Alexia POV
I stormed back home, determined to get this over with. First, I needed to locate the one thing I barely used: my phone. Yes, my phone. Go ahead, judge me. I know what you're thinking: Who in this day and age doesn't use their phone regularly? Well, that would be me.
Why, you ask? Simple. What's the primary purpose of a phone? Communication. And there's the issue—I have no one to communicate with.
Friends? None. Nope, not one. Before you start feeling sorry for me, I actually prefer it this way. Most people think I'm demented anyway, and I'm perfectly fine with that. I don't poke into their business, and they don't poke into mine. Works like a charm.
Social media? Forget it. Why would I waste my time scrolling through pictures of people flaunting their so-called perfect lives? It's a one-way ticket to Depressionville, and I already have a lifetime pass. Paying for internet just to make myself miserable? No, thank you.
As for actual calls? The only ones I get are from:
