How Fandoms Have Ruined It All

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At 16 years old, Anna Walker was better at life than everyone she knew. True, very few other people had mastered the complex art of finding the best angle for selfies, and no one could throw a party that was simply as amazing as hers, but even without that, they were no where near as good at just existing as she was.

Which is why she only put #fabulous in the caption for her Instagram selfie she took in front of her pool after spending four hours doing her hair and makeup to perfectly complement her brand new electric blue bikini. Everyone already knew how good she was, she was just saying it for the sake of saying it. It wasn't her fault she had been so blessed. God must have known she would want- no, need- to be so stunning that everyone she passed would stop and stare, and he must have been feeling generous and given her the beauty he had been saving for the next twenty people or so.

Within seconds, thirty people had liked it and a minute later, the number jumped to one hundred forty. Anna frowned. Last time there were two hundred people who liked it in a minute, why's the number only, like what, three fourths of what it normally was? There's no way there's a typo, it's only #fabulous and I've typed it like, a million times. She checked the picture. Nothing was out of place, not a brushstroke of makeup nor a blonde hair on her head. It was perfect. So why didn't people like it?

She took a deep breath. Breathing in for three, out for three. In for three, out for three.(A/N How many of you tried it?XD) With each breath she cleared her mind of negativity. She was calm and happy. Nothing could get to her.Nothing. Absolutely nothing. After all, she was Anna Walker, the most popular girl in all of Fremont, and no one in the state of California could even stand a chance when compared to her.