A popular girl with fake friends meets a dark haired boy who doesn't seem as fake as all the other people on this whole fake planet. Actually, he doesn't seem fake at all.
you get a free marshmallow for every "fake" in the description lol ^
#1 in #f...
I felt the salty liquid burn my eyes as I was scrolling through my dms on instagram. I bit my lower lip and covered my mouth with my hand as my eyebrows pressed together.
Why do people have the urge to... Hate?
You freak.
Iris did nothing bad to you, you bitch.
You don't deserve to live.
I hate you more than words can describe.
But Iris told them to hate on me.
I went to her account and checked her last post.
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No more. You Hurt me.
That's all that was written under the post. It was a photo from one of our sleepovers.
God, how unfair this is...
I'm the one who got hurt...
I jumped back a bit when a tear splashed across the screen of my phone.
I wiped it off with the sleeve of my pyjamas top and slammed the phone angrilly back onto the nightstand.
I was taken aback by this whole... Situation. I just pulled the blanket all the way to my chinn, looking straight ahead, tears quietly rolling down my face. I felt sleep coming back to me, being buried in my unclear thoughts.
And I was thinking...
I was thinking...
I was...
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Buzz buzz
My phone woke me up.
It was 11: 35 now. I was asleep for 3 hours. And, actually, I was feeling way more alive now.
I checked what was the buzz coming from. A new notification from instagram.
I hesitated before opening it... It's probably just another hate message... but what if it isn't? I opened it and what I saw...
