Social media secrets.

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                                CHAPTER ONE.

I hate a lot of things. And I mean a lot, but one thing I hate more than anything? Social media. This might come as a shock for a lot of people coming from that I'm a 15-year-old who's generation is practically nothing more than a whirlwind of social media. I have no exact reason to hate it, I just do, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I have social media, who doesn't these days? But to see me even open it is a rare sight I don't think anyone would witness.

As I'm sat on my bed in a daydream I never want to escape, my best friend comes charging through my bedroom door, I wouldn't of even noticed her if it wasn't for the fact she almost broke my door off the hinges. "Pearl get the fuck up now I need to tell you something." She shouts almost deafing me and probably the whole of my neighbourhood.

"Alyssa, this is the third time you've nearly broke my door this year don't do that shit again or I'll give you something to scream about, what do you want?" She could tell I was irritable and I had a good reason too be, but she continues anyway.

"Right so you know how that super fit boy replied to my dm on Instagram, yeah well he's coming here in about 10 minutes so can you come with me please?"  My mouth dropped open wide. Why you may ask? Don't get me wrong, I love Alyssa she's like a sister to me but when she invites boys to my house and then makes me go out with them as a third wheel? I'm sure you understand my anger and the inner feeling of wanting to punch her.

"Am I fuck going with you Alyssa, your 15 I think your capable of talking to a boy without me being there"

Alyssa visibly annoyed slams my door right in my face, almost breaking it (again.) I don't know what her problem is sometimes she doesn't always need me to be her third wheel for a boy she's never even met before. I get it were teenagers doing all sorts of things, getting drunk on fields, parties and everything like that, but when she's meeting a new boy every week and then crying too me because it didn't work out? It gets kind of repetitive after a while. I just wish this summer would actually be good, instead of Alyssa meeting boys and everyone glued to social media, just everyone out having fun. What a dream it would be.

As I turned to get up from my bed full of nothing but disaster, my mum walked in my room. This came as a shock as my mum wants nothing to do with me. We don't get along at all, I'm fine with it though, I guess you could say I've gotten used to it. "I'm going out for a few days, do whatever I don't care just don't die yeah?" She said without even turning to look at me. I didn't respond, i just shrugged and before you knew it she was gone.

Turning around from my door, Alyssas voice surrounded my ears once more. "How the fuck did you get back in here" I was evidently shocked as anyone would be to seeing their friend infront of their face not knowing how they gained entry.

"Can you please come meet him with me pearl, it wont be as bad as you think I promise". She said with some sort of sympathy behind her voice I didn't even hesitate to slam the door in her face, almost breaking the door myself. She slammed my front door, and as i fell back on my bed, i received a text from her it read : Why cant you be happy for me for once Pearl? You need to get a grip and get out of this social media hate.: I didn't even respond, I grabbed my remote from the left side of bed and turned the tv on to see the news before me.

As i hear the news starting to fade in the background, it becomes difficult for me to keep my eyes open, i slowly drift off back into my world of imagination.

Opening my eyes is something i wish didnt happen. As i remember the events of yesterday i feel like smashing my head into a brick wall, questioning myself over and over again. Why couldnt i actually be a good friend and just go with her? What if something happens too her? Is it too late?.