You come from a rough background. When you were born your dad left and your mom did drugs until you were about 8 years old. You then had to go into foster care with your grandmother. It's was only you and her. Your grandfather lived far away. When you were 13 you had a seriously rough time with your friends. Everyone felt fake. They appear betrayed you. You has no one. Your family was distant from you. You became depressed. You began to self harm and hate yourself. When you turned 16 you decided to start YouTube. You where succeeding well. Soon a YouTube group by the name of Team 10 invited you on their team. You agreed and were so happy to finally move out of your small town into a huge city. L.A. was your dream. You book your flight for the next day. You landed and took an uber to the Team 10 house. You arrived there and stood in front of the house. Admiring it's beauty. You stare for a few minutes. And now you've been in Team 10 for 5 months. These past months you made so many new friends. You forgot about all the bad stuff that happened in your past. You had your best friend, Jake, and your boyfriend, Ray.
One day you scroll on Twitter and read "fake ass bitch" "attention seeker" "She's just doing it for the fame". You burst out crying. You run upstairs but on your way you accidentally run into Ray. Ray, notices your crying nd tries to stop you but you push past and run to your room. Ray follows you and opens your room door "Babe what's wrong?"
"Nothing" you say under your breathe.
"I can see something is wrong tell me"
"You won't understand"
"Y/N I'm just like you...I'll understand"
"BUT people don't hate you like they hate me!"
"BUT I don't hate you and I honestly don't care what they think of you. When I first started to become "famous" I also got tons of hate and now..... I still do but I ignore it"
"But-"
"No buts."
"Fine"
"Although you gotta fine one ;)"
"RAY!"
