Facebook For Dummies Novels & Stories

"Really? I need to check it out." Including Faye herself, everyone took out their phones and opened up Facebook. Once she turned on her phone, Faye realized that her WhatsApp was also blowing up. Everyone in her contacts was frantically asking her what was going on. Her Facebook page was almost inoperable. If she hadn't had the skills to hack into the system, she probably could not even access her own Facebook profile. Faye sighed when she saw the numerous notifications on her phone. Who could have leaked out her information?

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

She took out her phone and saw that her notification center was brimming with Nina’s messages. Nina has always been worried about her and was asking about her eyes. However, Anna had no idea how to explain all this to her, so she did not reply. Just then, a Facebook friend named Charles sent her a message on Messenger. [What are you doing?] Anna was confused. She did not remember adding a friend named Charles. How did he suddenly become her Facebook friend? She did not reply. Then, Charles sent her a symbol. [?] She still did not reply. Charles messaged her again.

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"Bitch I don't have time, what is it?" "Did you looked at your Facebook page, bro you are famous." Darby rolled his eyes, of course, he was famous, no wonder he has 10k followers. "I'm already a famous bitch." "No seriously, look at your Facebook page." He said through the phone, he swiped Facebook on his phone, his friend was still online. He looked at the icon and 99+ followers, he smirked and see what was the reason for this and widened his eyes as he saw this video that will ruin his reputation.

"Do you know what I*******m is?" "No, what is it?" He played along with her. "It's a social media app that connects you with millions of people all over the world." She made hand gestures as she explained all about I*******m to him. He nodded his head at some points, she kept on talking when he shut the laptop and stared at her. "Oh, was I talking too much?" "How can I create an I*******m account?" He gave his phone to her. "Will you help me?"

Once 5,000 but got unfriend by people whenever I uploaded a pics till it got to 4,787. I was no slay queen on Facebook, my mom was into clothes and make up and I was supposed to be flaunting my clothes on Facebook, but I don't. I sucked at make up too. I was been taught severally by Tana, but it seemed like I was born to suck at it. But I got up to a thousand likes on Facebook. Something that amazes both Tana and Annie till today. When active on Facebook I always got numerous messages from people, mostly perverts. I'd have to turn off my mobile data to reply those messages because in the process of replying with my mobile data on, more would troop in.

She said that sometimes there are urgent things that we must do and it requires Wi Fi connection. When I opened my facebook account, I saw that several of my friends are still online, I mean, friends only in facebook but not in person. I tried to find the name of Chelsea in the list of online friends, but I failed to find her name. I also search for the name of any of my best friends in the list of online people, but it turns that they are offline. Instead of finding for another one to talk to, I logged out my facebook account.

Refusing to give up, I launched my F******k app immediately. F******k, a known social media platform, was favored by the older generation. Its easy interface and the ability to reconnect with long-lost friends made it a common choice. Because of this, I was certain Mrs. Anderson would be on F******k. She had to be. So, I began the hunt. “Mrs. Anderson,” I typed in the search bar. It returned over 1,000 results. I scrolled down, scanning each profile picture, but none looked like her—not even when I had reached the 500th profile.

Notifications from my friends flood my phone - making it a bit of a hassle to reply to them one by one. I type something on my facebook. This is the day where I have to get used to being alone (again) .