking me why I wasn’t very popular and wore clothes that covered my body in unflattering ways or why my grades were so low in math. I never told my mother that she was my best friend but even friends need to keep secrets. I never told them how much my future scares me. That I wanted to be someone in the world but I wasn’t sure who I wanted to be. My friends knew or so it seemed what their future held. They used words I didn’t know, and planned for things I didn’t know I would need. I was scared my parent coddled me too much never letting me live beyond them but I was scared to leave the house and face something other than my own reflection. My dad shot down some of options with career choices over the fact they would never produce enough money and I agree with him. Happiness and easy living is important but so is living comfortably. Books were my happiness, but they were not career. I wrote stories on occasion. But I did I also had the attention span of a six year old. My writing were never finished as were many of the other activities I took place in. Halfheartedly I would do things, except read. Reading was always an exception. So my father threw the word doctor. “Sure” I thought I could that. And then I did research eight years it said. Eight years of school to be one. And thats when i fear time and choices. When I went down one path it would close another. I didn’t like that. You know those goosebump books that had several options, I would fill them with bookmarks so I could see every ending. I didn’t like missing out on pathways. So then I got depressed again and turned back to books but my books had run out. Manga was introduced for the first time. Sure they didn’t let my imagination run as wild but it was close. When the usual manga ran out I found Yaoi. Yaoi is boy love in which to boys fell in love. I became a huge fan of these stories because in them I was a different gender but I was still attracted to males. New plot twists and emotions could be played off of these. Boyxboy was the farthest away from reality and I planned on staying just that far away. My emotions were more relaxed I stopped caring. Thats when a decision became clear a doctor ‘sure’ I could do that. I wanted to be a doctor who helped depressed teens who needed help walking down a road in life or walking away from one. I wanted to help couples fall back into love or out of it. I wanted to work with people who hated the voices in their head as much as I hated the doubts in mine. So back to actual story, this was the first time I had used Skype I was slightly scared and excited.The original purpose of this call was to discuss a plan me and my friends had for Halloween. We wanted to do a haunted carnival and needed to start planning now. The current time was 2 am the Skype call was still open. Airwrecka had yet to join but no final decisions were made we had mostly been throwing ideas off of each other. Natalie and Mariah were at one of their houses so they would often talk about things me and Drew could not see. While this was going one me and Drew discussed books mostly bl. Mymy and Nat realized that neither of us were no longer focused on the October event but were firmly planted in the world of boys kissing boys. With a quick goodnight, although it should of been good morning, Nat and Mymy left the call. Me and Drew shared screens and got to the business of finishing some webcomics. We goofed around youtube for awhile and played some games online. I used Cleverbot and moved onto Evie. Then Drew went on omegle. I had talked to AI’s before but never real people. I took stranger danger very seriously. In an earlier conversation with my friends I had said that I had gone on there before. I lied, yes. The only time I interacted with people over the web was with my friends from school. I lied saying I talked to people online. That my social anxiety didn’t stop me on the web. I was a leader not a follower, I wanted acceptance but I wasn’t going to do something stupid for it. If I had I would be popular by now. I wanted to be accepted as someone they could look too. And I had been, but I had no one to look to for myself. So when my friends asked me about omegle I said ‘sure, I had some pretty wicked conversations with nice people.’ They told their own stories of meeting internet friends. I felt no need to explain that I didn’t trust the people I meet face to face how could I trust people who might be a possible internet predator. Soon the conversation dropped and I never thought of omegle again until then. Drew did not pressure me into going onto the search bar and pressing those 6 letters. I did it. I was jealous of the friends my friends had made from scotland and germany and the people they got to meet. I was envious of the pictures they had of famous celebrities they became friends with because they had the courage to leave a hello in their inbox. I was tired of being scared to say to words to anyone when I played team fortress two or cards against humanity. I was 16 and in two years I would be alone. Without my parents. I was scared and angry about my independence. I understood my father’s point of view on my safety. i was not angry that my brother could walk with friends alone because I would rather stay home. I was only slightly peeved when I was scolded for not picking up the phone when he called but my brother could stay the night and not need one phone call. I understood the hesitancy in letting me be alone with boys and parents and friends that he did not trust. But I at least wanted him to trust me. Trust that I would eventually pick up the unfamiliar weight of my phone and call back. That I was ten minutes late in calling because I slept in or he called at the wrong time. I guess it was partially my fault that I gave him an excuse the first time I stayed away not to trust me. At the time I had no cell phone and Mariah’s was not charged. I didn’t know what time it was but I assumed I had plenty. Assuming was a problem of mine. In all honesty I thought something along the lines