_______________________________________ Links! _______________________________________ Next: To be decided, ehehehehe Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/815798150/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807623373/ ________________________________________ ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Start of chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜ "Finally, you're home!" Sophia's mom exclaimed as she came through the door. "I was starting to get worried. Do you have your inhaler?" Sophia nodded, pulling it out from her backpack. "I didn't have any episodes today though," she said, tucking it into her pocket. Her mom sighed. "That's good to hear." Sophia nodded. She had asthma, except it could get pretty bad pretty quick. There had been times where she had been sent to the hospital, staying a few nights, because she hadn't had her inhaler. The doctors /had/ said though the first time she had had an episode that what she had didn't really seem like asthma, but they decided to rule it as such anyways. "Good...always keep that on you," her mom said, turning away and heading back to the kitchen. Sophia shrugged. "How was work today, mom?" "Mm? Oh, fine. In fact I'm just here for lunch, I'll have to go back soon." "Oh, okay," Sophia said. "I think I'm going to go to my room." Her mom didn't reply, so Sophia headed upstairs, feeling her heart sink a little. Really, the only thing her mom ever talked to her about was having her inhaler on her, and though Sophia got that she was just worried about her health, she felt ignored otherwise. "But that doesn't matter, I'm just making a big deal of it," Sophia muttered, closing her door behind her. She headed over to her desk, pulling out the drawer and setting her inhaler inside it, shoving it closed. Then she walked over to her bed, jumping onto it and accidently landing on her phone. It started ringing, like she was calling somebody, and Sophia froze, turning over and grabbing her phone, which was dialing some weird number she didn't know. "No no no!" she hissed furiously, trying to end the call, but the other line answered before she could. "Who is this? Answer very carefully." Came a woman's voice. Sophia didn't answer, her phone shaking in her trembling hand. "I can track your location, you know." Sophia scoffed. "This is a burner phone." "Who are you?" "That...is a question. One I'm not going to answer. Bye!" "End the call and I will have agents on you in less than a second." Agents? What? Sophia felt her chest tightening, but she ignored it, rolling her eyes. "Pft, agents? I'd ask if I was getting pranked, but I was the one who accidentally called." "Oh, so you randomly dialed this exact number? What a /coincidence/." The woman's voice was full of sarcasm. "I know, I--" Sophia stopped, unable to breathe. "Hello?" the woman sounded iriritated. "Where is it? Where is it?" Sophia panted, looking around desperately for her inhaler as her chest continued to tighten. She clutched it desperately, and then returned to the phone. "I'm hanging up now, don't send anybody to me, it was an accidental dial, goodbye and good day!" Then she hung up before the woman could protest and yelled, "MOM!" She immediately came running in, her eyes widening when she saw Sophia gasping for air, and grabbed her purse, taking an extra inhaler out and handing it to her. Sophia took a few puffs of her medicine while her mother lectured her. "Where is your inhaler?" she demanded. "What did I just tell you not five minutes ago, to always have it on you?" "It's in my desk drawer," Sophia suddenly remembered, getting up on shaky legs and heading over to it, pulling it out. "Keep it right beside you," her mom commanded. She sighed. "I'm going to go and run some errands and pick up dinner afterwards, you be safe and call me if you need anything, alright?" "Okay," Sophia agreed, and so her mom left. Leaving her alone again. ˜”*°•.˜”*°• End of Chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜
