A "Heather" kind of thing

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It was a late after school and it was already dark, winter had just past and its now the next year..Kylie Jenner is a crazy, Donald Trump is now president and Kanye West wants to run for president in 2020..? What..? But all you can think of is - is the internet, You're online life, there you have people that understand your life as if they were your best friend.

Everyone seems to be on social media like: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, snapchat..Etc...And well..You like the smaller social medias like: deviantart, Quotev and Pinterest. Gaming was also your thing, Playing Overwatch was fun but Minecraft was the first game you ever played, You're too frightened for people to find out  that you play Minecraft, it would be too horrible..You would just want to die, commit suicide. Getting bullied would be worse then it is already .

As you stumble along the pavement back to your house - knowing your parents wouldn't be home yet because they work late nights or well thats what they said -  You feel as if you're being watched from somewhere, you stop take a moment to look around and then notice no one seems to be there - you can't really tell though, the street is black, non of the street lights have turned on, it's odd - You  carry on walking back home, you take your headphones out of your bag and place them on your head, adjusting them if needed.

The first song plays, your favourite song. As you walk to your front door and open it, you hear some people outside, you quickly look around, Drug dealers it seems like. You rush into your house and lock all the doors and windows, you don't any creeps like them coming into your house.

As you turn on the lights you drop your bag on the floor carelessly, slip of your shoes and run straight upstairs, you want to see if anyone is online. Your best online friend Charlie or well 'Sav' is on. Laying on your bed as you turn on your new laptop, a brand new spanking mac book air, A bash is heard on the front door, you freak out and decide to hide in your closet.

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