Calista, after years of crazy drama, finally has her life together. Well, until Sadie comes along and wrecks everything. To make matters worse, an old friend pays a visit, bringing up horrid memories. Can Calista survive her junior year? Or will she...
Author's Note: Hey! Thisis my first story, Ihope you guys enjoy it :) Constructive criticism is encouraged, but please nohate! (I am not the best writer) Warning: the chapter most likely won't be editedso there are bound to be typos, but bearwith me!
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My eyes hurt from staring at the computer screen. I read the notification over and over and over again. Locked out of Instagram?? How could this happen?
What was I thinking? Of course it would happen! I have a lot of followers. You could say I'm a familiar face on the Internet. I couldn't help my YouTube videos went viral; I was just messing around and never expected to make a career out of it.
I sighed and took out my vlog camera. I told my audience the story of how my account was hacked and I am logged out of it, but my spam account is still very much alive. I told everyone how stressed I was and how hard I was trying to fix it. Then my camera died, so I put it on the charger and left my office. I needed a break from social media. I could edit my vlog another time. They are weekly after all.
I dragged myself upstairs and into the sitting room that no one used. It was on the third floor of the house, and the only other things up here was my room, Brandon's, and the gym.
Throwing myself in the couch, I grabbed the remote and turned in the classical music channel. I needed a nap. Today had been stressful enough, and I had school tomorrow. I most definitely was not looking forward to Monday.
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"CAL!" I opened my eyes, groggy yet ready to sock whoever woke me up. I am so not a morning person. "What do you want?" I muttered as I recognized the face of an angel.
"Rude much?"
"You know I love you."
"Yeah but I love you more. Now get off your ass because we're going out for food."
"Ugh! Why can't we just order pizza? No one is home."
"Really? Then who let me through the door? A ghost?"
"Uh, you did. Dumbass."
"Ha-ha. Very funny. Actually your dad let me in."
"My dad shouldn't be home until six...WAIT WHAT TIME IS IT?!?!"
"I didn't mean to nap that long. Now the whole family will home soon and I'll have to deal with them all night. Ugh!"
Connor helped me up from the couch and led me out of the useless sitting room. We had been dating since our freshman year, which means it was our two year anniversary last week. September is always a good month.
I snatched my phone of the floor (I guess it fell. Oops.) And read the 500 text messages from my best friend, Danielle. It was nothing major, she was bored and sent me the whole alphabet. Twice. I guess I should check my phone more.
After letting my father know I was going out, I threw on some clothes, light makeup (as in mascara), and put my hair into a nice and loose braid. We headed out and ended up eating Chick-fil-A in perfect silence in my car. Then I dropped him off after a good night's kiss. It was a very short and simple date, but perfect none the less.
