You're Dead To Me
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Last published Tue, May 3, 2016
I lay in bed just looking at the little splotch on my ceiling that has been there ever since my family and I moved into this house. I feel my arm vibrate and look over to my side to see my new iPhone 6s screen light up with one of my friends' text message. I answer her saying, 'what?' when she only said 'hi' to me. I say sorry and blah blah blah. For the third time in the week I see a text saying, 'Can you please install snapchat on your phone?' I tell her 'No it's so complicated to use' and shove my phone under my pillow. 'It's the truth, it's way to complicated to use, and I have enough social media apps,' I think. 'I don't even know what the hell the big deal is about snapchat. Like everyone uses it!' I pull my phone out from under my pillow and go onto the App Store. I type in 's' in the search bar and the first suggestion that shows up is, you guessed it, snapchat. I create an account because I forgot my old password. I used to have snapchat but I never used it or understood how to. Ten minutes after creating my account and learning how to operate the app, I get a snap.
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