of I’ll call when we get back to Mariah’s and even if I’m slightly ate they would understand. I called thirty minutes late they did not understand. I came home sweaty and miserable with the boring activity of watching Mariah play ball and getting picked on by Brandi Mariah’s cousin. They scolded me and I was feeling bad after they said they were disappointed. I didn’t understand why they weren’t understanding. At the time I thought it was no big deal I was a little lat. I trusted myself in keeping myself safe. Now I understand that my parent knew I would try and keep myself safe but it was there job to protect me too. But my father was asleep and I had a curiosity that need to be sated. So clicked the link to omegle opening the main menu. Drew had quite for a while we both had been.Looking at the menu screen of omegle. One allowed video and audio. During the Skype chat I kept my video off uncomfortable with my friends with seeing my face. Quickly I stuck the paper and tape I used to cover my camera back over the lense. Sure If the light was on it meant my camera was on but I was paranoid so I took no chance. The thought of clicking the option of video and audio never crossed my mind. I was not going in blind let me tell you. I was aware of what omegle was it was essential a cesspool of perverts and normal people. With the video option you had the chance of getting a jump scare, a smiling face, an eleven year old kid demanding perverted actions, and genitals. I suffered through jump scares with my family on a daily bases. I had already come across an a****** of an eleven year old while playing xbox online.Never played again. I had watched porn and in those you happen to come across a few parts that needed to stay private. Things like that did not affect me in fact I came to the conclusion, I was asexual. Porn and a documentary about bears were the same thing to me except the documentary had better dialogue. So I was aware of the dangers of the video options which is exactly why I chose text. As the page loaded I made myself a few rules.1)I would give away no information that would harm me or lead back to me, so lying is permitable this time. 2) Finally I decided that I would give omegle a chance. I wouldnt skip anyone unless they started to harrass me. I shared my screen with rose mary so she could see me. Stranger:hi With that conversation I added a rule.3) I decided to ignore the asl question. Age? Sex? Location? You are now connected to a stranger say hi. Stranger:m or f? With that one I decided to try one more time. If I got another a****** I was skipping and never coming on here again. I thought omegle was s*** and there was no way I was gonna get on here again. Stranger:Hello That last convo brought back the hope in my humanity. One more and Im done I told myself. The next thing that popped up was an ad for some conspiracy theory list . I skipped it. “Wow, Its already four o’clock. Im gonna go to bed now.”Drew spoke. “Yeah, Im going to go to bed soon too. I’ll be up by twelve so we can finish this tomorrow.” I said back. It was getting late and I was tired, but I knew there was no way I could go to sleep right now. Damn insomnia. “Bye, Emma call you tomorrow.”Drew said closing the chat. “Bye.” I called closing my own. Looking back at my laptop,I saw a message. You have been connected to a stranger say hi. Stranger: m You have been skipped. I looked at the blue and red on colors on the screen, the baby blue button labeled next call, and the words I never got to send. A laugh left my throat. That laugh turned into a sob. I wrapped my arms around my legs and rocked myself as I quietly sobbed. I should’ve said something anything to let him know that I was okay with his age, I should of pressed enter quicker. I should have gotten his number. I looked back at the screen. my chest ached with a pain I was not familiar with stomach hurt so bad I didn’t want to move and my head hurt from sleep deprivation and an unknown cause. Thats when all the feelings hit me full force. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to go to bed and pretend none of this happened. I’d give up my reading time tomorrow to sleep through this feeling. But I didn’t lay down and sleep because what if I dreamed of used to be football players and ___ eyes and brown hair and dogs and cookies. I didnt want to sleep. Maybe I took to long to reply but he told me to take my time last time,. Why was it different this time? I wanted to get mad at him call him a rude inconsiderate a******, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t hate him. Looking at the words I typed one more I realized this wasn’t a simple like, I was crushing on him. He made me believe in fate and destiny and soul mates and all that bulls*** that I didn’t believe in. No no no no no no no. Idint want this I just wanted to make some friends, I just wanted to live a little. I just wanted to experience omegle. I want to be fine being alone, I wanted to be fine being alone. You:s*** f*** your awesome I really want to keep talking to you in fact I even like you just a little bit and this sounds cheesy but your like the first person that Ive actually like but I cant be in a relationship with you or anybody my dad would kill them. Im 16 in high school. Ill be a Junior next year and I want to study psychology in college. You call the shots do you still want my number? Im shaking right now and my heart is pounding and now im rambling f*** I put the ball in his court if he had waited just three seconds longer he could of played the court and chosen the next move. But he didn’t and the ball was still in my hands. If he had rejected me then I could of been pissed off for a while and gotten over it. But no the path was closed and I was left wondering the unknown. I hated the unknown. My dog started whining as I looked at my computer. Quickly I got up and took my two dogs outside. I don’t know how long I stood out there but when I came back in I was hurting bad. Damn it, I needed something a hug maybe. So I walked through