Finding Me Through You

QandA, Return of Pottie, and Dj's Murder

I was tapping away using my pencil with the beat of the rain drops on my window.

I am currently trying to write a story for my creative writing class but I also have to study for my Physics exam tomorrow.

Like any teen struggling with their studies, I turned to my laptop.

I opened my computer and logged onto my social media accounts.

Twitter was well active because everyone was tweeting about the fight that broke out today at school, it's irrelevant to me. But some of my followers trended a hashtag for me saying #KathDoQandA. They're cute so why not. I tweeted, informing them that I'm up for questions.

While waiting for Twitter, I checked Instagram. I liked pictures here and there, I'm so overwhelmed with all the reposts of pictures of DJ and me. Like most of them spend their time and effort.

At school the other day, I was walking and this really peppy girl came up to me and gave me a pillow with pictures of DJ and me. Of course I was touched but also a little creeped out given that I didn't know the girl let alone knowing she's giving me a pillow with pictures of my me and my boyfriend. That's not really common in reality. I'm blessed though.

I had no idea that this relationship I have with DJ can make so many people happy. I'm overjoyed that we're not only making ourselves happy, but we're affecting people around us to feel the same happiness we're feeling.

Facebook was dead but I had 50+ notifications and 70+ messages. I like to read what people have to say to me so I started reading some messages.

Although I was in a popular and somewhat locally famous band, I never imagined having this kind of life; this kind of attention.

If I had never met DJ then I guess I would've never known this kind of life.

Most of the messages were about me and DJ and some were about the band.

They were mostly appraisals and most were asking for shout outs. Some asked questions and some wrote long paragraphs about how I inspire them.

God, people are great sometimes.

I also read and came upon HATE messages.

God, people are terrible.

Messages ranges from "why are you even in a band, you suck." To "I hope you and DJ break up, you don't deserve him."

Ouch.

It's cool though, I know what I'm worth.

A message caught my attention however.

"You're nothing like Dindin, you should just leave DJ because no one can make him happier than she can."

That one affected me the most. It felt like someone stabbed me on the chest.

Who is the famous Dindin?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my ringtone.

I flashed my phone and it was potpot. The anonymous guy who I randomly texted because I thought it was Julia's phone number.

How does that peculiar event of getting someone else's number instead of my best friend's even happen to me?

Ohhhhh I remember! I needed to apologize to her but my phone couldn't recognize Julia's name because I kept typing her real name in instead of the correct name registered in my phone which was "Bes". What I did was I typed her number instead but some numbers were misplaced and new numbers were punched in.