𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒, ethan garcia

"i act like i dont care, thats cause i dont care"

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i scroll through tiktok, trying to find inspiration for my daily post.

should i do a dance... a relatable tiktok..

no clue.

i swipe past ethan garcia and smile, i can't get over how cute his smile is.

i decide to lip sing to a song, paper soldier by brent faiyaz.

i post it and almost instantly it blows up.

i like a couple comments and put my phone down.

i roll out of bed and straighten my hair, i do my makeup.

i smile at myself in the mirror loving how i look.

i put on deodorant and a few sprays of perfume.

i look in my closet for something to wear, i swipe through a couple shirts and i pick a black long sleeve and lululemon diamond dye leggings.

i put on my nike socks over my leggings and put on black crocs.

i grab my car keys and grab my baby pink north face backpack.

i smile at myself in the mirror feeling pretty, i touch my neck realizing i forgot my necklace.

i grab a necklace with my initial on it and a silver cross necklace, i put in medium size silver hoops.

i walk to my bathroom that's built into my room and brush my teeth, since i have braces i brush in between the brackets and wires.

i walk back into my room and the scent of my favorite perfume fills the air, i grab my perfume and put it in my bag.

i walk outside to my car, both my parents are already at work.

i set my phone up on the front of my car so they can see my full outfit and press the record button while lip sinking to manester and post it.

with the caption; first day of junior year!

i get into my car and start it, i buckle my seat and start driving to school.

soon enough i get to school and i get out and lock my car, before i head inside i put my airpods in.

even though i'm popular on tiktok, most people don't like me.

but they act like it, even though they pretend they aren't most of my "friends" are using me for clout.

except one, sammy, she's been my bestfriend since elementary.

i walk into my home room and sit down, the jocks look at me and start talking amongst themselves.

in my head there are a thousand things they could be saying about me. good or bad.