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Story 1

My Friend gets A+ because our teacher has a secret affair

Hi everybody! Would you like to hear something really unbelievable? I am only twelve years old, I have just entered my first year of middle school, but I have already seriously framed my teacher, my best friend, and even her mother. To tell you the truth, I have to admit that I did not mean to do it.It was just a coincidence.

Everybody calls me Sam. But my Mom calls me SAMANTHA, and every time I hear this, I get chills down my spine! Brrrr. You know, my mother is very strict and very careful about numerous rules that HAVE to be observed. Usually she invents all these rules by herself. For example, every Friday night, our big family absolutely HAS to get together and go to my mom's favorite restaurant. My mom calls it the “Great Dinner” pronouncing it so strictly and meaningfully that you realize that there is no trace of even the slightest hope of abandoning or escaping it.

So, one Friday evening, during another extremely boring and dull “Great Dinner,” I was sitting at the table at the restaurant, yawning, and idly picking at some tasteless pasta with a fork. Mom was talking about something loudly, and I was just wishing that all of this would come to an end as soon as possible. It could have been just another ordinary and horrible family evening... if I didn't notice Monica’s mother sitting at one of the neighboring tables. Oh, I totally forgot to introduce you. Monica is my school friend I spoke about at the beginning. I would go to her house all the time and I knew her mother pretty well, so I thought that I should go up to her and say hello. But my plans changed drastically when I looked at the man Monica’s mother was having dinner with. It was Mr. Fitzpatrick! Can you imagine? Mr. Fitzpatrick! Oh, sorry. I forgot again, that you don't know who that is. Mr. Fitzpatrick is my social science teacher. I do not like his class, and Mr. Fitzpatrick himself is not a person who I would like to talk to in the presence of my mother, so I tried to hide myself behind a napkin to make sure that they didn't notice me.

I knew that Monica's mother was single. And I still remember a very ugly story that happened when Monica and I were still in elementary school. It was a time when Monica’s parents were in the middle of their divorce proceedings. Ouch, even now I don’t want to think about that! But I will tell you anyway. When Monica's mom and dad filed for their divorce, they could not come to an agreement about where Monica would stay. They were literally trying to slice their daughter as if she were a piece of pie. There was some kind of murky story about the court hearing and the judge’s decision regarding the custody of Monica, but I don’t remember the details, because at that time I was only a nine-year-old

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kid and did not understand much about, well, all these strange things that adults do. One day when we were at school, Monica's dad showed up in the middle of the school day, and demanded that the teacher let Monica go with him. The teacher, of course, knew about the divorce procedure that Monica's parents were undergoing and knew that something sketchy was going on there. So she refused. But Monica's dad was very persistent! He made a huge scene in front of all the students and teachers! The teacher even wanted to call the police, because some of the classes, including our class, had to be canceled thanks to Monica's dad ... however, we kids were not too upset about this. Then Monica's mother came to school, and the scene continued, but later they somehow managed to settle their problems. It seemed that Monica had finally firmly answered that she wanted to stay with her mother, and that she did not want her father to harass them any longer. After this, Monica's father was so angry with her that he still does not want to see her or even talk to her. And when my mother found out about this drama, which totally left an impression at our calm and boring school, she was very strict... regarding Monica’s mother. Mom said that a DECENT woman would never allow this to happen, especially IN PUBLIC. My mother did not forbid me to stay friends with Monica, but she did not even want to talk to Monica’s mother. When I would go over to Monica's house, and my mother would come to pick me up, she would always wait for me in the car outside. So I had multiple reasons to not draw my mom's attention to this couple.

But I still continued to watch them — well, anyway, it was definitely much more exciting than listening to how my family talked about themselves. And it was only the beginning of the show there! In less than five minutes, Monica's mom and Mr. Fitzpatrick... started kissing!

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Story 2

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My Brother Sucked Money From Us. I Made Him Pay For It!

Hi! My name is Penny, I am fifteen. My story will probably look unbelievable, even shocking, and I am sure that many of you who will hear it, will judge me for what I’ve done. I… a few months ago I reported my own brother to the police. Soon he will be facing a court hearing and, no, I don’t regret what I have done.

Like many other stories, mine began with a tragedy in my family. Two years ago my father died in an accident leaving his wife… my mother, alone with two children: me and my older brother, Sam.

