Rain pummelled softly against the ice cold window of Mae's bedroom. It was already growing dark outside and in the depths of the British winter sky there was only the moon letting off soft beams to illuminate the night. The dimly glowing strings of fairy lights that framed the walls twinkled like the stars creating her own night sky right at her fingertips.
*Ping*
Mae's phone lit up next to the patch on her floral bedsheets where she had placed her schoolwork that she was ploughing through. She used the rare occasions in which she felt motivated very wisely now as her GCSEs were coming up and she had been given a plethora of revision to work her way through. She looked at her phone to see the notification that had just popped up on the screen.
*@qweva just followed you!*
Mae hadn't ever seen that username before. She opened the twitter app to make sure it wasn't some family member trying to check up on what she was doing and more importantly who she was talking to. Her family weren't exactly caught up in modern technology; they liked to live back in the 1950s. They constantly told her that they didn't understand why she couldn't be happy with the friends she had in real life, even after she had explained to them on multiple occasions that it's much easier to meet people with similar interests to her on the internet but they never listened. Mae had always been one to find solace in friendships made over the internet rather than those made in real life. It was always a plus, of course, when they lived nearby and she could meet them but there was some sort of comfort in not having to face them on a daily basis; not giving them a chance to constantly judge her. She knew it was ridiculous really, but that didn't stop her unsettled mind from jumping to every bad conclusion under the sun whenever someone so much as glanced her way.
The twitter account turned out not to be her parents or some distant relative being a spy for them. As she stalked through the tweets and photos of the account she discovered that it was owned by a girl around her age who was called Eva. She had beautiful dark hair that sprang from her head in tight, natural curls giving her almost a lion's mane, although what Mae couldn't stop looking at were her eyes; a sea of melted chocolate that sparkled intensely wherever the light hit them, almost as if she had tiny specs of stardust scattered throughout her irises. For a moment Mae hesitated. She must've followed her by accident. Why would a beautiful girl like that follow someone like her? She thought it must be a catfish, a fake account or something but whether it was the soft glow of the moon and beauty of the twinkling lights making her romanticise the moment or the fading day taking away energy and pulling her into a dream world ready to be explored, something made her click the button.
*You are now following @qweva*
