Is the text message a joke, or a real emergency?

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Amy normally hated Monday mornings, but this year was different. Kamal was in her art class and she liked Kamal. She was waiting outside the classroom when her friend Tara arrived.

“Hi Amy! Your mum sent me a text. You forgot your inhaler. Why don’t you turn your phone on?” Amy didn’t like technology. She never sent text messages and she hated Facebook too.

“Did Kamal ask you to the disco?” Tara was Amy’s best friend, and she wanted to know everything that was happening in Amy’s life. “I don’t think he likes me,” said Amy. “And I never see him alone. He’s always with Grant.” Amy and Tara didn’t like Grant.

“Do you know about their art project?” asked Amy. “It’s about graffiti, I think,” said Tara. “They’re working on it at the old house behind the factory.” “But that building is dangerous,” said Amy. “Aah, are you worried he’s going to get hurt?" Tara teased. “Shut up, Tara! Hey look, here they come!”

Kamal and Grant arrived. “Hi Kamal!” said Tara. “Are you going to the Halloween disco tomorrow?” “Yes. Hi Amy,” Kamal said, smiling. “Do you want to come and see our paintings after school?” “I’m coming too!” Tara insisted.

After school, Kamal took the girls to the old house. It was very old and very dirty too. There was rubbish everywhere. The windows were broken and the walls were damp. It was scary. Amy didn’t like it. There were paintings of zombies and skeletons on the walls. “We’re going to take photos for the school art competition,” said Kamal. Amy didn’t like it but she didn’t say anything. “Where’s Grant?” asked Tara. “Er, he’s buying more paint.” Kamal looked away quickly. Tara thought he looked suspicious. “It’s getting dark, can we go now?” said Amy. She didn’t like zombies.

Then, they heard a loud noise coming from a cupboard in the corner of the room. “What’s that?” Amy was frightened. “I didn’t hear anything,” said Kamal. Something was making strange noises. There was something inside the cupboard. “Oh no! What is it?” Amy was very frightened now. “What do you mean? There’s nothing there!” Kamal was trying not to smile. Suddenly the door opened with a bang and a zombie appeared, shouting and moving its arms. Amy screamed and covered her eyes. “Oh very funny, Grant!” said Tara looking bored. Kamal and Grant started laughing. “Ha ha, you were frightened!” said Grant. "Do you like my zombie costume?” Amy took Tara’s arm. “I can’t breathe,” she said. Kamal looked worried now. “Is she OK? It was only a joke.” “No she’s not OK, you idiot. She’s having an asthma attack and she forgot her inhaler.” Tara took out her phone. “I’m calling her dad.”

Next evening was Halloween. The girls were at the school disco. “Are you better now?” asked Tara. “I’m fine,” said Amy. “I think it was the smell of paint that started the attack.” Tara looked around. “So, where are the zombies?” “I don’t know, I don’t want to see Kamal again,” said Amy. “Come on, let’s dance!”

Amy and Tara were dancing when Grant arrived, looking worried. “Hi, someone stole my phone. Have you seen Kamal? He said he was coming here at eight o’clock. Can you phone him?” “Go away, idiot!” Tara didn’t stop dancing. Grant looked upset. “Tell him I’m looking for him,” he called as he left the disco. Tara really didn’t like Grant.

Just then, Tara’s phone rang. She looked at it. “Ha!” she said, “I don’t believe it!” “What is it?” asked Amy. “Kamal just sent a text to everyone. Listen!” Tara read out Kamal’s message.

“I’m at the house. I can’t move. Please call an ambulance. My battery is running out.”

The girls didn’t stop dancing. Lots of their friends saw Kamal’s message too, but Tara told everyone it was just a joke. They all ignored it.

The next morning, Amy’s mum and dad were listening to the radio. “Is Amy up yet?” Dad asked. “No, she’s tired,” said mum, turning the volume up on the radio.

“This morning, police are investigating the death of a sixteen-year-old boy. He died last night in a disused house on Moortown Road...”

Dad put down his newspaper. “But that’s where Amy went with her friends.”

“...They found the body early this morning. His name was Kamal Naseer...”

Brendan Dunne

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Are friends more important than your boyfriend or girlfriend? Tell us what you think.

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juliii 11 January, 2017 - 14:50

Hi guys,
This story was really good and exciting with an sudden end. I thought the text message was a joke, thats exactly the reason why I think this kind of text is really interesting. The question is really awesome and difficult.. Friends are really important because everybody need social contacts. A boy/girlfriend is someone who you love. I think that both friends and boy/girlfriend should be a part from our live. I hope both will be a part of the futur.

Thanks for reading my comment. :)
juliii

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Darksouls 22 May, 2016 - 01:32

The story went from intresteting to terrifying but it was really nice to read
About the question i think family is more important than friends cause friends come and go and family will always be there for you

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NomanEddy 14 March, 2016 - 20:49

i would like to make best friend because best friend 100% good than boyfriend or girlfriend
so i have just made one friend out of 100 cause that is the only one who can help me anytime everywhere he never leaves me alone (:-

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iva10 10 July, 2015 - 17:20

My friends and family are the most important things to me.Love comes and goes but friends are always there for you.

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LoveEnglish7 28 November, 2014 - 20:52

I have never had a boyfriend but i agree with some of you which thinks that friends are more important.But i thnik that boyfriend or girlfriend can be your best friend too.

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Pashaa 23 June, 2014 - 11:18

owww İt is a very interesting and meaning story.I think friend are very important than girl or boy friend because friends are like brothers ::::::::::::)

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justcricketforme 18 February, 2014 - 11:20

The story is a very nice one! =) Well I have friends from both groups, boy and girl. Both are important to me. Well I don't have a boyfriend, I have boy friends. The boy and friend have a space in between. I like my BFFs more (who are girls) because I can share every thing with them. Well the boy ones are also important since I play cicket with them! Still, friends are better!

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cklj 13 February, 2014 - 21:09

I've never had a boyfriend before, but when I will I will treat my friends and my boyfriend equally. At least I will be trying to. I'm sure that I won't forget my friends and the moments we had shared. Friends are part of our past and it depends of us will they be part of our future. Boyfriend is someone who you love and you hope to spend the future together.
Btw I like this story so much. It's little bit creepy and shocking, but beautiful and easy to understand too.

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hongphuc_916 3 June, 2013 - 05:02

It's too hard to think! You know, friend is some one hug us when we fell down and girl friend is someone pulls us stand back, gives us motivations. Love make wonderful things :x

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Natalija 24 April, 2013 - 15:01

I've never had a boyfriend, so I don't know what's like to be in such situation, but I think we should treasure both friends and boyfriend. I find that we need the both of them, and I wish to never be in such a situation to have to choose between them, because it's so hard, at least I think so. We all need love and affection, and boyfriend/girlfriends is the person who can give it to us, but on the other hand, friends are our resort when we have a problem, we share anything with them, so life without any of them would be so empty and impossible.

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