The Spectrum Is Dead

Who's This Girl?

We find ourselves in the presence of a young lady with (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and (s/c) flesh. This lady has just turned 13 years old, and she is ready to punch something. Why is she so irritated? Well, it could be because she just got home to find out that her, used to be, best friend has just sent the most embarrassing picture of her.
Oh, we don't know her name yet, do we? Hmm.. what could this lady's name be? Enter her name, if you would be so kind.
Unbearable Bedwetter.
Alright, who thought this would be a funny joke? I'll tell you that is so rude, and you should be ashamed of yourselves if you thought that was funny. Why don't you grow up and give her a proper name?
(f/n) (l/n).
There we go, that's her name. Now, this girl is usually well mannered, at least for a teenager she's well mannered. She doesn't usually let people get her goat, because she has pretty good patience. She likes music and she has (f/b) posters all around her room walls. She likes to draw, sing, and she designs computer backgrounds for her Older Sister, which she calls Sissy. (y/n)'s sister isn't home often, so you could say that it's her computer instead of calling it "Sissy's computer". Sissy has the best job in the world to (y/n), seeing as Sissy is a Marine Biologist.
(y/n) loves sea life, even if she's never been to the ocean. She has a few good friends that live far away from her, and she's known these kids for so long that they are more like family to her than Sissy is.
The computer just dinged, so (y/n) should check it out. But she was too busy breaking sticks that she brought inside. You see, (y/n) tends to be destructive when she's angry. The computer dings again, this time getting (y/n)'s attention.
(y/n) goes to her computer and opens up Pesterchum just to get even more irritated. Someone is trolling (y/n), and these trolls are funny on a good day, but a major headache on a bad day.
Pesterlog:
CA: hey dumb landwweller.
(C/h): What do you want today?
CA: just a chat.
(C/h): Yeah right, what is it? And don't even try to say "just a chat" again, because I'm so close to losing it.
CA: oh come on.
CA: stop being hot headed
(C/h): Me? Hot headed? No, you've got the wrong person. I'm cool as a cucumber.
CA: i can see that youre havvin a bad day.
CA: wwhale i dont care bout a landwweller's problems.
(C/h): Ugh, you have such a large ego that I could die from jumping off it to your intelligence.
CA: ha ha vvery funny.
(C/h): I know, everything that comes out of my mouth is hilarious.
(C/h): I wasn't being serious, btw.
CA: wwhale id like to say that you are dumb.
CA: bye landwweller.
Pesterlog End
(y/n)'s remaining calmness just went to the dogs. She gets up out of her chair and kicks it away. It's a good thing that it's a spinny chair that is good quality. She storms out of the room and flops onto the couch, facedown.
"I hate that troll," she growls to herself, "I really can't stand him."
"What troll?" Says an older female that looks almost identical to (y/n), the only difference is that she has a very masculine hair style that is dyed jade.
(y/n) looks up at the older female and tackles her into a hug.
"Sissy!!" (y/n) squeals.
Her sister chuckles at (y/n)'s childish behavior.
"What's up, squirt?" Sissy says, the ghost of a smile evident.
(y/n) rolls her eyes at the stupid nickname given to her by Sissy.
"I thought that I told you I'm too old to be called squirt," she grumbles, still in a bad mood from the troll and her fake friend. "Also, space is up. But I know that's not what you meant, so I'm doing just fine."
"I know that's a lie. What's going on in (y/n) Land?" Sissy says, concern clouding her eyes.
Now tears were welling in (y/n)'s eyes, so she decides to tell Sissy everything that happened to her today, including the fake friend sending an embarrassing picture on the internet.

A/n;
Thank you for reading my garbage, and I know that I gave a terrible ending of a chapter, but I feel like Sissy's reaction should be in the next chapter. So, I'll update every few days as of now. Comments are welcome, but please don't be harsh.