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Just another comment. I thought happily, remembering all of the kind comments that continuously flooded into the comment section on my Instagram posts. I sat up and winced at the sudden movement. I turned on my fairy lights that were draped around my bed. And then I reached out to grab my phone that had been strategically placed on my bedside table in case of emergencies. I grimaced at the light that glared at me from my phone and then checked the time when my eyes adjusted fully.
2:32am
SMACK.
Oww, I murmured when my phone fell out of my hands and onto my face. Rubbing my face in agony and checking for any signs of serious injuries, I grabbed my phone again. Panic entered my mind as I realised my phone could be damaged.
It was fine. Thank the LORDS.
I'm going to be honest – I was more worried about my phone than my face. What has life come to?
Wide awake, I decided to check my notifications on my Instagram account. An icon simultaneously popped up when I opened the app, signifying that hundreds of people had liked my post and 36 users had started following me. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I quickly glanced at the number of followers I had: 12,067. Woah. I only had started this account a month ago and my only intentions were to have some fun. And it was slowly starting to take over my life. I found myself scroll and scroll though thousands of pictures until my eyes started twitching. It was starting to become a ritual: return from school, eat, and then check my Instagram. I replied to some of the comments that had been posted on a drawing I had done of my favourite band, and then muted my phone and crawled back into my warm, cosy bed.
Switching off my fairy lights, I stared at the darkness around me at an attempt of sleep. I pulled my white duvet closer to my body and drifted off to slumber with the thought of the exciting day I had planned tomorrow dancing in my brain.
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I wake up to the smell of toast and some other delicious breakfast food, causing an instant wave of happiness to flood my body. Mmmmm Saturday morning breakfast. With a bang, my door burst open and my dog, Cindy, bounded into my room and jumped up onto my bed. She is a small dog, a pug, but when she propels herself onto me at full speed - she can cause serious damage. In this case, a scratched nose.
"Thanks Cindy," I scolded, attempting to glare at her but instantly feeling guilty due to her adorableness.
I've had Cindy for almost 3 months and her puppy like attitude was slowly disappearing, gladly.
I pulled myself out of bed, and followed the smell of food.
"Hey Bella," my dad greeted me with a warm smile etched onto his mouth.
"Hey dad," I replied and then sat down next to him where my breakfast and cup of tea was placed. An instant smile worked its way onto my mouth when I took my first sip of tea. I thanked my mum for the breakfast she had made me and then pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened my friend, Alexa's snapchat she had sent me. A picture of her with a weird smile popped up on my screen with the caption ' IT'S TODAY OMG', laughing slightly. I sent her one back, revealing my many chins. I looked up to see my family staring at me with a strange look, my cheeks instantly becoming redder. I smiled sheepishly and continued with my breakfast.
"I'll never get used to your weird little face," my mum laughed, shaking her head slightly.
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Once I had finished my breakfast, I bounded up to my room, sudden bursts of excitement exploding inside my body. I was ready for the day I had been longing for the whole of the year. I saw the glow of the tickets that were laid out on my desk and my excitement peaked. Before me were my Twenty One Pilot tickets. Without a minute of thought, I grabbed them and bounced up and down on the spot and squealed. Well it's not often when I do squeal, so when I do it shocks my whole family, instantly hearing an eruption of laughter from downstairs from my mother and father. My fangirling causes my big brother to barge into my room, watching his face turn from concern to laughter.
"Jeez Bella, I thought you actually had a reason to squeal!" My brother Tom joked.
"I DO, LOOOOOKKKKKL!!!" I threw my tickets into the air. With a happy sigh Tom exited the room.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly posted a photo of my tickets onto my Instagram account, instantly earning likes and comments that said things like 'I'm so jealous'.
After minutes of fangirling, I turned to my wardrobe that was situated in the corner of my room and started planning my outfit for the day.
I decided to wear my black ripped skinny jeans and my tøp shirt. I quickly put on my retro denim jacket I had purchased from urban outfitters, and then stepped into my black doc martins. My hair was, as usual, it's naturally, long, curly self, so I decided to just leave it un-styled due to the torturous pain of styling it and instead placed a dark red beanie on my head that matched the lipstick I was going to put on. Finishing of my look with some makeup, I packed my bag and then walked downstairs in order to say goodbye to my family. Beginning the crazy day I had laid out in front of me.
