I'm writing this partially since my friend kept pestering me to show him what my writing is like - he refuses to read any of my older works - and partially because of my upcoming English exam so this should be good practice. In any case, I painstakingly filled this short story with over sixty different references for different groups of friends, so please, if you see a reference intended for you don't mention it in the facebook comments or anything. It's intended for you, and you alone. _______________________________________________________ I sat there, pensively staring at my hands ... Shivering. Not shivering out of fear as you night expect, or out of apprehension or any of the vast multitude of negative emotions that could have been the cause - but shivering out of a much simpler reason: the cold. An onlooker would be confused - he would see a boy shivering fervently with a phone in his hands, thumbs poised to furiously start tapping on the touch screen display...