The next morning, it was Sunday. After a calm and quiet breakfast, Layla and her younger brother, Emre, got ready to head out. The plan for the day was simple, though important: they were going to buy Layla a new phone.
Emre, eager to get out of the house, moved quickly, his steps impatient as he threw on his jacket. Layla, though, was quieter, her thoughts lingering on the past week. Her old phone had been lost during the tragic incident at the beach the week before, the day she had been in that accident. The thought still bothered her, but now that it was all behind her, it was time to move on.
Emre and Layla went through the busy streets, the city alive with Sunday morning energy. They arrived at a local electronics store, where Layla walked inside with a determined step.
The shop was filled with various phones, each with its own unique features. Layla didn't need the most expensive one, nor did she want the cheapest; she simply wanted something reliable. Emre followed her, constantly looking over the phones with a slightly distracted air, as if there were other things on his mind.
After browsing for a while, Layla settled on a phone that seemed just right—middle-range in price, nothing too extravagant, but something that would work for her. She headed to the counter with Emre trailing behind.
The shop assistant, a young man with a friendly face, helped her complete the purchase, and she quickly used her ID to re-register her old phone number. The process was simple enough. The phone was set up within minutes, and Layla felt a small sense of relief. Having a phone again felt like a step forward in her recovery from everything that had happened.
Once they were done, Emre suggested they leave. "You finally got it. Now what?" he asked.
Layla glanced at her phone and shrugged. "I think I should call Asma."
Emre didn't say much, but his expression softened. He knew how important Asma was to his sister. Layla, though she often appeared tough and independent, had always leaned on her best friend when times got hard.
Layla dialed the number with her thumb and waited as the phone rang. The call connected, and it didn't take long for Asma to pick up.
"Hello?"
Layla's lips curled into a faint smile as she spoke. "Hey."
"Layla, you finally remember that you have a friend called Asma?" Asma's voice came through with a teasing tone, though Layla could tell it was mixed with concern. "Where the hell have you been? You completely disappeared."
Layla rolled her eyes. "Stop being dramatic. You don't even care about me at all. The first thing you say after hearing my voice is your drama. You don't even ask what happened to me??"
There was a brief pause, and Layla could almost hear Asma's eyes narrowing. "What happened to you, girl? I was really worried about you," Asma asked, her tone now softer, more serious.
Layla laughed lightly, a little nervous. "I died, then I was reborn."
Asma wasn't having it. "Hey, I'm serious right now. Tell me what happened. I'm already angry at you. Stop messing with me, bitch."
Layla couldn't help but laugh again, the sound more genuine now. "Hahaha! Ok, jokes aside, I met with an accident. I was at the beach with Emre last Sunday, and I drowned. I was unconscious at the hospital for five whole days."
Asma was silent for a moment. Layla could tell she was processing the news. "How is it possible that you drowned?" Asma asked, clearly shocked. "I never saw anyone who could swim as well as you! How can you drown? I've seen you do things in the water that others couldn't dream of."
Layla sighed lightly, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice carried a touch of humor. "What's so impossible about that? Even the person who invented electricity was shocked to death," Layla replied dramatically.
There was another pause, but this time it was because Asma was trying to understand the full weight of what Layla was saying. "So, you really drowned?" Asma finally asked, the worry clear in her voice.
"Yeah," Layla answered simply. She didn't want to dwell on it, not anymore. "But I'm fine now. Don't worry."
Asma exhaled deeply, her voice relaxing but still tinged with concern. "So, are you alright now? No lasting damage, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, don't worry," Layla reassured her. "I'm completely fine. Sorry for worrying you. And hey, I just bought a new phone. So, I guess that's a good sign, right?"
Asma's voice softened further, a quiet relief in her tone. "I'm just glad you're okay. I couldn't handle the thought of something happening to you."
"Thanks," Layla said, grateful for her friend's concern. "But let's talk about something else."
The conversation shifted as Layla and Asma moved to a different topic—the drama that had been unfolding at school.
Asma let out an exasperated sigh. "That bitch, Sarah, has been bullying me for the whole week. She keeps asking me where you are. Can you believe it? She even said that you changed schools because you were afraid of her."
Layla clenched her fists, her anger rising at the thought of Sarah causing trouble. "Don't worry. Tomorrow, when I come to school, I'll teach her a very good lesson."
Asma seemed to hesitate. "Yeah, let's teach that bitch a lesson, but... you're still not fully recovered, right? You just came out of the hospital."
Layla stood up, a fire in her chest. "Don't worry about me. I'm more than healthy enough to kill that bitch."
Asma didn't seem fully convinced, but she didn't press it further. "Alright, see you tomorrow then," she said, her voice lighter.
"See you tomorrow," Layla replied, her tone firm. "Take care, Asma."
After hanging up, Layla felt a mix of emotions. She was relieved to be reconnecting with Asma and glad to be moving forward from the accident. But now she had other things on her mind—her plans for the future.
Later that evening, after returning home with Emre, Layla took a moment to herself. She went into her room, sat down on the bed, and pulled out her phone once again. She checked her savings, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the numbers on the screen.
She had almost 37,900 TRY in her account. That wasn't too bad. But it wasn't enough.
She muttered to herself, a quiet resolve settling in her chest. "I need to use my intelligence to make more money now. No time to waste."
But what Layla didn't know was she wasn't just smart and intelligent now, she was something more, she just didn't realize her potential yet
If she wants to make money, she has more than thousands ways to do it..