the house in daze calling out my mothers name in a strangled voice I knew she was awake by now. When I found her she saw the look on my face and encased me in a hug even if she was shorter. I cried and told her the whole story. When I was done she soothed me saying it was just crush I would get over it. I laughed at that. How pathetic was I getting my first crush at 16 and it happens over the internet. Why do I even like him I asked my mom I don’t know him. My moms eyes softened as she explained that I was a sensitive person who happened to connect with a stranger on an intellectual level. The sleep deprivation may have played a part in it as well as the level of mystery Mr. Stranger had. “Can you just say he was a pervert?” I begged. My mother reached up and touched a strand of my hair. “He wasn’t a pervert baby.” “Just say it please mom if you do then I can hate him and let all of this go.” My mom shook her head and stroked my hair as I bawled. Finally when I was done crying I asked “Would it be weird if I keep the conversation.” My mom laughed and said no. “Your father will probably want to read it when you tell.”she said straightening her work shirt. I froze up. “Were you going to tell Dad?” My mother nodded and I sadly nodded as well. I would probably get everything taken away just for going on omegle.My 13 year old brother could it but I couldnt, I wanted to get mad about it but I couldnt. My mom kissed my forehead and headed out the door with the promise of a phone call and that everything would be better. Back in my room I laid down and tried to sleep but it didn’t work. I messaged my friends and found that only Airwrecka was awake. I called her and cried over the phone. She tried to cheer me up by telling me a story about her cats and laughed not even paying attention to her story but the discomfort in her voice. “Im sorry Im not very good at this what do you want me to do?” she spoke quietly. I laughed. “Just tell me everything is gonna be okay.” She told me over and over again until my sobs turned into gentle tears. “Just remember Emma you still have me, Nat, Mymy, Drew, and your family.” I smiled at that. With a couple deep breaths, the tears stopped. My chest still ached but I knew everything would be okay. I left hung up on Airwrecka with the promise of telling her about what was wrong later. She simply said I love you butt buddy and hung up. I was better now but I still needed to vent out my feelings. So I sat down at my computer and typed. I edited nothing and didn’t stop typing. Not once did I cry. Not as I tossed the empty bag of Skittles in the trash, not when I ran into the door jam looking for my glasses, and not as Im typing right at this moment. And when I’m all done, I’ll go to sleep and hopefully dream about pressing send and brown haired boys telling me my eyes are pretty because everything will be okay. This story portrays real events that took place on July 21 2015 from the hours of 1 am to 7:25 am. This is the story of my first crush. I dont have too much hope and maybe in a mouth or a week or a day Ill move on but now, I’m still looking for my Mr. Stranger. So just incase he happens to see this in a sick and twisted chance by fate, although ,it’s not likely, I ask that he go on a website called wattpad lookup the profile named cookie_and_skittles and sending a message in the inbox saying your biggest fear, your eye color, and the first letter of your first name. This probably wont be a happy ending but it’s definitely worth the shot.
You:hello
Stranger:asl
You:no
Stranger:y
You: not gonna tell you
Stranger:then your a waste of my time
You have been skipped.
You: Hi my name is Yolanda. (Its a reference sorry if you don’t get it)
You have been skipped.
You:D
You: is for dinosaur
You:E
You: is for elephant
Stranger:T is for turd
You:You caught on quick
Stranger:asl?
You:No
Stranger Im hard
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You:Nope
You have been skipped.
You: Your not gonna be rude are you.
Stranger:Nah
You:Thank You for have the common decency of a normal human
Stranger:Yw
You:I hope to you are blessed with many goats
Stranger: and you a thousand virgins
You: Ninety nine problems but a b**** ain’t one
Stranger: Ninety nine problems but a d*** ain’t one (I miss read this and though they were saying they were a girl. I never did figure out.)
You: Hello to you nice female
Stranger: Im confused
You: We are all lost my child
Stranger: You do you girlfriend?(I miss read this and thought they were asking if I had a girlfriend)
You: I have a hand.
Stranger: Im sure you do
You: No you’ve caught me and I lost it in the war.
Stranger: I have to go to work now so continue on Fearless Warrior.
You: You too master commander.
You have been skipped.
Just when my belief in humanity had been restored, I was once again upset.
You: nope
Stranger: asl
You: please dont
Don’t destroy my new outlook on people .
Stranger: dont what
I raised an imaginary eyebrow at his response. Is he playing dumb.
You: do this
Stranger: do what?
You: you know what gosh durnit
Im not an idiot. F*** you dude I dont know.
Stranger: what ask things?
You: No *sigh*
You: Just dont be an
a****** sounds like the proper word
You: well an a******
Stranger: how am i being or will an a******?
You: How does my asl have anything to do with you?
Stranger: nothing. how does that make me an ass?
He did make a good point and I wasnt happy to admit that I was wrong.
You: Fine, I guess it doesn’t. You win.
You: m
I really didn’t trust this guys he was suspicious. I pushed the m. Hoping that hell see that I put male to answer his questions and leave me alone.
Stranger: im sorry
You: No need to apologize I was being rude.
Great now I feel bad but maybe he was one of the rare people on here who were decent.
You: Im sorry
The apology hit me in my pride. I hate apologizing but I sucked it up and continued.
Stranger: i ask only just to know what pronouns to use, male of female
Stranger: or
Oh maybe he is an okay person. But I still don’t trust him and I won’t hesitate telling him.
