I logged on to the site everyone seemed to be talking about. Opinion.com. All you do is post a picture and ask a question like 'How do you like my outfit?' or 'Am I pretty?'. I think it's kinda stupid but... maybe it would be cool to get everyone else's opinion on me. I have medium long dirty-blonde hair and green eyes, I am not exactly a girly girl but I'm not a tomboy either... I'm 5'5 and I'm in grade 10. Maybe I'll post just one picture. I log in with Facebook so I don't have to go through the long process of putting in all of my information.
There are options to Get Opinions and Give Opinions. I click to Get Opinions and post a picture of myself. No one gives me any opinions. This is stupid. Why do I care what people on the internet think of me? I log off and go get ready for school.
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School was the same as always. Living life to the fullest in my friends shadow. We had a school presentation on internet safety today... because ya know thats more important than actually learning how the world works. Like how am I going to know how taxes and bills work when they waste my time teaching me how to use privacy settings. I log back onto my laptop and check my Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter and then decide to check Opinion.com. Three new opinions.
'Ew... TIP: stop trying so hard.. ugly cannot be fixed' -MaryJane
'Try makeup.' -AnonH8
'You're Beautiful' -EliasD
"Elias D..." I don't recognize the name.
*REPLY*
'Thank you :)' -HayleyB
"HAYLEY! DINNER!" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen. I walk downstairs and eat dinner with my family. My mom, my older brother and younger sister. My brothers name is Jacob, he's 18, and my sisters name is Alice, she's 8. "Hayley. I need you to watch your sister tomorrow at 4"
"Why can't Jacob?" I asked hoping to get out of watching the demon. "I have plans."
"Since when do you have a social life?" Jacob laughed. I hit his arm and went back to my dinner. "I have a game anyways."
"Don't you always?" I ask. Jacob is always playing hockey, My mom is always at work and I am always stuck with Alice. After dinner I run back upstairs to see that I have 6 new messages.
'Dtf?' -Anon
'Hey! No problem...' -EliasD
'So your name is Hayley?' -EliasD
'I liek ur hair' -FaNgIrL
'How old r u?' -EliasD
'Sorry if im annoying you...:/' -EliasD
*REPLY*
'Hey sorry i had 2 go.. im 16' -HayleyB
'Thts cool B)' -EliasD
'So...' -HayleyB
'You're Georgeous.' -EliasD
'Thank You! :* <3 Can i get a pic of you?' -HayleyB
'*NEW PICTURE MESSAGE*' -EliasD
He is attractive... Messy dark brown hair, Bright blue eyes and he has a cute smile. This must be fake. I close my laptop and pick up my guitar.
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Connected
Teen Fiction16 year old Hayley never thought she could fall in love with someone she has never met. Her opinion on meeting people on the internet changes just because of one simple comment.
