If someone asked me to describe my life, I would say it was very boring.
Not sad. Not exciting. Just boring.
School. Home. Homework. Repeat.
I was not the topper.
I was not the troublemaker.
I was the student teachers forgot five minutes after taking attendance.
Which is why what happened that day should not have happened to me.
It was a normal school day.
Maths class.
The most dangerous class for staying awake.
I was drawing random lines in my notebook and pretending to listen.
My friend beside me was sleeping with his eyes open.
A rare talent.
"If sir asks me a question," he whispered, "wake me up."
"If sir asks you a question," I whispered back, "pray."
He smiled and went back to half-sleep.
That was when my phone vibrated.
Phones were not allowed in school,
but rules and reality never agree.
I thought it was my alarm or a game message.
I checked it slowly, hiding it behind my notebook like a criminal.
Unknown Number:
You still fold the last page of your diary instead of using a bookmark.
I stared at the screen.
My smile slowly disappeared.
I had never told anyone that.
I never showed that diary to anyone.
I looked around the classroom.
Everyone was busy.
No one was looking at me.
Another message came.
Unknown Number:
You promised yourself you would never write that name again…
yet you almost did last night.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
That was not normal.
"What happened?" my friend asked, suddenly awake.
"You look serious. Did you understand maths?"
"Don't joke about dangerous things," I said.
He laughed.
I laughed too.
But inside, my mind was running very fast.
I never posted this online.
Never told teachers.
Never told relatives.
My phone vibrated again.
Unknown Number:
Relax. I'm not here to expose your secrets.
That line scared me.
I typed, Who are you?
Then deleted it.
I typed, Why are you doing this?
Deleted again.
I did not want to start a conversation with someone who knew too much.
The bell rang.
Students jumped up like freedom was announced.
I put my phone inside my bag and stood up.
Everything looked normal again.
Friends talking. Teachers shouting. School noise.
But I knew something had changed.
Someone was watching my very boring life.
And for the first time,
my life did not feel boring anymore.