Harper sighed as she looked around at the fogged up glass of her shower, her life felt just like that.Everything was fogged,unclear and constantly changing,from mom’s promotion which made their family richer and well known,and her mother busier,to her having to move to a private school and getting bullied there,therefor making it impossible to make new(they had moved because of the promotion)friends.the only thing that kept her spirits up for a while was getting asked to model,although her happiness didn’t last long when she realized just how boring it was.She lifted her hand which was full of(soaked)old friendship bracelets, which she refused to take off, and put it to the glass,she then wrote hey in cursive,Harper looked as the letters faded away in front of her eyes,it felt like her whole life was disappearing all over again.She was about to turn away and put on body wash,when the words hello and then a smiley face appeared under her now fully gone hey.After she recovered from her shock, she wrote with a trembling hand who are you,not a moment after she had written that she watched the shaky words camila tabor, who are you? Form in front of her eyes Harper henderson she pulled her hand away from the shower wall as an extreme heat pulsed through it MAGIC SHOWER MESSAGE OVERLOAD...PLEASE SEND ONE LAST MESSAGE harper stared at the quickly fading words in disbelief, she lifted her hand to write bye, but when her hand was just about to make contact with the fogged up glass, a london phone number appeared,all of the numbers were connected and she realized that if they hadn't been,only the first number would show, she was so desperate to remember it that she wrote it on the other fogged glass sure, I’ll call you when im outta the shower she jumped back in horror as a message appeared on the other wall.Harper couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the shower, grabbed her lipstick from her sink and scribbled the number on the marble floor of her bathroom.When she was fully dressed in her pajama, Harper took out her iphone and dialled the number which she had messily written on the floor”Hello, is Camila there?”she asked the little boy who had answered the phone”camillllllllll”he shouted”yes oliver”Harper heard a girls voice shout back”a amcri wants to speak to you”he shouted back”thanks”she heard the girl say,this time she was really close and Harper could make out the strong accent”hello,sorry about that, I just came out of the shower and Oliver calls americans amcri””your totally fine-”Harper was about to ask Camila how old she was when Camila cut across her”you have a hilarious accent”she giggled”oh really i think yours is funnier”answered Harper”ha,anyway how old are you?”asked Camila”oh, i’m sixteen”answered Harper”old,i'm fourteen.Oh someones calling i’ll call you back””wait-”Harper shouted causing Camila to nearly drop the phone”yes,quickly”she urged in a fast voice,as though talking faster would speed up things”were you the girl who wrote on the shower wall?””yes”she got her curt answer from Camila before the loud noise of someone hanging up sounded.A few minutes later Harper’s phone vibrated”did you by any chance write my number on a different fogged shower wall?”asked Camila”uh,yes.How did you know?”answered the shocked Harper”maybe because seventeen year old paul who is boarding with his aunt in paris, just called me and is on the phone right now,and said that my number appeared on the glass wall of his shower”laughed Camila as Paul and Harper joined in.And that was the end to having no friends or own money, since despite their ages the three became fast friends and got permission from their parents to remove their shower doors and replace them with new ones in order to sell them to a museum for a great sum of money which they split.

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