One Message It was a normal evening, just got home from baseball. When I feel a long vibration coming from my pocket. Assuming it’s my phone, I whip it out and look at the screen. . . I turned into a ghost. My eyes turn into dark clouds, and it was about to storm. Somewhere in the house I could hear Dad yell, “Get into the shower!” Short and sweet, loud and firm. Like he was looking for me. I could hear him from all the way upstairs, the long, long stairs. After I got out of the shower, got dressed, and went down stairs. I tried to make it look like nothing happened. Like there was no storm inside me. Like I just took off my cleats, and got into the shower. Like Calvin Hiller never existed, even though I knew he did. I have a blank face