The Life of Lilac Hill

Chapter Five: I Hate the Internet

We get to Adrianne's house just before her mom starts cooking.

"Took you two long enough!" Mrs. Pruit says hugging me.

"It was Chris's fault, he drives slow!" I say. Chris sends me a dirty look as I walk past him. Adrianne sits on the couch watching Frozen.

"DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN!?" Someone yells from the hallway.

"ALICIA!!!!" I yell running towards her as she appears from the dark room. She jumps in my arms and hugs me tight.

"I missed youuuuu!!!!" She says, tossing her blue hair out of her face. I smile down at her.

Alicia, even though she's as old as me, is only 4'5", and when she stands next to me-who's 5'9"- looks midget sized. Her blue hair sits at shoulder length and her pink Floyd dress flatters her curves. I haven't seen her since last year and had no idea how much I missed her.

Alicia looks up at me, "I want a banana!!!" She says in a very deep voice.

-after dinner-

Chris drives me back to my house, with Alicia bouncing happily in the backseat.

"Sleepover! Sleepover! Sleepover!" She chants. We pull into the driveway and Alicia jumps out to get her things from the trunk.

Chris leans over and kisses me, before I can even get my seatbelt undone. He grabs my hand. "I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want too," I whisper,"but I have too." I frown the tiniest bit and Chris kisses me again.

"See ya later, beautiful." He says as I get out of the car. I smile as I walk towards my house with Alicia.

- 2AM-

After watching Frozen twice, we somehow ended up on the floor scrolling through Tumblr. As we scroll through pictures of our fictional/too-old-for-us crushes, I suddenly remember about BloggerNight.com. I pull the laptop from Alicia and quickly type in my username and password.

Welcome back, Lil&Alicia757.

"Oh my god. I thought they deleted our account!!" Alicia says staring at the screen.

"They did! But, being as persuasive as I am, I convinced them to open it back up!"

"Holy fandoms." She scrolls through BloggerNight looking at everything everyone's posted.

"BloggerNight.com" the sidebar says, "where fangirls and boys from across the world connect."

I take the laptop back and start typing an update.

"Dear blog readers,

Our last post states that this account was shut down, but alas! They could not stop these fangirls from their blogging!

Alicia and I are happy to announce that the account is up and running again and more fandoms shall be shared!

But, there is some bad news....

I, lil, was in a very bad car accident. I was in the hospital for a week with major brain swelling. It's under control now, but all of my hair is gone :( my parents told me I may not be able to go back to school to graduate, or even finish my sophomore year.

I do hope you'll understand the above paragraph.

Love to you all,

Lilac.

Well...I honestly have no idea where that came from. Alicia reads over my shoulder and sighs.

"You can't live in what happened. You have to get up and move on, or else you'll be forever stuck. -Darcy M." She says, quoting a book character.

I wake up the next morning to find Alicia already gone. Oh, because school.....oops.

Sometimes I forget that her dad left her when she was little, and her mom isn't around much...I forget that she takes care of herself. I've noticed I've been forgetting a lot of things since the accident...

I grab my laptop, only to see about 200 notifications from BloggerNight. I click on the post and begin reading through comments.

"Stay strong <3" some say, "keep your head up...if you can lol. "Say others. And I suddenly begin to hate the internet.

I hate it for holding mean people. And hate it for holding nice ones. I chunk my laptop across the room, it hits the wall, and snaps in half.

I get up and grab my baseball bat from behind the door. I swing and hit the screen, smashing it to bits. I swing again, this time at the keyboard, and send letters flying all over the room. I hit it, again, and again, and again, until there's nothing left but shards of glass and letters. I leave the Motherboard lying on the floor, broken in half. I open the window, and throw the bat into the backyard. Then I lock myself in the bathroom.