Teenager Posts Novels & Stories

Death ensued! Very soon, students started to comment on those posts. “What’s going on?” the fantasia is on fire?” “What kind of trashy mall doesn’t have better safety? They must not had safety features set up! take care not to go there anymore!” A person insisted in the comments section.

"No. I like this one." As usual, during weekends, these two guys are now at my house, doing their projects. I am busy doing editing on my computer. I am creating what I am going to post on I*******m. Ah, I am not the one who posted those, I just mailed them to Zyah. I asked her to do it for me since when it comes to those things, I always forgot to do that. To say it, I couldn’t post something like that daily. To be maintained, I created quotes, editing them into templates and sending them to Zyah for her to be posted daily. It’s not a problem for her since she’s doing the same. She said it’s her way to spread positivity and encouragement to everyone. I agreed to do the same too. I think doi

He was going to ignore this one and leave it on ‘read’ like he has done with the Twenty other messages I’ve sent to him for the past week. MissAnonymous101 was back. Wasn’t this account taken down? Oh wait it’s SpxcyMixes, a different account, but how much of a coincidence is it that this account is new and starts posting stuff immediately the ‘Mean girls’ show up? So there has been some kind of dog stench going around the school. Hopefully it isn’t what I am thinking, but let us just think for a second and ponder on this one. Could it be a different creature lurking in the shadows, say perhaps a werewolf… or… ugh! This ain’t no teen movie Blue River High student, I’m just kidding.

“That’s what the news is saying—bear or something. But people online are freaking out. Saying the wounds look… wrong. Too precise in places, too savage in others.” Lesley flopped onto her bed, staring at her phone. “Maddox skipped school. His whole crew’s posting RIP stuff, black squares and crying emojis. But Maddox himself? Nothing. Not a single story. Then this morning he posted a gym selfie—shirtless, flexing with caption ‘stronger every day’ with a flex emoji.” I frowned. “He posted that today?”

What caught my attention was a tagged post I was in, from Lucy. 'Great date night with—Jason <3' It had a few comments from people I didn't know, most of them filled with emoji hieroglyphics I couldn't understand. Some girls asked who I was and for her to share—jokingly most likely—and a few butthurt guys decided a public post, online, was a good place to smack talk about how I looked. These guys actually went out of their way to scour my profile and pick at photos that were at least three years old. I chuckled to myself at how pathetic and jealous they were, Lucy was my lover and so were Hayley, Vicky, Liz and Tori. Those guys could go fuck themselves.

I just decided to take the easy way out, burying my head like an ostrich, unwilling to admit the fact that he just came back into my life. And a random photo of me staring at him gets pinned to my locker door and is now posted on social media. What was that all about? Oh yes, talking about the post…. I quickly dug out my phone and opened up to the F******k page. It’s an open page where everyone can post anything, and it now has more followers than before. I scrolled down the page trying to search for that damn photo. I felt my heart skip a beat when I found it. Among the photos posted, this one gained traction. Hundreds of shares and likes and fifty-plus comments.

"They want me shirtless, with water all over my body. Basically a thirst trap for the company?" "...Oh, you know what a thirst trap is. Yeah." Aelar accepted his fate. "Took that right from your thoughts, and yes, I know what it is. And children watch this?" "I mean..." He quickly corrected himself. "Not children exactly. Eighteen and above." "Basically children." I continued walking. "So someone like Thalia falls into that category." Aelar laughed nervously. "Someone like Thalia is probably the reason those posts exist. They comment the most audacious things and somehow spend the most money supporting the brand."

I opened my I*******m, already expecting my account to be flooded with hurtful comments or worse, banned. But it wasn’t what I expected. Instead, I was tagged in a post—a post made by Caden. I clicked on it, and a picture of me was displayed with the caption: ~She is my stepsister. Welcome her into the family, and stop making up fucked-up stories. What the hell?! My account began blowing up with comments, likes, follows, and notification sounds. “Yes!” I hopped onto my bed. “Yes! Yes!” I screamed, jumping happily, swaying my hair like I was at a rave.

"Just try." He sighed and typed something in. Hit enter. The page loaded and we were in. I grinned. "See? Easy." We spent the next hour going through everything. Her I*******m posts were boring. School stuff. Books. Pictures with Ava. Nothing useful. Her T*****r was the same. Her F******k was practically empty because who even used F******k anymore?

But. This is not my full time job. I do my best to post daily. I am a reader here too and I know what it is like to have to wait days/weeks for chapters to be posted. I am a teacher full time during the day, I coach dance and gymnastics and we are currently in our competative seasons. The children I influence and work with daily are my priority. I have two teenage kids of my own who got the genetic capacity to be involved in tons of things.