Lucky Me

Three

{edited}
Tuesday, Dec 16

Did something happen? Did I miss something? Beth and Lili seemed normal but kept changing the subject every time I asked why everyone was staring at me like I was wearing a clown suit. Maybe they know something, queue the Tell Me Something I Don't Know by Selena Gomez song. But I just have this gut feeling that this isn't something good at all. When practically the entire school stares, laughs, whispers your name it's always something bad. Now I'm at home, being a lazy potato in my bedroom when I get a text from Brandon. It said,

"Might wanna check your profile, it's full of bull I know that and you deserve to know what's going on."

For some reason I feel slightly confused, what would be on my profile? I log on to my profile and I immediately find a conversation post saying, "She totally screwed a random guy in a janitor's closet.' "No wonder she smells like slut." "Makes sense her head is basically a mop." "Whatever she smells or looks like who the hell would screw her? At. All. lmao"

All of these are such rumors! But gosh there's at least a hundred comments. I keep scrolling down my profile, I just couldn't keep my eyes off it. But when I saw a specific comment, I wanted to throw my phone into space.

JJ sweggy

She stinks like skunks and ass who would even go near this chick?

I only know who JJ sweggy is and I couldn't believe, he would even say that. I turn off my phone and place it where I couldn't see the screen. What the hell? Who even started this? Why did they start this?,  I thought to myself. I hear my phone vibrate. Though I never want to touch my phone again, I finally answer it. It was a random number but it was in my area code.

"Hello?" I tried not to sound so obvious that I was crying but the second this person talked I knew it was the one and only Bree Urzla, "Hey I saw your profile like oh em gee! Isn't it just lovely? Oh I know, I was the one who started it." I hang up the phone and throw my phone across the room and broke down. What the hell am I suppose to do? I run my hands through my hair and wipe my tears. I feel like running away from this dark place, just what the hell? First of all, I was just a normal student I was barely noticed and now I'm the center of attention now appearing as a slut. I am not even close to a slut nor flirty! I curl up in a ball under the covers of my bed. I wish I can just fall asleep, forever.

A/N:

:( poor iza

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