Calum opened his door immediately.
"July are you alright?" He asked.
"No," I cried.
I now had a huge slap mark on my cheek and a bruise on my forehead from slamming into the door. He took me into his room and gave me a hug.
"July, who is pretending to be you on Instagram?"
"These two bullies at school," I sobbed.
"Okay, look I have an idea,"
"Yeah?"
"I'm guessing Mom and Dad didn't believe you?"
"Yeah," I said, carefully looking down and attempting to hide my cheek. But it was too late, he saw the mark.
"Did Dad hit you?" He asked, softly.
"Um..." I blushed.
"Yeah, but it doesn't really hurt," I said, although it was stinging.
"Now that is NOT OKAY," He yelled.
"Okay look July, first we are going to report this account a numbers of times."
So we reported them on all four of Calum's accounts and both my accounts.
"Four accounts Calum?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I just kinda forget the password and make a new one. I have no idea why," He laughed.After that Calum sighed.
"July, Mom and Dad aren't going to believe it's not you so I need you to get their phones while I distract them. But first we are going to make a second account under your name."
"Third," I corrected him.
He playfully punched me.
"Okay a third account. And we'll make the username as close to the fake one as possible," He said.
I finally understood his thinking. If we could get them to believe the new account that we created was the fake one they might think I stopped posting and leave me alone.We made the new account very quickly. It was called @july__summers123 which was almost the exact same as the other account. We tried to get it the same amount of followers, which wasn't a lot and we followed the same amount of people. Then Calum raced downstairs to distract Mom and Dad. I though he was going to have a friendly conversation with them but he did the exact opposite. He confronted them about slapping me.
"Just great," I thought.I snuck downstairs. Calum had got them into the kitchen so their phones were unattended in the living room. I grabbed them both and unfollowed and blocked the stupid, fake account on both phones and followed the new one. Then I placed the phones back in their original position and ran upstairs. The plan was a success.
YOU ARE READING
Long Lasting Lyrics | UNDER EDITING
Teen FictionUNDER MAJOR EDITING "May is gone forever. She opened the front door and never came back." When sixteen year old July Summer looses her twin sister the week before their sweet sixteen, she is devastated. The whole family are in despair and the new...