Sam is three years older than me, and since that day he was the only man in our family. We were not rich, even before the accident, and now we got into some significant debt, so my mother had to find a decent job in order to raise her children and to keep her house.

My mother’s job took/cost/occupy almost all of her time. And even though I understand that she was doing everything for Sam and I, I think it was her mistake that she simply did not pay any attention to us. Maybe it's partly her fault - what happened with Sam?

Sam and I were never close. After our father’s death he became even more distant from us, his only family. He barely talked to my mother and me, but at the same time made a whole bunch of suspicious looking friends. It seemed that Sam did not care about my mother or me. Instead of giving us his support during this hard time, my brother seemed to feel this sort of freedom that bordered on doing whatever he wanted.

Even when he had not yet reached maturity, he frequently slept someplace else, sometimes he went missing for several days, but the worst part of it was that he had started to demand that my mother and I give him money! You know, when I lost my father and realized how hard it would be for our mom, I was hoping that Sam would get a job and start to help the family…

And I think it was only fair because I was going to start working as soon as I grew up, as soon as my age permitted me to work.

Sam, instead of helping, sucked the dollars from my mother for “pocket money” never asking if she had enough for the family expenses. In addition, the mystery of where he was spending the money, remained. And there were rumors in the neighborhood that Sam was hanging out with a bad company.

Time passed. But nothing really changed in our family. My mother still did not care about Sam’s behavior because she was preoccupied with other problems. The social worker from Sam’s school called from time to time, in order to tell us that Sam was absent from class again. And after Sam had, by some miracle, finished high school, he was even harder to track down.

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I got a job as a waitress, following my own plan of action, and lost any connection to my brother – now we barely saw each other and didn't talk, even at home. I worked hard and it was uneasy for me. And I didn't earn that much... Do you think that I'm talking too much about money? It's intentional actually, because now the money starts to play a significant part in my story.

After a while, I started noticing that Sam had expensive things. For example, once when we were at home, I saw an iPhone in his hands. It didn't look brand new, but still - it was one of the latest models. How could Sam have bought it? I would have had to save for a long time, but I am still not sure I could have even afforded it.

Outdoors, Sam usually wore a brand-new leather biker jacket, which I figured was worth more than several hundred dollars! I could not understand where Sam got all of these expensive things from, since we still did not have money. I seriously doubted that he had gotten a job. Time after time, I tried to ask him directly where he got all these things from, but he only snapped and answered me rudely.

To tell you the truth, I could not get it out of my mind. I guess, I even envied my brother – my mother and I worked a lot, but we still could not afford practically a-ny-thing, so where did Sam get the money from? In order to find out, I decided to eavesdrop on his phone calls.

The wall between our rooms was thin enough… but I got an idea for how to make the acoustics even better. When nobody was at home, I drilled a small hole in the wall. It was hard to detect if you weren't looking for something like that. And I also tried not to make any noise in my room, so that Sam wouldn’t notice anything suspicious. Oh, if only I had known what kind of truth was going to be revealed!

My brother was reckless enough to discuss his business on the phone with his company of… criminal partners. They were… thieves.

I was getting the whole picture, as a puzzle, from his phone calls. At first Sam and his friends tried to steal wallets, like as pick-pockets...

Story 3

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My Mom Is Looking For New Parents For Me Because She Will Die Soon Hi! My name is Phoebe, I am fifteen. I don’t want you to be deceived by my optimistic voice. My story will be the most sad, frightening, and strangest one ever. Well, it's about how my mother decided to orchestrate an unusual casting call – in a search for new parents for me. Because she's going to die soon.

Everything happened very fast. Just… just like that: on one not very pleasant day, my mother felt bad.

Before that day my Mom felt weak and dizzy pretty often, so I had gotten used to it and did not perceive it as something out of the ordinary. Moreover, my mother’s attitude toward doctors and their clinics and their medical checks was pretty negative. In other words – feeling bad, for her, was not a reason to go and see the doctor. She preferred to always solve these problems in the same way – she would simply say that she was tired, and take a nap on the sofa.

However, after a while my mother could not continue ignoring her health problems – because she had started to faint. And not just at home, but also at where she worked.

