Moonlight Forever After

Moonlight Forever After ~2~

I skimmed through the news feed on Instagram which was loaded with; stupid quotes and sayings, pretty girls denying that they are pretty etc, boys saying that they will always love a girl for who they are - all that junk basically.

It's never actually true. All they want is attention.

I'm never like that. Well, not always 24/7 like those people on Facebook and Instagram. They just make me sick to be honest.

Anxiously, I scrolled down to the bottom of the page towards the picture I put up yesterday. My friend Destiny was dying for me to put a picture up of myself. She told me that I was beautiful (as if) and I shouldn't care what other people think.

So I did it. I put a picture up.

Seriously though, I personally think it must of been the worst mistake I have ever made. All night I was tossing and turning thinking about all the hate I would get on that one picture.

My whole face wasn't even in it, just my long chocolate-brown hair in a beanie and my glowing, green eyes. I had covered my mouth up and I wasn't look directly at the camera. It kinda looked like I was ashamed of myself. I don't know if I am. Am I? Do I really hate myself?

'Oi, midget - pass me the milk will ya?' yelled my pig-like brother Ryan, even though I was only 1 feet away from him.

He scoffed down his second bowl of cereal and my breakfast of bacon and egg which was now stone cold. Gosh he can be such a cow sometimes. He acts like one too. Around the ladies at school he's all 'Hey, girl, you look beautiful' and Mr. No 1 perfect guy. Here at home, he seriously makes me want to throw up.

I lob the milk bottle out of the fridge and towards him. Incidentally, the lid opens up and buckets of milk pour down his newly, ironed red T-Shirt. He stood up immediately, with a massive milk patch, smack-bang right in the middle of his shirt.

Oh shit.

'What the hell, Dani? Are you nuts? This cost me bloody £25 for this shirt, ya hear me? 25 FRICKIN POUNDS.'

It's not that much to be honest. Don't see what all the fuss is about. Seriously, like, wtf?

'Jeez, woah Ryan! Gimme a break. It's only a shirt,' I put up my hands, mimicking surrender but I could see wasn't playing.

His eyes burned in anger, flickering. For once in my life, I was actually quite terrified of him. Yikes.

'Right listen Dani, I -'

Ryan stopped in mid-sentence as dad walked in, puzzled.

'Whats going on here? I could hear the racket from my study room, right next door!' He peered at Ryan. 'Jesus, Ryan have you had some kind of accident? What's that muck down your shirt?'

'Why don't you ask that troll, shaking in the corner there?' Ryan replied with fury and gestured his hand my way.

'What the hell, Ryan?!? Oh my god, Dad I swear -'

Our dad shushed us both. 'Listen you two, you have barely 2 minutes to make it to school. All I want ya to do is to get through the school day without murdering each other and then we can talk about this later. Yes?'

'Yes Dad' we mumbled in usion, Ryan casually adding a swear word at the end.

'Now scram. I gotta a whole load of work to do.' Dad laughed and pushed us out the kitchen towards the front door. Ryan unlocked the door and stormed off, still furious.

'Dad I haven't had breakfast yet! Ryan scoffed it all up before I reached the bottom of the stairs!' I wailed.

'Listen eat this Got2Go bar on the way to school. I don't what you getting another late note again.' He carelessly threw me a breakfast bar out of the cupboard.

'Naah I won't. We have this new registration teacher now. He's alright. Thank you for...this...aha. Bye..'

Silently I shut the door behind me and strolled down my stone path. My sneakers tapped the ice cold pavement beneath me. I took random selfies and sent them to my friend Callum, teasing him up a bit. A felt a bit better about myself than before. Now that picture on Insta...