Pain demands to be felt

Sun Sunshine and Rainbows

Hi. I'm Shea. I go to Jugaurs Middle School in California. (San Fransisco). I'm 13, and my mom life is great. My mom is finally realizing that I'm not a child anymore. My dad finally realized that be should of dumped my step mom a long time ago. And my brother is off to college. It was all sunshine and rainbows, until one day, when a friend completely decides to back stab me, and the whole school turns against me. But the one thing is, only 2 people stuck me through out that painful process of lies. Kay and Ari. Ari's real name is Ariel, but we call her Ari. Kay's real name is Kayte, but we call her Kay.
One day I went to a normal soccer practice, like my normal self would. I went with Kay and my other friend Salma. It was a great practice, great day. My coach was being really nice that day so she let us leave early. Our
Phones are always kept in lockers in the locker room that are locked. We got water breaks but are waters were in the soccer arena. So there was no way we could get to our phones. So practice is over, me and Emma walk to the locker room together because we were going to hang out after practice. I take off all my soccer gizmos, and then I put them neatly into my bag (I'm OCD), and then I take out my phone, to call my mom to see where she is. I had a text on the screen from a girl named Maddie reading, "why would you do that, seriously take that out of your bio right now". I quickly answer "what are you talking about, nothing bad is in my bio. it just said a quote". I open my phone up and look at my bio on Instagram. It says I hate Laura, Cathy, and Katlyn. In bold it says "I hate Savorian" Savorian was my best friend until we got in a fight a couple weeks ago. That was not pretty. I had no idea what was going on. I quickly delete and post a black picture saying. "Someone hacked me, I swear I did not put that in my bio" the one thing I got from that was a bunch of hateful comments, not like "oh ok, hope you figure out who it was" or stuff like that... It was just stuff like "how could you do that. I thought u were better than this. I get in the car and act like nothing is wrong. When I get home me and Kay just watched Mean Girls, then she left. I told my mom what happened. And then in a matter of no time I burst into tears asking myself, who did that? why me. why did they do it to me. who targeted me?