My mother works in a huge hypermarket, with large sales floors and real labyrinths between shelves with goods. And when some shoppers panicked because they had almost run over my mother with their shopping cart… (Mom was lying unconscious near the pet food shelves…) her supervisor reprimanded her and insisted that she go through a full medical screening.

My mother tried to avoid it. Not only because she did not want to, but also because she had not renewed her medical insurance. But the supervisor said that if she didn't figure this out, she would get fired. So, she went to a medical clinic and got a checkup.

The results of the tests were not just bad. When we learned the truth, our life fell apart like a house of cards.

Oh, it's hard for me to talk about... Inside my mother’s head, doctors found a tumor. And this tumor had been growing for a long time already. It began long before my mother began fainting regularly… And even after it started, my mother did not see the doctor for a long, long time, and did nothing about it!

And now it was too late to operate and… too late to do anything, to put it simply. My mother neglected her state of health for so long, saving money by not paying for her medical insurance, that now it was not possible to cure her… You see? Totally impossible. There was no sense in even trying!

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The only thing that we could try to do was to prolong my Mom’s life. But this therapy was very painful and would cost a fortune without insurance. So my mother decided that she would rather live a little bit less time, but will not become a senseless vegetable, lying in a hospital bed.

O, My God! Just listen to how that sounds! And imagine that I have to live with it.

After my mother learned about her terrible illness, she was totally ruined… but only for a few days. And after that, my mother became surprisingly calm and even… cheerful. She even began to dress up a little bit more elegantly than she used to, willingly and happily went to work at her hypermarket, as she decided to keep her job until… until the very end, and it seemed that overall, she was in pretty good spirits.

I could not understand this. Especially given that I knew about yet another problem that was on my mother’s mind.We did not have any relatives. I never knew my father, and both my grandparents died when I was a little kid. So it looked like after her death, I was going to be under the guardianship of social workers.

But my mother trusted the social workers even less than the doctors. And so she decided that she would have to build my future while she still could. And she did it in quite an unusual manner.

When my mother suddenly invited her colleague Trevor, with whom she worked together at the hypermarket, for dinner on Friday night, I had not suspected anything yet. Even though it was pretty strange. You see, we've lived quite a closed life together, I never brought home my school friends, and Mom also did not invite anybody to our home, and all of a sudden, we are waiting for a man I had hardly ever heard of.

Anyway, the evening went pleasantly. My mother made some very tasty food, though usually she rarely bothered about what we ate. Trevor, even though his clothes were pretty untidy, looked like a nice person. Too bad he lacked a sense of humor — he did not tell a single joke during the whole evening, even though my mother tried very hard to create an easy-going atmosphere, and it was more than obvious that she did not want us to just be thinking about her illness.

Story 4

I Received Evil Threats After My Coming Out

Hey, I’m Charles. I recently came out as gay, and it's had its own... weird repercussions.

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When I was 15, I had a girlfriend, Rebecca, and I really liked her, even loved her, but I felt weird, like... something was off. I started to notice that... I kinda liked boys more. And I mean I always liked them, I just didn’t realize it... I dated Rebecca for a while after this realization, but then I wanted to come clean to her.

I explained to her, as best as I could, that it wasn’t her but me. I still wanted to be friends with her, because she was such an important person to me. She was upset, but very supportive and understanding and I felt relieved.

Next, I confessed to all my friends. I expected them to mock me or, like, be surprised, but it was like... nobody cared that much, and some of them were even expecting it. It was so much easier than I thought it would be!

Of course, I expected that other people would soon find out, but I didn’t expect what happened next... one day at school I was searching through my bag for a book and then I found a... letter? I opened it, and there were... um, threats in there? Of course there were insults, but also stuff like, and I’m not quoting directly, but it basically said, “move to another school, we don’t need people like you here.” I looked around but there was nobody there. I felt scared. I thought that one of my friends was pranking me, but they would never do something like that.

I quickly forgot about it, but then it happened again. This time, someone DMed my Instagram anonymously with more insults and threats. I asked who it was, but they ignored me. The only person I shared this with was Rebecca, and she was so shocked by it!

But the final straw for me was when I found a weird box lying on my porch. I was glad I found it before my parents did. I opened it... and it was full of trash, and there was another letter on it that said, “You belong in here as well.” What!?

By this time I was so scared to go to school or anywhere else, I kept looking around, always searching for this mysterious person. I never told anything about this to anyone, not even to Rebecca.