You: Wow, thats pretty cool of you.
You: But location and age are not involved with gender *narrows eyes*
Stranger: habit i guess
You: Habits are hard to break.
Nothing he says can be trusted.
You: Soo..
You: What are you on here for?
Are you just being a perv?
Stranger: talk to people\
Stranger: what about you?
You: Same, kind of. Its 4 o’clock am, I have insomnia and my friends are no longer on skype.
Thats kind of true. I went on her to get the experience of it and then get the hell out.
Stranger: damn
You: Yep
You: Only one of the reasons I am so pissy right now
Stress and pressure being the other reasons.
Stranger: why?
I dont know this dude. Im not gonna tell him anything personal.
You: Lets change topics
You: How are you>
Lets start over with polite conversation.
Stranger: im alirght
You: Thats good
Neither of us answered for a while before I concaved under the cyber silence.
You: What time is where you are?
Stranger: 1 am
More awkward silence filled my room. I wanted to call this stranger boring but I needed to be nice.
You: Do have any engagement for tomorrow?
Stranger: oh no
Stranger: you>
You: Nope tomorrows a lazy day
Stranger: awesome
Dude seriously I should just hurry up and skip him this is awkward?
You: Are you a marvel or dc fan
S*** maybe hes not all nerdy.
You: or neither
You: thats fine too
Stranger: nah really but i like batman
Everyone loves Batman he’s got the only comics worth picking up.Marvel all the way.
You: Yeah batman pretty awesome
You: Christian Bale played the best
Stranger: oh yeah
Silence fell again. And I thought of another question.
You: Do you play any sports?
Stranger: football used to
Foot ball I wasn’t expecting. An image of him was conjured up in my head. Probably 30 or older because this guy was polite plus with the whole used to play football it only helped push the whole he’s a creep idea in my head.
You: Why did you stop?
Was it like an extreme injury or something and now he has a bum knee.
Stranger: eh nevr got the urge to contiune
I was slightly disappointed with his less dramatic answer. Im not into sports and I really hope he doesn’t want to talk about it.
You: Im not really into sports
Stranger: really? did you eevr play anythiung?
You: Nope, I’ve been clumsy since I was born
I laughed a little at this. Graceful was my middle name.
Stranger: really? nooo
You: Cant walk through a house without running into a door
You: Especially if I lose my glasses
Which I did all the time
Stranger: haha sorry is it that bad?
You: You have no idea
Seriously……
Stranger: i wish i did
No man you don’t want to know
You: I stabbed myself in the neck trying to brush my teeth on multiple occasions
Stranger: what?????
Stranger: WHAT
I laughed at his surprise it wasn’t even a big deal. My was red for a few days but that was all.
You: Its kind of embarassing
Stranger: dang
You: I happen to be nearsighted and farsighted
You: Its hell
Stranger: wait how are you both?
You: My left eye is near my right is far
You: cant see s***
Thats not entirely true. Little details were hard for me to see, but little details made up big pictures.
Ha Im soo inspiring myself.
Stranger: dang
Stranger: im so sorry
You: nah I embrace it
Stranger: well thats great
You: acceptance is the first step
You: the next is avoiding doors
Stranger: haha thats funny
Im glad we’re past the awkward phase.
You: You’re pretty cool despite my earlier b****iness
Stranger: its alirght. hehe
Did he just us hehe. Thats kind of girly. I laughed at the image of some stranger giggling like a school girl.
You: Lets play twenty questions
You: or I spy you choose
Stranger: twenyt ?s i ask
You: sure
Stranger: you readty
You: yep
Stranger: can you be eatten?
You: yes
Stranger: do you come in a varity of colours?
You: yep
Stranger: are you some type of candy
Seriously hes pretty good at this game.
You: can you read minds
You: yes
Stranger: haha no?
Stranger: im not
He’s gotten them all on point so far and now I’m feeling paranoid. I ran my thumb over the tape on my camera making sure it was sticking down.
You: *gasp* Are you sure?
Stranger: haha i wish
You: okay well then what was the object
You: or ask another question
Stranger: nerds candy?
I seriously thought he was gonna get it right.
You: Wow, nope
You: soo close
Stranger: its is the other willy wonka candy smartes?
You: nah
Stranger: oh man
You: I give you a hint its chewy
Stranger: chewy? tafty?
You: no its not a wonka product
I repeat it is not sold and distributed by the wonka industry.
Stranger: tafty is wonka right?
Laughy taffy is wonka right?
You: i think so?
You: Its not sold by willy wonka
Stranger: haha well what else is there? lollipop?
You: do you give up
You: or do you want another hint
Stranger: aww but im so close
You: Ill throw you a bone only because you like batman
You: think
You: rainbow
Im losing respect for you now man. You should of had it after rainbow.
Stranger: another hint
You: starts with an “s”
I threw my hands up in frustration, I forgot how much I hated twenty questions.
