Hi! Uh, my names Robin. I'm a 17 year old high school senior and I'm living it up! Top of all my classes, little miss popularity, being chased by all the boys. Well, that's just what I tell the people who can't see me, the people on the other side of the screen.
You see, all of what I say is true, just slightly pumped up to be something a little bit more interesting. Honestly who's going to want to talk to "Hi I'm Robin, I'm your average 17 year old, I got my friends, my good grades, my supportive family, and my bland personality." No one, that's who. There's only one thing that's not true and that's the picture I use. I know! I know! I use a picture of Remi, my twin brother, twin brother. We have the same face so is it really lying? The only difference is he has a guy hair cut and a bit more of a jawline. Plus the name Robin can be a girl or a guys name. But it's fine because the conversations never last anyways, they always end with the person on the other side asking if we can Skype or FaceTime or something. I say no, get accused of being a catfish, get blocked, then on to the next one. No one gets hurt.
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It's the morning of the first day of my last week of high school. The sun is just coming up and shining into my room. Uhh why does it have to be morning.
~BUZZ BUZZ~
I look at my phone see that Remi texted
" I'll be there in 10, be ready. "
Most people that are waking up would think "HOLY HELL 10 MINUTES GOGOGO" not me. I roll out of bed, walk over to the bathroom and wash my face with my special acne morning face wash, brush my dirty blonde hair with my limited addition Team Jacob twilight hairbrush I got when I was 11, brush my choppers, throw on the nearest band shirt and blue jean shorts and I'm standing at my front door with 3 minutes to spare.
~BUZZ BUZZ~
I look down at my phone to see a notification from Zen (the messaging app I use) telling me I have a message from this one guy I've been talking to for about 3 months now, it's the longest friendship I've had from all this messaging nonsense. He's a really nice guy, his name is James and he lives about 2 hours away from me. I kind of want to tell him that I'm actually a girl and not like... a bro. But I really enjoy talking to him without having to worry he's going to perv out and send me a random dick pic or ask me to send him nudes or something.
"HALLAAA! Last week of high school EVER! I'm so done with this shit hole."
I open the app and reply
"Dear lord I hear ya, I don't think I could have Made it past this week, Mr.Winro has made this year a living hell for the entire school"
Mr.Winro is the new principal of Interkip high. He hasn't done anything for the school accept for make it painfully clear that he's in charge and spend the entire school budget in the first 3 months of the year. Some people like him, some people don't. I would be on the fence but I went to him about 2 months into second semester and told him that I had a stalker. Her name was Sammie. She was this small grade 9 girl who I've told so many times that I'm not a lesbian but she wont listen. She steals my things so I have to go find her and talk to her, she wont stop telling her friends and mine how beautiful I am and how she wishes she could wake up next to me every morning, she will message me nonstop and send me dumb picture that say stupid shit like "send this to your crush and see if they like you back" "the next time you sit down let's hope it's on my face" makes me want to puke, and she takes pictures of me when I'm not looking and to be honest she more than likely uses them to jack off to. I can deal with all of this at school on phone bullshit but what really sent me off the edge was when she showed up at my aunts house at 11pm looking for me. ELEVEN AT NIGHT WHAT THE FUCK. My aunt asked why she thought I lived there and Sammie said "I've seen her come here a couple times I figured it was where she lived" WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK. No that was the last straw. So I went to Mr.Winro and I told him what was going on to which he responded
"Robin, this is just a little crush it's nothing to worry about, you know these grade nine pansies have feelings for a week then they send their pornographic pictures to another horned up teen, it's nothing to get this dramatic over."
Then he sent me out of the office without another word. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? This was the guy that the board deemed worthy of shaping young minds? "Pornographic pictures to another horned up teen." He's talking about 14 year old here... the man couldn't care less about anyone in this school.
~BUZZ BUZZ~
I look back down at my phone
"That guy is a real, first hand piece of shit. If I were you I'd pull the biggest senior prank on his stupid ass."
"That would be PRIME! My brother and I....
-back space back space-
"That would be PRIME! My one friend and I were planning on sticking a bunch of dildos to the office windows and putting a slip and slide down the main hallway!"
"LIIITTTT ASF"
~HONK HONK~
"GET IN LOSER WERE GOING DILDO SHOPPING!"
I laugh at the insanity of my brother and skip off to the car and hop in. Without a doubt my brother starts blasting Selena Gomez but before he starts he asks
"How are mom and dad?"
"They are doing a lot better...They miss you."
"I miss them too."
"Then why don't you come back home Rem?"
"You know why I can't Robin. What they did to-"
"They fucked up!"
"I wish you would have left with me."
"Someone needed to help them, they would have di-"
"Not their 15 year old son and daughter. They should have been taking care of us, not vice versa."
We've had this conversation a thousand times just in different words and situations. It gets a little quiet but then he blast Selena and in our heads Selena is the cure to fix and broken mood.
Now off to the sex shop we go with a 1000$ of student contributed money to blow.
