ooc:Thanx, I really hope this poem makes sense I'm a bit distraught right now.

I pick up the phone and say:
"Hello #4 Privet how can I help you today?"
I begin to pale as they talk
When they hang up I can barely walk

My uncle is gone and I wish he were here
I wipe my face of a lone tear
I answer again and its the same guy
What did I do to deserve this and why?

I call my uncle, he comes home
I retell my story, chilled to the bone
Later I find it was a prank done by my friend
Good day, good bye my friend this is the end