Another thing happened a little later - one day, all of a sudden, everyone knew that I was gay. I had no idea how this happened, but I guess someone started to spread it to everyone they knew. You know, even teachers knew at this point. And, to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. Again, nobody cared about it that much, a lot of people were actually supportive of it.

There was just this one guy who I barely knew, Shawn, who kept staring at me weirdly. And not only that - he stopped saying, “Hello” to me and was always trying to keep as far away from me as possible. I thought he was a part of it, or maybe HE was the person who was sending me all those threats.

One day I came home and my parents started to ask me questions about my sexual orientation. I was like, “What?” I guess someone had told them already.

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It was crazy how fast the rumors were spreading. I asked how they knew and they said that someone’s parent had called them to ask questions. WHY were people so nosy!?

Well, I had to confess to them too! I can’t say that they were happy about it - we had an extremely long talk and they asked me a lot of questions. In the end, they had to start accepting it, because it’s not like I could do anything about it.

So, everyone knew. And it was nice. Many people struggle with it for years, but I got lucky, I guess. Except that someone was threatening me and I didn’t want to let it go. I was thinking about what I could do about it - maybe I should have gone to the principal or talked with the police, but I didn’t want to be too hasty about it.

I started to ask people around, especially my friends, if they knew anything about it. I even compared their handwriting to the one my, um, enemy had. Nothing came of this except that my friends were extremely annoyed with my suspiciousness. They thought that someone was pranking me and that was it, but I was pretty sure that it was something more serious and maybe sinister.

One person, who I still hadn't asked at this point was Shawn - he was still avoiding me and staring when he thought I couldn’t see him. So I went to him directly and asked why was he looking at me like that? He was like, “Um, what do you mean... what are you talking about?”

I was getting impatient with him, he definitely knew something, so I kept asking questions - even about the box and all those letters. He said, “Stop bugging me” and started to leave. And what could I do, stop him? But I was pretty sure that he was the one behind all of this.

Story 5

I Met My Secret Uncle. Now I Know Why They Hide Him From Me!

Hello, I’m Ryan, and a few months ago, I found out my family’s secret that they had been hiding from me for my entire life. And this secret was... my uncle! You see, my parents are pretty... conservative in almost every way possible. They wouldn’t let me dress like I wanted to or listen to the music I liked. But I would still do it in secret! I would wear something normal in front of them and in school. Then in the evening, when I would get the chance, I would wear something cool, what my parents would call “rebellious,” and go hang out with my friends and attend a concert or something like that. I always wondered WHY I was so different from my entire family, but it turns out I wasn’t the only one! One evening, I went to a small open mic event. You know, anyone could sing or recite

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poetry or tell jokes. Anything you wanted to do, basically. And imagine my surprise when a man got on stage with a guitar... he was wearing really bright clothing, he had long hair, and earrings... and it was my Dad! I couldn’t believe my eyes. And then, when he started singing, my ears either! He was such a good singer, but it felt like a dream. I went up to him afterward and cautiously asked, “Dad?” He stared at me for five seconds, and his face slowly changed - his eyes widened, and a surprised smile appeared on his face. “Hello, nephew.” Whaaaat? He explained to me that he was my Father’s twin brother, Nicholas, and he was visiting our town for the first time in many years and would be staying for over a month, maybe even two. He was really happy to see me and we talked for a long time. I finally asked him why I didn’t know about him. He was hesitant and decided that it was better for me to not know. Then he gave me his contact information, for if I wanted to hang out with him later. I really wanted to find out the truth, so I decided to ask my Father the next day. But I couldn’t tell him about the concert, so I lied and said that I just saw Nick on the street. Dad got FURIOUS, like RED in the face, and he even clenched his fists. Finally saying, “Never EVER talk to him! Then Dad told me the whole story. Nick was always weird, like he would be “rebellious,” go against their parents' wishes, dress and act whatever he wanted. It was awkward, because it was like he was talking about me... and then he revealed the true reason why nobody ever talked about him. My uncle stole a large sum of money from my grandparents and ran away, and my Father had NEVER talked to him or seen him since then. I... couldn’t believe it. Or at least I didn’t want to. I felt like my uncle was someone who would understand me, so I wanted to hang out with him again. So the next week I went to the open mic night again, and he was there! He played some music again, and afterward I decided to ask him why he stole that money. He really didn’t want to answer me and he changed the subject. He told me a lot of stories about his life and travels and promised to teach me to play guitar until he had to leave our town again. I really didn’t want him to leave, because at this point it felt like HE was my real Father. After a week or so, I went to the open mic night again, because I really liked that place. We were walking down the street and chatting when my parents’ car arrived. My Father got out of the car, furious. I guess someone had seen us and told my parents. My father started shouting at me and dragged me into the car. Uncle Nick was just standing there, and he was a little bit scared. Then my Dad got really close to him and put his finger on Nick’s chest. He said “Keep away from my family!” As we were leaving, Uncle Nick was looking at us, with a very sad look on his face. I begged my Dad to reconsider, but he wouldn’t listen. Of course they banned me from going anywhere except to school. He also took away my phone and blocked uncle Nick on my page. He blamed Nick for my “changes” while, in fact, I had been like that for a long time already. My Dad was always angry and barely talked with me, and I felt like it wasn’t fair that they took away everything I liked and what made me “me.” I tried to express that, but my Father would just say “you will NEVER be like him!” When I was in school I tried to contact my Uncle with my friend’s phone, and he said to just

