I turned on my phone and see 50 alerts for Instagram. Probably likes for my newest selfie. I tap the icon and it opens. Weird. On that picture I only have 9 likes. The rest are comments. I look at my photo, it had taken 6 trys to get a good selfie and it looked good, to me. I go into the comments "ugly" "ewwww" "delete this no one likes you" pops up. I keep scrolling and they get worse. All but a few from my best frinds "Hoooooottttt" "Cute😻" from Rose and Summer. I can't believe this, I don't even know some of these people! I stare at my phone a little longer then drop it. That really hurt I think as I walk down the stairs to dinner.
"Hey honey!" my mom says.
I quickly plaster a fake smile on my face.
"Hi mom"
I'm not sure how but she always can tell when somethings wrong. She looks at me with concern but I just turn away. I eat my dinner in silence while my little brother, Carter blabs on and on about a superhero.I try to engage in the conversation but my mind keeps wandering. I didn't know people can be this cruel especially if they don't even know me. I'm aware I am NOT the prettiest person ever but this stuff hurts.
I go back to my room after cleaning off the table and check my Instagram again. 5 new comments.
Should I really open it? I think to myself. Maybe they are good comments. Maybe people said sorry for being so mean before. I tap the icon again. More hate. I delete the picture and throw my phone across the room.
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