I frown at the screen of my new laptop. "But....where are the privacy settings?", I ask my best friend, Tanya. She rolls her eyes. "I've told you. There aren't any!". I chew my bottom lip. "I don't really want loads of people following me." .She runs her hands through her long, blonde hair and groans. "Give me your laptop. I pass it to her, puzzled. She starts typing. "Name - Cassidy Green, Age - Sixteen, Username - hmmmm. Ooh! _xCassx_..... and submit.....there, Cassidy. Your account is done.".
I sigh as she gives me it back. "Tanyaa...". Then I stop. Actually, messages does look really cool. I customise my account so it looks like a sunset sky with clouds. Awesome. Tanya laughs when she sees how engrossed I am. "It's so cool, isn't it!?", she exclaims. "Yeah", I agree. Suddenly she laughs. "Check your notifications, Cass.". I check them and gasp. I've got over 100 followers. "Huh?!", I breathe. Tanya laughs. "Yeah, I kinda sent a group message to everyone on my contacts telling them you were on Messages.", she says. I nearly pass out. Tanya is one of the most popular girls in school. If she has sent a message to everyone in her contacts, I will literally get 700 followers. Overnight....
"Aaggh! Tanya!!!!" , I scream. She widens her eyes. "What?". I take several deep breaths and answer. " I don't WANT millions of followers. Just my friends, for God's sake!". Tanya clenches her fists. "...so you're angry with me?". I groan. "Yes, Tanya. Well done for noticing!". She growls. "You know, Cassidy, I could be spending my Saturday going shopping with someone way more...more...more interesting than you, but instead I spend it helping you be popular on social media and you are ANGRY with me!!!!??? What the actual HELL!!!!". I clench my jaw. "Fine, go shopping with someone way more interesting than me. See if I care!". She narrows her eyes. "Fine, B^TCH!" she screams and runs out, slamming the door. A face appears after her. It's my sister.