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leave it alone. I felt disappointed by both my Father and my Uncle. But one evening, someone rang the doorbell while we were eating. Dad opened the door... and it was uncle Nick. Dad started to shout at him and my uncle silently looked at his feet. Finally, when my Dad started to close the door, Uncle Nick loudly said, “I didn’t steal the money.”

Story 6

My Dad Stole All The Money I Earned During The Summer

Hi. I’m Tessa and I'm in a total panic. I've never been in such a complicated situation in my life! I have literally no idea how to process this. I need somebody to help me out, but first I guess you’ll have to hear the whole story.

Three months ago I realized that I badly needed a laptop. I live with my parents (I’m an only child) and we have an old desktop computer. It’s like… ancient. It takes me hours to do simple homework, and that’s just one of the problems. So I really needed my own computer. And I was determined to get it.

I chose a relatively inexpensive model, and I didn't have any other expectations from the very start. I knew my family was going through hard times, my father

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was currently between jobs, and what my mom made was enough to just buy food and the necessities. My only option was getting a summer job and buying it myself.

It turned out that it's not that easy for a fifteen-year-old to find a job in my hometown. From the very beginning I had a backup option. I have a friend named Laura. Her Mom works as a cleaning lady. She is self-employed: people hire her for a day or two and then come back to find that their place looks better than when it was brand new. During the summer she works together with Laura. And they told me I was welcome to join them.

Until the beginning of June, I didn't give them my answer because I was hoping to find something easier and... cleaner. And after I was unsuccessful… I finally said yes.

And then the summer that every high school girl dreams of started. There were four of us working: Laura, her mom, her mom’s assistant, and me. We walked into a house or an office in the morning and when we left late in the evening, everything was shining. I guess this was not the best choice for my first job ever: first of all, it was exhausting. All I could do afterward was go home and fall asleep, sometimes even before I reached the bed. But I was determined to achieve my goal. And after all, I learned A LOT. If someone at school asks me where I spent my summer, I might say that I spent it outside of my comfort zone.

Laura’s mom would pay everyone at the end of the month, so the plan was to get the money (which was about half of the amount I needed) and estimate how much I had to work the next month to get what I wanted. And when I got the cash, which was even a little more than I expected, I was so happy and proud of myself. It turns out that it feels so good when your hard work pays off.

So it was the end of June, and by that time my dad still had not found a job. He had spent these weeks at home, sometimes drinking, sometimes just watching TV and browsing through vacancies online, saying there were no decent jobs in our whole town. My mom was not happy with this, of course, so they would fight every other day. And that’s what was happening the day I got my first paycheck.

I got home, so eager to share this feeling with someone. I saw my parents in the living room and, not even thinking about what was going on, I told them about the money I had earned. My dad was a little drunk and furious about their fight, which was obviously about him not making any money, so he argued with me in a pretty aggressive way, saying that for all these years they fed me and payed for me, and that it was probably time to get some of it back. I could not believe that he was saying that, neither could my mom, but... he was always able to be so convincing. He started talking to my mom about the things our family could buy with this money that we could not afford over the last few months, and he was not

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aggressive with me anymore, he just asked me to “help out the family” with tears in his eyes, and of course… I could not say no.

