It started out as just a game. It was fun. You know, something me and my besties could do together at slumber parties, free periods and etc.but things turned real ugly real fast. Take it from my experience.
It was the summer of 2013. Me and my BFF's were having a sleepover at my house, and we were extremely busy stalking of favorite celebrities Instagram's.
Okay, so before I got further, I should probably introduce your to my "friends". First off there's me. Ryn. I have frizzy and curly brown hair and I'm as skinny as a twig. Also, I very well may be the biggest fangirl for PLL you'll ever meet. Next there's Sarah. She's like a walking celebrity dictionary. Ask her anything about anyone and she could literally write an essay on them. She has dirty blonde hair which takes an hour everyday to straighten. Then we have Cece. She's our nerd. She has brown hair, like me except it's WAY darker. And she keeps it in a clean cut bob. Finally we have Carly. I'm probably closest to her within our little group. She has long, messy blonde hair and a sweet but judgmental personality.
Alright back to the slumber party. We were all stalking of celeb crushes at that point. Everyone else was on Instagram, but I was on vine, watching Keegan Allen's vines on repeat when Sarah interrupted our stalking.
"OMG," Sarah squealed, "we should start a fan account on Instagram!"
"What the heck is that?" Cece asked nervously
"It's an account," informed Sarah, "we would post memes, funny videos, and anything else! And we would all share it!"
"Okay that sounds fun!" I agreed.
"Im in!" Said Cece and Carly in union.
And that's how it all started. The "Fun Little Game". The "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing." So for my own closure, I'll be recounting all the torture "The Fame Game" brought us. I hope you enjoy it cause I know I won't.
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Teen Fictionfirst chapter in over a year- getting back into this story was very hard so sorry if the first few chapters suck...