Stranger: sweetrats
Stranger: sweetarts yes i knew it i just didnt know the name
I feel bad now. He is so sure of himself yet he is wrong. My hands were shaky at the moment mostly from lack of sleep so I totally understood his whole typing problem.
You: Its okay in person I speak fine put a keyboard in front of me and suddenly I cant speak properly
You: Its not sweettarts sorry
Stranger: dont worry im the same way. nooooo? haha i give up
You: Ill give you one more hint
You: Taste the rainbow
Stranger: haha well not skittles
It was Skittles.
You: Skittles is the correct answer. would you like the keys to your new car now or later
Stranger: wait those not wonka
I grabbed the package on my table and looked at it. The distributor wasn’t on there but I faintly remember reading an article about wonka owning like all the candy brands, or was that coca cola with the sodas.
Stranger: are they?
You: I think?
Stranger: now please hehe
You: Wonka owns everthing
Stranger: ture
You: candy wise of course
Stranger: true
You: so my turn
Stranger: ok im ready
I have to think logically.
You: Is it a person?
Stranger: no
You: Is it a place?
Stranger: no
You: Is it an object?
Stranger: object? yeah i thibnk
what do you mean think its either a person, place, thing, or…. s*** i fogot idea dman you 6th grade english.
You: You think? haha
Stranger: haha
You: Okay, is it a common house hold object?
Stranger: it can be found ina house
UGH Thats no help
You: Is it abiotic or biotic?
You: Living or dead essential
I refered to it as abiotic and biotic? Meh I dont care Im such a nerd ha.
Stranger: no
Crap what do I ask now?
You: Is it a piece of technology?
Stranger: oh no
You: Ugh this is so hard
You: Is it a personal item?
Maybe I can narrow it down to what room its found in.
Stranger: no
Stranger: you want a hint
I really hate this game.
You: Please. You cant see but I am not making an attractive face?
Stranger: haha its edible
So the kitchen. I cant believe I didnt guess food when its practically my forte.
You: I feel stupid now.
Ill go through food groups
You: Is it a meat?
Stranger: haha
Stranger: no
You: Is it a fruit?
Stranger: no
You: Is it a vegetablr?
Oops misspelled vegetable.
Stranger: no
You: A liquid?
Stranger: nope
You: Solid?
Stranger: yea
I’m not even gonna ask if its a gas.
You: Wheat?
Stranger: no
You: Sweet?
And I dont remeber the other food groups I just rembered good and not good.
Stranger: yes
No dont tell me its……
You: CANDY?
Stranger: haha no
I really thought that was it
You: Damn
Stranger: hahahah
You: Pastry?
Stranger: yea
Holy s*** I got it
You: Cake?
Stranger: close
You: Pie?
Stranger: ohhhh no
You: Brownie?
Stranger: clooooseeee
You: Fudge?
Stranger: noo
You: Muffin?
Stranger: ohhhhhh noo
You: Cupcake?
Stranger: haha
Stranger: no
I really thought it was cupcake
You: *postpones victory dance*
You: Hint?
Stranger: hahahaha
Stranger: you are sooo close. if not cupcake, muffin, what is left?
I dont know anything should I just start naming foods
You: Just for you to know Im terrible at anything food wise unless im eating it.
You: So I have no clue
Its sweet maybe french toast or something
You: Wait is breakfasty
Stranger: noooo
You: I was gonna guess pancake but..
Stranger: its starts with a c
I went through every food I could think of that started with a c but none of them were a sweet treat.
You: *groans and grabs head*
You: I dont know
Stranger: realy
You: Dead serious
Im dumb
Stranger: you quit?
I hesitated for a long while. I hate losing as much as I hated apoligize.
You: yes
Stranger: cookie
The six letters seemed to mock me. On the outside I was clm on the inside I was clawing my short hair and screaming at an imaginary cookie.
Stranger: choloate chip
You: Im so upset right now its ridiculous
Im sooooo stupid
Stranger: hahahaha ahahahaha ha
Stranger: i bet
I hate this game why am I so bad at twenty question I always go in with a game plan and leave feeling frustrated. He probably feels so smug?
You: In fact im pouting
You: i never pout
You: n e v e r
Stranger: oh wow hahah
You: thank you for finding my stupidity funny
You: damn it
Stranger: hahahah im sorry
You: Its fine my friends would have done something worse
You: At least I would have
I would never live this down. Like Mariah and the makeout face.
Stranger: hahah what do you mean
You: We mess with each other a lot
You: but not to bad
You: certain lines arent crossed but
We pick at each other instead fo tearing into our mistakes.
Stranger: awseome
Stranger: oh wow
You: so because Im a sorry loser I dont want to play that any more
I meant to put sore loser but too late now
You: Instead we can ask each other question like faavorite color
Stranger: grean
You: purple
Stranger: hair colour>
You: dirty blonde
You: or dark brwon
You: depends on the season
the sun lightens my hair
Stranger: hey crazy but i amnot sure if you told me your gender
No harm in telling him one thing if I keep my age and location secret I wont get hurt.
