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“It was just a dream, a long painful dream.” I kept telling myself this but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to, I just couldn’t. It was something that made me think it was real, dreadfully real. I think it was the phone calls. They kept happening, repeatedly. It all started when I liked this boy at my school Jake Ryan. He was super cute and very funny. After school, once I found out he liked me; I gave him my phone number and told him to call me that night. I got home and stood by the phone all night. A few calls but just my sister’s friends, not Jake. I thought he forgot or just didn’t like me any more. Finally, at 3:00 am the phone rang. I was hardly awake and the person on the phone new it because they asked if they woke me up. I talked to the man for about 30 minutes and then finally asked him his name. He said it was Jake! It didn’t sound like him but I took his word. The next day at school, I was talking to Jake and he mentioned the phone call and said he was sorry he didn’t have enough time to call me. I got very confused and just thought he was messing with me, The next night I got a phone call at 3”00 am and it said, “You no who I am. I’m your worst nightmare. Meet me at the mall’s costumer service tomorrow at 8:00 pm or else. Be cautious, I know where you live.” The next day I couldn’t think of anything but that phone call. I didn’t know if I should have gone of not. Finally, I decided that I would meet the “mystery person” but I could not let my parents find out. When I got home at around 7:30, I asked my mom to drive me to the library because I needed to study (the mall is right next to the library). Once she dropped me off, I waited until I could not see her any more and I walked across the street. I went to customer service and waited for the man. I waited for about 15 minutes and no one showed up. As I started to walk back to the library, thinking the man forgot or it was a prank, or something, a short boy that I recognized pulled me over. He pulled me into the nearest janitor’s closet. As soon as I realized the boy was Jake, he had pulled out a gun and shot my arm. I ran for help and once I got to the emergency room, I had lost so much blood I fainted. For the rest of my life I had a metal arm and tried my best to cope with the disability.