I cried after sitting in the bathroom and reading my comments.
arianawhitman: sunday funday 🤩 click to view 10 comments.. milacastero: ew. Just die already, i can't bear your face much longer. bellapersacaud: you're so fat and gross. Try a diet, will you?
I clicked the additional 8 comments to read it all.
jacksons12: fat pig. Please, do what bella said. emmac: um, fuck off. I can't see this in my feed.
I cried and put my phone down, almost throwing it at my bed. Why is this happening? What did i even do? My phone buzzed and I picked it up, scared of what I would see.
shawnmendes: can you all shut up? Lmao, nice socks girl
I shook my head to make sure i wasn't imagining things. Did he just stand up for me? And did he compliment my giraffe socks?
arianawhitman: haha thanks. Got them at Forever 21 🤪
I laughed at his kind words. He doesn't even know who I am. I don't know him, either. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. "Ariana Rose Whitman! Get your ass down here right now!" My dad yelled. I frowned and got up. He's probably yelling at mom again.. I trudged down the stairs and saw my mom in the kitchen, reading a book and her cheeks red and watery.
"What is this?" My dad yelled, waving a paper to me. I took it from his hand and read it MJ Lang Arts 3- 98% MJ Science Discov.- 40% I stopped. A 40? That's an F, below an F. How? "I'm sorry." I said quietly. "I'll study harder." "Ariana you can not do this. If you don't go to medical school i'll never, ever love you. You're a fucking mistake." My dad said cursing under his breath.
His words cut me, hurt me, more than those comments. They were painful. He didn't even know.
"I'm sorry dad."
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1 night later- Monday, August 18th I slowly opened my eyes, trying to recall the dream i was just in. Shawn. Oh, Shawn. He was in the dream.. except.. he was blonde, tall, and he liked muffins. I don't exactly know what he looks like, yet, of course.
15 minutes later i grabbed my light purple jansport backpack and grabbed a muffin from my kitchen counter and put it in a container, walking toward the door. "Bye mom!" I said, ignoring my dad and slamming the door behind me on my way out. I picked up my pace as I walked down the sidewalks, listening to Taylor Swift's reputation album on my way to school. Cringe, i know, but i love her!
I saw the school gates and pushed through the creaky door, pulling out one headphone as I heard all the kids chatter and pointing at me. "Fatass!" Bella yelled at me, and I ignored her, walking to my locker.
When i got there, locker 257, i put some books in my backpack and some back in the locker. I realized my muffin was still in my backpack, so i took it out and also stuffed it in my locker. "Hey hey hey, i want a muffin!!" Someone whined from behind me.
I turned around and saw someones face, the Shawn in my dream. Except his hair was different, black, no, dark brown.. "Oh, hey?" I asked, confused. "Oh sorry." He said, recollecting himself. "I'm Shawn, Shawn Mendes." He said, holding out a hand for me to shake. "Ariana, Ariana Whitman." I said, shaking his hand, leading to the pact of our friendship.
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