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26|| The Haters Gonna Hate

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Chapter 26: The Haters Gonna Hate

There will be haters, doubters, nonbelievers, cheaters, and people who'll get pleasure out of seeing you fall. Loads of them. Then there will be you, proving them wrong. You hate me? Well why don't you just go and grab a chair, and wait for me to actually care.

~Starlight24

I sighed loudly and slammed my locker door shut with a forceful shove. Miss X happened to be someone from my school, apparently. Someone who not only hated me but also hated Starlight. Brilliant, right?

My hate messages that had been shoved, crumpled and slipped into my locker had gone from bad to worse. They were petty, but they stung. It was like a bunch of mini needles being poked into the same spot on the tender part of your arm. No matter how little they were individually, together they began to make you hurt.

"Hey," Deeds said with a sympathetic smile, and I shoved the note in her face with a grunt.

Her face softened as she read the note, and I rolled my eyes. "She's so pathetic it kills me," I said with an annoyed sigh, before running a hand through my disheveled hair.

"Oh Sweetie," said Deeds, tossing the note into a nearby bin.

Everyone looked at us as we moved past, and I hung my head down low. This had been the norm for the past one week. The stares, the rumors, the whispers and the insults crashing over me. The words fraud, hypocrite, attention-whore and bitch seemed to be attracted to me like moths to a light.

I remembered what the note had said this time:

Hey ugly!
Go back to where you came from. Go back to that countryside house you lived in and die there, hopefully. I doubt anyone will even attend your funeral unless Starlight, your best friend, comes too. Oh, wait! She can't come! You don't even know her!
Stupid attention hogging, slutty bitch. You try to make everyone hate the people you hate. You try to think you're the freaking queen of this school, right? Well guess what. EVERYONE is better than you. Get that into your little head and stop holding your nose up in the air like you're better than everyone else. Honey, the truth is that you're not.

Peace out!
Miss. X

The problem with these notes were that they kind of hurt. They'd hurt anyone if they were the first and last things a person read during the school day.

I knew the haters were going to hate, but it still hurt a lot.

"I hope she goes and dies in a ditch," I muttered darkly.

"Sounds like Nat, right?" she asked, with an exaggerated eye roll.

At the mention of the Devil Herself, I cringed. She had been basking in my fall by saying all sorts of stuff on whatever social media possible, talking about how stars that burned the brightest always died in the most beautiful way. Yeah, she was talking about Starlight. I'm pretty sure she knew who it was.

Speaking of Starlight itself, I'd lost more followers than I'd ever imagined. I'd gone all the way down to 2M. Yeah, I'm not saying that's a bad thing or anything, because I know that most teenage girls don't even have more than a few thousands of followers at the most. It just hurt because I'd once had more and I'd lost them all thanks to a dumb loser named Natalie Spencer.

"It sounds exactly like Nat. No one else would have the spite or the brains to do something like that. As much as I hate to admit it, Nat was incredibly sharp although she might use her mind in... vicious ways."