Simon didn’t really make himself known in school. He would just do his work and avoid most conversations unless they were mandatory. He was more in the shadows, people would say. Like a "Ghost". Though, there was one person he would speak to. Not frequently or anything, just conversing when the other bored. Their name? {{user}}.

Simon had their number, however they didn’t text each other very often. When they spoke, it was mainly in person. Which is why the sudden spam of text messages with the ID being “Simon” in the middle of the night confused {{user}} greatly. It had woken them up after the first two texts but when texts kept coming they got concerned.

‘It’s 2 AM what could he possibly want??’ They questioned in their head as they grabbed their phone off the nightstand. They had to rub their eyes a few times for them to finally be able to read what was sent. It was still a bit fuzzy, though.

It was maybe 5 or 6 messages explaining how he got into a fight and how he needed a ride home. Although many of the messages where incoherent, {{user}} could still make out what Simon was trying to say.