You: Promise your not a creep
You: youre
Stranger: i promise
I considered lying but for once I didnt want to
You: female
You: yours?
Did he tell me before.
You: male right?
Stranger: yeah
You: or wrong?
Stranger: male
You: books yay or nay?
Stranger: oh totslly
Stranger: totally
I was surprised he seemed to share the same enthusiasm for books as me. I smiled slightly
You: yeeeesss
You: all i do is read and write
Stranger: no way
You: its unhealthy
it really is but Ill keep that info to myself.
Stranger: really?
You: Probably?
Im sure there is some type of repercussion from all the sleep and meals I’ve missed.
Stranger: no?
You: So your turn
Stranger: what do you want to know>
You: No I meant your turn to ask a question sorry I wasnt clear
Its kind of cute how confuse he gets
Stranger: ok… heres one, what would happen when we both have to log off?
s*** the taboo subject
You: Idk I wont be logging off soon how bout you
Stranger: me niether but what would happen when we will?
Im enjoying myself now but I still dont trust this guy.
You: If you continue to be a cool dude Ill try to keep in contact with you.
First I need to know if he is a trust worthy person and not some perv
Stranger: haha ill try my best to contuine
Stranger: haha you thinkim a cooldude?
awwwwwwwww
You: So far yeah
You: My turn
You: Soo music?
Stranger: oh wow i dont like it
Woah thats definitely a unique answer
You: Really I live for it, it soothes me. Although sometimes I just wish there was complete and utter silence. Its fine by me of course that you dont like it.
You: to each his own
Stranger: haha thanku
You: hair color? since you never answered that one
An eye for an eye
Stranger: black, or really dark brown
You: everyone in my family has black hair so Im sort of the odd ball. Its nice to meet another dark brown
yay brown
You: your turn
Stranger: what type of footware do you wear
every type but im not gonna explain what shoes I wear with what outfit
You: Depends but Im most comfortable in flats or converse
Stranger: nice ok
You: how about you
Stranger: almost like dress shoes
You: classy
more surprises knows how to keep someone on their toes ha that wasnt a good pun
Stranger: hehe
Silence passed again.
You: Sorry trying to think of questions
Stranger: its coo;
You: If you have any feel free to ask
Stranger: hmmm fav food?
You: When Im craving something I eat it but Chinese food I will never get sick of it
Stranger: me 2
You: Sushi is good too but only california rolls raw fish freaks me out
Stranger: haahado they really
You: So lead pencils or wooden?
Stranger: oh man both have pros and cons
hmmmm more neutral answers
You: haha
Stranger: you
Stranger: ?
Stranger: hello?
You: I have a hard time sharping the wooden ones the point always ends up wierd so I use lead mostly
Stranger: i hate when rhe easer of a lead runs out
You: I know and then when you by the little pink earsers too use when that happens I always lose them
Stranger: yuck they get itchy becuase of other pencils
You: I approve of your pencil opinions
You: Eyecolor?
Stranger: thanku
Stranger: _____
Stranger: you? green?
You: nope poopy brown
You: I hate my eyecolor
Someone once told me I had bug eyes at the time I laughed it off but now anytime I see myself in the mirror I hate it just like the rest of me. My mom says my eyes aren’t buggy just wider. But my mom is forced to love me.
Stranger: haha why>
You: God okay, I hate saying this but they arent….pretty and dont say they are because for all you know I could look like a troll, and no Im not fishing for compliments.
that sounded kind of mean
You: Sorry that sounded ruder than I meant
Stranger: dont be/ is everything alright?
You: Yeah everyone one is secretly uncomfortable with their body in certain areas. I accept the way I look and half the time I wake up feeling like Aphrodite and the others like Medusa.
Stranger: i understand
You: Your turn
Stranger: Wats on your mind
fate destiny
You: The fact that we dont know each other but this is my first time on omegle and you just happened to be maybe the fifth person I was connected too
You: Its kind of cool
that sounded way to girly for my liking
Stranger: oh really? oh wow
You: Yep
Stranger: how did it go with the past others?
I typed my fingers having a hard time keeping up with my brain due to my inexperience in dexterity and shaky hands
You: sorry
You: trying to figure out how to word it
Stranger: take your time
Stranger: :*)
I couldn’t help but smile at the little face as if it were reassuring me that I could speak freely and am slowly as I wanted
You: I heard about omegle from my friends. They told stories about making friends and meeting amazing people, but there were also less pleasant stories as well. So I decided to use the text option. With the fact in ind that there could be some cool people I came to the conclusion to never next a person. At first I was sort of just messing around and being weird. Its part of my personality in case you didnt notice, some of the people were perfectly pleasant. Others not so much. Right before you I was talking to some one cool. It was only a couple lines but they were well received, then my friend got off of skype and when you asked the whole asl question I was disappointed. Thinking of our current conversation I came to conclude that omegle isnt so bad. *loud applause* *cue inspiring music* *I bow* SOrry that was probably boring I swear I dont usually rant or get deep or whatever you want to call it
You: Geeze that was way longer than I thought it would be
You: I feel kind of cheesy now that Im rereading
i feel silly when i say stuff that i pulled up from my heart. ugh that sentence makes me cringe.
