Tumblr Girl

Chapter 3

*Ding*

I glance up from my trig homework, and take a peek at my phone.

But I can't procrastinate, I have to finish this, then cram for a test tomorrow in AP English.

I pick my pencil back up {I don't even remember setting it down!} and write as if my life {social one} depends on it.

2 1/2 hours later my brain is so stuffed with knowledge that any more go in, and my head will explode.

So I slip on my bunny slippers and sneak downstairs as quietly as I can.

Yeah, most kids my age sneak out of the house to party, I sneak downstairs to have late night snacks. I mean, who doesn't love vanilla icecream with crushed up oreos?!

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Once I have my bowl of deliciousness, I bring it upstairs {Making sure to be quiet like a ninja, of course!}

I check on Mark, he's passed out. And I honestly don't understand how his head is in that position when he goes to sleep with it on his pillow. Hmm. Blackmail material?!

I take five more steps to my bedroom and close the door, turning the handle before it shuts to ensure it won't be too loud. Sighing, I flop rather ungraciously onto my queen bed, and pull out my MacBook.

I scoop a big spoonful of icecream into my mouth just as I see the text from earlier. I know, I would rather get food that check my phone. At least I have my priorities straight.

Liz messaged me:

• Check ur page! Asap!

Oh no. This can't be good. Even though Lizzie is overdramatic, she means business when she says "Asap!" I go to a new tab, and my fingers fly across the keyboard as I sign in.

There, blown up, is a photo shopped picture of me doing something that is so profanic that it should not be described {EVER}. And ding-ding-ding, Vanessa re-blogged it, saying "Well, we all knew she had it in her. HAHAHA" That bit- female dog.

My spoon dropped from my hand, clinking against the glass bowl. My throat is tightening, my fingers won't listen to me. Not again..

Ever since I was little, people have always picked on me. I'm not sure if it's the way I act, how I dress, or just because everybody is so mean. I would come home from school and not talk to anyone, not be able to eat, and just cry in my room. I have had panic attacks since I was little, and I hate feeling helpless, like I can't do anything about it. My parents had me in therapy multiple times a week, but since my attacks have been less frequent, I only have them once every few weeks. And yeeeeahhh....

I shut my laptop, and set it down on the ground next to my now abandoned bowl of icecream. Curling into a ball, and snuggling my favorite stuffed animal, {Maggie, she's a black and white elephant with red toenails} I cry myself to sleep.

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"HALEY!"

What just hit my face?

"WAKE UP NOOOW!"

My eyes flutter open, then close immediately because the light is too fricking bright.

"Markie?" I mumble.

"No dip, Sherlock" even though my eyes are closed, I'm 1000% sure he rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" I sit up against my pillows and rub my eyes, "Thats my line!"

"Sucks to suck," and with that, he starts to leave.

"Poopstain," I say, barely audible.

But he is right, I need to get ready. I hop out of bed when I stumble on something; my bowl of now melted icecream. I start thinking about how sad it is that the oreos never got eaten when it hit me.

My face blushes with embarrassment and I sit back down on my bed, putting my face in my hands.

You know what Haley? You are going to pick out one of your brand new outfits, {I have plenty, shopping is a lifestyle} do your makeup extra pretty, eat an amazingly mouth watering breakfast, and show up to school confident and amazing. Show Vanessa that she doesn't get to you anymore.

Feeling very good after my little pep-talk, I pick out a black leather-ish jacket, a semi-fluffy pale blue skirt, and killer heels. After checking many times in the mirror, and making myself not change into something more casual, I started on makeup. After making sure my blue eyes popped with the perfect amount of glitter, and my outfit was killer, I grabbed my things and headed downstairs.

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Breakfast was amazing; chocolate chip pancakes and "dog food" {corn beef hash}. And the drive to school left me the perfect amount of time to build up my confident facade.

The minute I stepped my very shiny shoe onto the pavement, I was greeted with a :

"Well, don't you just look stunning" Blushing, I glance up to see chocolate eyes and a very attractive dimple.

And just like that, the walls to my facade go crumbling to the ground. Because in all my pep-talks, I forgot that Matt would definitely have seen that profanic picture.

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A/N: Wow! I haven't updated in a while because I thought no one would read this story. But 85 people{ to me} is a lot! And it means so much! :]