This is a story about a girl named Alma.
Alma is a 15 year old girl, she goes to school, hangs out with friends, and does everything your typical high school girls do, but Alma's favorite part of the day is when she gets home and gets on her phone.
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Finally getting away from my friends, I begin waking down the street towards my house.
Another day of school had passed, and I couldn't wait to get home, lay on my bed, and check my notifications.
Phones are banned at Hawking High, my school, so my favorite part of the day is when I get home and get on my phone.
I reach my house to see that the door is locked, which means mom and them must not be home.
I lift up the door mat and grab the key and unlock the door.
After grabbing something to drink, I head upstairs towards my room and immediately got on Snapchat.
I had almost 100 notifications, most where texts from friends, others where alerts, and shit like that, but there was one notification that caught my eye.
Apparently, I had been added into a group story, which is technically a story full of different people telling you to add them.
Why am I in this?
I clicked through the story, seeing many selfies with captions, telling you to add them, but I just kept clicking.
As I was about to get off the story, I noticed a picture of a girl. It was a selfie, and of course, like all the others, it had a caption that read, "Add me to start a streak!"
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Hmm, well, I do need more streaks. And I have to admit, she is gorgeous. Maybe I'll add her, just to see how it goes.
I tapped on her username and pressed the "Add" button. Now all that's left to do is sit back and wait for her to add me back.
After that, I heard the front door slam and my mothers voice call to me, "Alma, it's time to eat!"