Stranger: no please rant get deep
Stranger: and im sorry for the way i started
You: nah its perfectly fine
Stranger: hehe
i totally want to keep talking even after this chat but i need to know some things first
You: now im kind of nervous to ask location or age
Stranger: you dont have to ask
You: how about location for now
i could only pray that he was a teenager like me
Stranger: USA
You: social media bring people together from across the world so
I wasnt expecting such a quick reply hes in USA hes in USA hahaha yes
You: USA
You: AS wel Imean I added quickly
Stranger: wait what??
You: yeppers
Im soooo happpy yay new friend
You: I dont mind being more specific
oh crap what if hes gay or african ameican and he totally freak when he finds out im southern
You: but I warn yu not to judge me on stereotypes
Stranger: i wont
You: You first *raises eyebrow*
Stranger: me first what?
Stranger: sorry
confusion is so cute
You: location I mean be specific like state
Stranger: oh CA
california like the california awesome wonder what its like but aww I hoped for a moment we would be in the same state.
You: GA
You: crap
Stranger: what?
Stranger: ?
You: yep
is he surprised im from georgia
You: south
You: although I have no accent
You: no one does
well some of us do but most dont
You: seriously
Stranger: nothing worng with that
Stranger: hehe
the little giggle has grown on me
You: Its pretty funny watching people talk in country accents though
You: we sound normal with a little twang underneath
Stranger: you say yall
that we do that we do
You: in reaality I mean
You: Okay you’ve got me there
Stranger: haha yes
You: but it feels weird saying you’s
You: its you’s right
Stranger: i think it is just you
Stranger: no ‘s
You: You know I always wanted to move to CA but right now Im just aiming to get to Florida
anywhere away from georgia
Stranger: really why?
You: I dont know really
it sounded like a good plan at first
You: I dont like cold weather but I dont like hot weather either
Stranger: no ones does
Stranger: hello?
You: I think it has to do with surfing. I went to Florida because my cousin was pregenant and tryed it while I was there. Afterwards all I wanted was to move to a place with a beach. I havent been surfing since and just so you know I was terrible at it. The dream kind of died.
I was too small so wave keep knocking me back curse you skinny build
You: sorry about that
Stranger: make sense
Stranger: oh your fine
You: cats? or dogs?
Stranger: childhood, i had dogs
yeeesss dog person
You: me too. I have to at the moment. I have to walk them pretty soon because its like 5 in the morning right now
You: two
You: although I wont log off
i wanted to tell him all about my dogs and how i was going to miss them when i went to college, but i didnt trust him enough to give away my age no matter how much i wanted to be his friend
Stranger: oh its going to five or six
Stranger: ?
You: right now its 5:55 but I walk them at seven
You: set an alarm and everything
Stranger: awsome
Stranger: oh but you will be arleady up
You: yeah
You: I almost forgot about it til now
You: Gonna have to turn it off or Ill end up scaring the hell out of myself
I shut of the alarm.
Stranger: haha oh i do the same thing
You: so why are you living in the good ole sun shine city
You: first time in my life ive used ole
Stranger: born here
You: The roots they are strong in this one
You: thats pretty cool
Stranger: oh no i want to leave but i dont know where
You: I was born in tennessee so at least I live in a different state now. I feel the same about where I live. I have no clue about where I want to go.
I wanted to say that I planned on traveling abroad but bringing up college would give off a red flag.
Stranger: haha it sucks not knowing
You: I feel clueless. Growing up is hard. I dont think I was meant to become an adult. Anyway what was it that you wanted to do when you where a little kid?
Stranger: fireman
You: I wanted to be a singer when I grew up but now I just enjoy listening to others music. But I also wanted to be an doctor.
Mostly the singer I loved singing still do but no im more self conscious.
Stranger: you?
Stranger: a doctor nice
You: they do make quite the living
Stranger: yes they do
You: My dad would show me wounds and stuff.now Im equally grossed out and intrigued when he tries to make me look.
Stranger: haha arent we all?
You: What do you fear most?
Stranger: _____
I wanted to say being a bad person was my greatest fear but isnt that everyones
You: spiders, one bit me once oh and c***roaches those suckers make me squeal like a little girl
Stranger: oh yes equally horrible
You: any questions fo your own?
You: of
Stranger: number? is that weird?
my heart thumped at the idea of us still talking after this. Oh no I really like this guy. Doubts whispered in my ear, you can’t trust him. He’s only saying all the right things because that’s what you want to hear. He’s probably lying. I really wanted his number something that would let me contact him in case we get disconnected.
