Chapter 2

    January 1st, 2010: A fresh start at life…again. I really wanted a fresh new start though, so I decided to sleep early to wake up to a brand new sunny day. Unfortunately, I got a lot of calls at night from drunk friends and sober friends. Around 2am, the calls were driving me insane. Shayda called three times, Chago called me about seven times, and Zachary called me every 30 minutes calling me a fat ass bitch. So I finally made a smart move and turned my phone off or at least, I thought I did.
    My phone rang once again with a strange number. 00978410. That number distracted from checking the time.

        “Hello?” I whispered, trying not to wake up my parents.
        “Whitneyyyy, get online!” it was a guy.
        “Chago? Is that you?” I asked.
        “What did you just say? Cha-wuh? It’s Olly, ya cunt! Now get online!” he demanded.

    Talk about receiving strange phone calls in the middle of the night. It wasn’t too long until I was on Skype waiting for Chago to call me and tell me why he called himself Olly. Maybe he’s drunk, I thought to myself. Then I remembered to check the time. 0097:8410 AM. That’s when I knew I was dreaming. Either that or someone drugged me. I went along with the “I’m dreaming” part.

        “What do you want? I don’t think I can talk this late,” I told him.
         “It’s only 12, Maroby,” he said.
        “What did you call me?!” I was confused.
        “Maroby…your name…?” he tried to laugh it off.
        “I’m Whitney. You’re Chago.”
        “Why do you get a normal name and I get a weird name? …OH! I see! It’s opposite day! How about I’ll name you William and I’ll be Lakwanzaa.”
       
    Then I remembered, this is all a dream. I could say whatever I wanted to say, and it’d come out exactly how I want to see it.

        “Olly, is your dailybooth ShutUpOlly or just Olly?” I asked.
        “Olly,” he replied, “Why?”
        “Just checkin’ you out, babe,” I said.
        “Whoa, calm your hormones.”

    This was probably my weirdest experience ever. Olly wasn’t half Peruvian or Hispanic at all. Olly was white. I freaked out a little and started lurking through everyone’s dailybooth. No one had the same name or looked the same. It was really hard to tell who was who. It was even scarier trying to figure who to talk to on Skype. Then I got another call on Skype from a guy named Miles.

        “Cha…Olly, some guy named Miles is calling me. Should I…” I was interrupted.
        “Oh, answer it. I’ll just wait,” Olly said.

        I picked it up and answered very nervously, “Hello..?”
        “SUP TURBO,” it was Adam.
        “ADAM! Is everyone playing a trick on me?”
        “Did you just call me Adam? That’s not my name, bro,” he replied in a somewhat serious tone.
        “Ugh, listen Adam, this isn’t funny. If you and everyone else isn’t going to stop this silly little game, I’m going to bed,” I threatened him.
        “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he sounded serious.
        “Oh yeah? Well, you’re not me,” I hung up and closed my laptop and went to bed.

    Ten seconds after I closed my eyes, I saw sunlight coming from my window. Turning to face my Tokyo Police Club wall, I grabbed my phone to check the time. Clicking a random button didn’t turn it on though so I turned it on the old fashion way; the power button. 8:00AM it said. That time is pretty really for me, but when I wake up it’s really difficult to fall back asleep.