I ran down the bus stairs, and I quietly thanked the driver. I walked for a few minutes and finally reached my mom's house. I slowly approached the small, tan, three bedroom house and searched for my keys in my bag while kneeling in the front lawn. Suddenly the dog next door started to angrily bark and growl at me. I could see it was trying to pull itself away from the stake that stationed it in its front lawn. I quickly fished through my bag, yanked out my keys and rushed to the front door. I unlocked the door and rushed inside with the irrational fear of the beast unleashing itself from its shackles and ripping me to shreds. I locked the door behind me and gradually made my way to the pantry to grab my favorite chocolate dipped pretzels and a box of Spider-Man bandages. "Who knows maybe these bandages can repair my self esteem? And hopefully my cut up legs..." I whispered to myself.
I took my backpack and essentials and lugged it up the flight of stairs to my humble abode: my room. As I turned the corner to the upstairs hallway, I could see the handmade "WELCOME" sign plastered on my broken door beckoning me to come inside. While I tried to finagle my door into cooperating with me while also juggling my other belongings, which proved to be quite the challenge. I gave the door a big hefty push, and it gave way and flew open. Once again I found myself face first on the ground with my belongings scattered around my colorful, yet messy sanctuary. "Maybe I am the trash beneath Missy's feet for a reason. Destiny obviously wants me to stay on the floor!" I exclaimed with anger stinging through my voice. I huffed and puffed as I once again struggled to get back on my feet. I threw my belongings on top of my zebra bean bag chair and tossed myself on my bed like a rag doll. I laid down on my bed in silence pondering all of my life choices and mentally examined the day I just experienced. I soon fell into a deeper rabbit hole of thought.
"Why does the universe exist?"
"Are aliens real?"
"I'm so insignificant to this planet.."
"Who invented these chocolate dipped pretzels I'm snacking on?"
"I'm not ready for college." I thought to myself as I stuffed my face with as many delicious pretzels as I could.
"Jeez, I'm turning into Dan Howell!" I whispered to myself as I stared at my bland and boring white ceiling. I got up from my rag doll like state and sat up and slouched over examining my room. With little tiny bits of pretzel crumbs tumbling out of my mouth and chocolate residue sticking to my face as well I stared into space wondering how to procrastinate from doing my Algebra assignment.
"Good ole' YouTube should do the trick!" I said with the only smile I mustered the entire day. I grabbed my laptop and initiated my browsing position. I laid down on my bed with my comforter wrapped around me like a burrito, head elevated with my favorite zebra printed pillow and my laptop sitting on my chest. The laptop was so warm it could have warmed my sad heart. I hit auto replay on my settings and picked my favorite YouTuber from my subscription box; I definitely had a large selection to choose from. The smile plastered on my face at that moment grew three times bigger when I realized that there was a video notification right next to my favorite YouTuber, Tyler Oakley. I took a breath of relief and soon realized that all the pain, hardship and obstacles I was put through that day would soon melt away.
*CLICK*
Goodbye pain and hardship, and hello happiness!
"Why hello everyone! My name is Tyler Oakley, and it is time for another Q and Slay!" Tyler exclaimed from my Mac Book Pro. Tyler's bubbly and flamboyant attitude made me smile with joy. I watched as Tyler went through the video answering his die hard fans questions one by one.
"Crystal asks, How many times do you blink a day?" Tyler said curiously.
"I don't know, a lot?!" Tyler exclaimed with his famous chuckle, seeing Tyler happy improved my mood ten fold.
As I sat there in my warm fabric burrito watching tons of weird and interesting videos my eyes became heavy, and eventually I drifted off into a deep, happy and satisfying slumber.
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Non-FictionFinley Marie Porter might seem like an average internet teen, but on the inside she battles constantly with her self. From dealing with an on-going voice in her head that cheers and tears her self down to nail biting panic attacks that she endures o...
