I woke up Saturday morning in a panic, mostly because I thought it was a weekday and that I had a whole day of school ahead of me. But the other half of the worry was worry for Stella. I had messaged her many times on Facebook before I went to bed, asking if she was okay, asking what was happening. But I never heard anything back.
The minute I could form a conscious thought, I grabbed my iPod off the floor and logged into my Facebook.
Since I only have 87 friends, my newsfeed is barely ever filled. The few Facebook friends I have are just accounts from people I barely know at school, and most of those accounts are managed by the kid's parents. Theres hardly anything worth reading that anyone posts.
Stella is almost always on Facebook, but she barely ever posts anything. I'm kind of the same way, except I'm hardly ever on Facebook at all nowadays, only to talk to Stella.
Which is what I was trying to do now.
How ironic.
I scrolled through her timeline, only seeing posts she is tagged in, not anything she has posted. Probably because she doesn't care enough about Facebook to post.
The last time she posted anything was 3 months prior, when she changed her profile picture to show off an amazing older picture she had found of her rainbow hair.
Deciding to wait until she was online again to message her, I logged out of Facebook and went upstairs to make myself breakfast.
SInce it was a Saturday, everyone was out the house, meaning I was left home alone. I poured some Lucky Charms into a bowel and sat down on the couch to watch some TV.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
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Fat Chance
Genç KurguQuinn is a 15 year old teenage girl who's mostly like every other kid her age.....except she's not. She has an array of learning, psychological and physical disorders, one of which includes her being at least 300 lbs heavier than all of her classmat...