Did I regret it? Yes, every single day of July. In June I only volunteered to work on the big gigs, but now I had to earn almost twice as much. So I started to work with Laura and her mom every time they went on a shift. And it was twice as exhausting. At night I would cry because I felt like I was betrayed. Dad tried to be nice to me, but he never said he was sorry.

Just like everything else in life, that July was over too. My hard earned money still brought me satisfaction, but this time I tried to contain my emotions and… I did not tell my parents, well, just in case.

The amount was just enough to buy the laptop I wanted, and I would even have some left over! I put the money into a drawer in my room and was finally ready to go buy my laptop the following day. Lying in bed, I was imagining how awesome my last month of summer would be.

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My Parents Catfished Me To Control Me

Hello guys, I’m Madison. I know that the story I'm gonna tell you right now is really messed up. Stuff like this is far from normal and both my parents and I are well aware of how terrible it all might sound. But this… still happened.

So it all started when I met a guy on Instagram. He liked some of my pictures and pretty soon DMed about a book I had mentioned in one of my posts. Talking to me about literature is the quick way to winning over my heart. I know this sounds funny, but it’s true. So I replied and we started talking. His name was Sean, he was about my age, and… he was cute.

I just have to mention. There was NO FLIRTING coming from him throughout the whole story. He was just being nice, I was dropping hints, but he did not respond. It got me annoyed at the time, but now I feel relieved.

Anyway I had been telling him stuff about school, about my friends, about my family… just stuff I was up to. I was trying to keep it cute and smart.

And here’s what was going on between my parents and I at that time. You see, my family never really understood the concept of “personal” space. My parents always said that there should be no secrets in our family, that we should share everything, and that we should trust each other more than we trust anybody else.

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And sometimes in my life this approach has helped me a lot: I always found support and comfort there. And I didn't know it could be any other way either, since it's always been like this. But everything changed when I turned 14.

I was growing up and, most of all, I felt a huge need for personal space. I guess many of you might be able to relate to that. It was not about doing something behind closed doors, it was more about the feeling, the “psychological” space I guess. I started to not share as much with my parents and (the most basic example) I started to close the door to my room, which was open 24/7 throughout my childhood. My parents would walk by or come in and I had had no problem with that… until now.

And my parents did not understand. We had multiple conversations about it – not really fights, but these talks were not pleasant. I explained to them that I needed personal space, but they acted like these two words didn't exist in the English language.

Phew, sorry I'm getting off track, this has been bothering me for a long time already. Anyway, Sean and I started texting each other. He wouldn't reply immediately like most of my friends do, sometimes it would take him hours. But I didn't care. He seemed so much like me. Everything he said was so accurate, like he knew exactly what to say to win my trust. I didn’t even notice the moment that I started telling him everything about my life, since it usually takes me way more time to get close with someone.

So it was going perfectly. He was living in another town and we never talked about meeting in real life, but I started to think about it constantly. And, I know how crazy it sounds, but all of this happened within A WEEK. Then he disappeared. Yeah, you heard that right, he just stopped texting me. He vanished. I was devastated. Am I that ugly and boring that it’s just impossible to talk to me for more than a few days? I didn't see this coming at all, he didn't ever seem disappointed! The more I thought about it, the more complicated it got. I had never felt so bad in my life.

I checked his account every day, but nothing was going on there. No new pictures, no stories, just nothing.

And the people who tried really hard to help me get out of this were my parents. They did not force me to go to school, and they were so caring and tried to distract me. One day both of them took the day off just for us to drive to the beach, which is not too far away from our town, and spend the day together. All day, I thought about how lucky I was to have parents like this.

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A little later, after some fresh air, I did feel a little better so I decided to investigate. He only had a handful of followers, and this was the first time that I checked on who these people were. And… they were just some spam accounts. And I have to mention that he only had a few pictures on his account, hmmm... and on second thought they were pretty... generic. Like a picture of a sunset, the book he had texted me about… not much really. And don’t judge me, but I didn’t question Sean’s existence because when we talked, he sounded so so real.

These discoveries did not make me any happier. Even if it was not about me, what kind of evil person would do something like that? I was drowning in my thoughts about it, but pretty soon everything became clear.

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