You: kind of but I want to know yours too is it cool if I give you mine after we learn a little more things
Play it safe.
Stranger: alright. do you really?
You: yeah but you know internet safety and and all
Stranger: i get it you could be a creep hehe
You: I am indeed very creepy
Stranger: areyou really?
oh no was that too weird of me to say
You: I think so but thats because I have a certified dirty mind soooo
Stranger: ohhhh do you now?
Wait was he just flirting. He could still be gay, you dont know this guy, you dont him yet.
You: yep im a real pervert as a female i have many female friends who happen to be attracted to females, but I wont hesitate to grop them even if I am straight
Wait is this flirting. Am I doing it back, is this right, but what if Im wrong. I’ve never flirted before I’ve never been interested before.
Stranger: haveyou?
You: Yeah Im not attracted to them touching a boob is sort of like holding a sock to me
Smooth Emma compare a sock to a boob and now he probably thinks you’re a molester.
Stranger: well how of a dirty mind do yu have?
Om goodness gracious I have to ask now if he was flirting with me. I kept a clear expression but my stomach felt weird kind of twisted and angry like when I was forced to give my salutatorian speech in middle school.
You: i ask before of course Im not a molester
You: I can turn any word into an innuendo or a pun Even if the puns were bad
Stranger: can you now?
Now or never I have to call him out on it.
You: I have a quesion.
You: several in fact
Stranger: ok
Stranger: call
You: 1) What the first letter to your first name?
You: is
thinking of him as just some dude felt weird god its been two hours and I already liked this guy as more than friends. Ive had a guy chase me for three years and I still only thought of him as a brother.
You: or your first name
You: either is fine
Stranger: _____
You: Mine is E
Stranger: awseome
You: 2) I happen to be of innocent body despite my dirty thoughts in fact I have never dated never found anyone worth not that Im stuck I just didnt I dont know like them like that so…..Were you flirting earlier because I am terrible at flirting or telling if someone else is flirting
You: stuck up
Shut up, jeeze even in text form I talk to much and yammer
Stranger: wait when?
Oh s*** oh s*** oh s*** oh s*** no no no no no please tell me I didnt mistake his words as flirting
You: Im not offended in fact it was nice but I ment when I was talking about having a dirty mind and all. Oh god Im embarressed now
Usually I felt uncomfortable after someone flirted with me but with him it was alright.
You: I was wrong
Maybe he is gay.
You: crap
God Emma not every guy who doesn’t like you is gay. Conceited much.
You: sorry
You: I assumed thigs
Stranger: oh no please dont be sorry
No dont apologize it makes me like you more
Stranger: im sorry
You: I told you Im really bad at telling weather anyone was flirting with me and your like the first person on the internet I might try to get to know in irl soo please excuse me if im awkward and stuff
I dont care if we didn’t end up together I just wanted to be able to reach him somehow
You: Im twice as worse in reality
I was really a big bag of awkward and dweebyness.
You: hello?
Why is he taking to long did I offend him is he gonna leave.
Stranger: what if i was?
My cheeks turned about fifty shades of red, and for the first time I was really blushing.
Two hours there is no way I could like some in under two hours.
You: Then I dont mind but I do have one more question?
In fact him flirting was the best thing in the world. I kept my self calm and answered when all I wanted to do was roll around on the bed and giggle my head off. Despite that my safety was still first concern.
You: its a big one? It took me two tries to type out that one question, my hands were shaking so bad. At that point I didnt care if this guy was the ugliest thing alive I just really wanted to keep talking to him. God I feel like such a girl now. I dont know why I liked him, but I did.
You: could change a lot of things?
Would he still talk to me after he finds out how old I am.
Stranger: oh boy
My hands were shaking bad now.
You: im kind of scared to ask?
Please god please Ive never prayed for anything in my entire life
You: age?I pressed enter before I could chicken out.
Stranger: im not in high school want to know more?
I sucked in air not in high school that could mean a lot of things.
You: yeah I gasped air in realize I had not breathed. I wonder if he feels this way right now. No probably not. This was probably a one sided thing one my part just a silly little feeling. Like when a cute waiter at a restaurant winks at me. Its fine if this doesn’t work out Ill be fine I’ve never cried over boys, I never got worked up over boys. I just simply dropped the feelings I had and moved on with my life. But damn did I want this to work out.
Stranger: 22
My throat made a choking noise. I stared at the number on the screen and a million different emotions went through me. I didn’t give myself a moment to think about any of the emotions. My fingers were shaking bad, I tried to hurry and make a reply but the condition of my hands were hard to control. A loud sob broke from my throat and as I continued to type tears rolled down my face and hit the keys. Finally when each curse word and each thought that ran through my mind was typed into the little bar. I had my finger hover over the Enter key just when something on the screen changed.
Despite all of this I was still worried about my safety so I had my mother read my messages. Looking over them I couldn’t help let my lip twitch at the attempt of a smile.When she was all done I asked my mother for a favor.
I nodded and began to transfer it into a google document.