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Ugh! This fucking party is such a bore. I have to deal with these dumb fuckers, always approaching me all the time. DON'T THEY KNOW how to take a fucking hint! Why do these bitches always keep annoying me and keep being obnoxious AND WHEN I CLEARLY TALK TO THEM CLEARLY, THEY ALWAYS STUTTER LIKE A BUNCH OF BRAIN DEAD IDIOTS.

I stomped my feet as I'm sipping a drink on the table of the party with my fans, making desperate attempts to get to know me and all. DON'T THEY KNOW THAT I'M ONLY TOLERATING THESE fuckers. 

"OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SITTING NEXT TO THE STARSTAGRAM STAR MEGHAN HERSELF! AAA! I'm SO HAPPY!" The fan beside me can't stop squeaking in front of my ear. Totally losing her mind for being beside me. Bitch learn to take a hint.

"I'm so happy to see a fan too! You are such an inspiration to me as a creator and all! I'm really delighted that with my pictures! I'm able to make all of you happy and smile! Which ultimately my goal!" I responded to them with the over the top fake facade I portray.

I mean, no offense to other starstagram models but usually all of them are shallow as fuck. Even me and I'm not denying it. If you hear someone say those things I say and you ACTUALLY believe it, then you are more naive and dumber than I thought.

"AAAA!" They all shrieked in unison! "YOU ARE THE BEST MEGHAN!" "You are such a queen!" They all continued to chant in front of me, annoying me with an absurd amount of noise.

Ugh! When are these dumb motherfuckers ever going to leave me alone. I'm trying to have some alone time here and these bitches keep following me. Though I guess I don't really have much of a choice to stay at this party. It's safer here than seeing that son of a bitch killer once again.

If I'm here, it would make it harder for the one that's trying to kill me to do it. Since there's a lot of witnesses in this area. They only strike when I'm alone from what I know, so this location is perfect. Though I wish these dumb mother fuckers would just leave me alone.

"Excuse me for a second. I'll just go to the bathroom over there! Do you guys mind waiting for me for a bit here?" I tell them politely, keeping my sugary facade in check to bewitch them.

"OF COURSE! ANYTHING FOR YOU QUEEN!" "THAT'S RIGHT! WE CAN WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER!" They all shouted as they wait in that spot patiently like a bunch of starving dogs. Ugh, what a load of chumps. I mumbled to myself as I head over to the bathroom.

Holding my anger, I strutted across the party to go to the bathroom maintaining a smile that I had left with but as soon as I finally reach the bathroom and I'm in a private place without any people that can hear or see me. The anger just exploded.

CAN'T THEY FUCKING SEE I HATE, BEING AROUND THEM! GETTING THEIR DIRTY GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS ON ME LIKE A BUNCH OF BACTERIA. THOSE SWINE ARE SO HARD TO DEAL WITH! UGH! IF THAT LOWLIFE BROTHER HAD JUST DIED THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL OF this BULLSHIT.

I sighed, taking a breather to calm myself down from the rage I feel from within my soul. Ugh. This whole situation is that Lawrence whatever's fault. If only he died today then the police would have surrounded this place by now but of course. He went ahead and escaped and avoided my little trap. Damn it. I should have sent her defenseless sister to die instead so that it would be easier.

I finished washing my hands and washing my face to freshen up to get ready for another whole level of fakeness.. but sometimes I wonder I did this whole influencer thing anyway. I mean I do hate spending time with all these buffoons I call fans and I hate all of these older men sexualizing my pictures and putting me into their little perverted fantasy so why do I exactly put up with this?

FLASHBACKS 

Back then when I was still a nobody. An outcast to society, an outcast to the school. No one would take notice of me. No one even cares about me nor they would care if I was gone. I would always see these people looking at their phones as if their life depended on them. As if their phones were taken, they'd stop living life or whatever.

Somehow, I got a bit curious as to what they were idolizing. I mean it's just a phone screen. Who could they be looking at and have googly eyes over at? I wondered to myself. That curiosity was little at first but it grew as time went by. I would see people buying things, following the things that their favorite "influencer" wants. I can't believe someone is that powerful to change people's perceptions.

As curiosity finally got the best me. I checked what it was, they were idolizing. Once I looked at them, I knew the reason why they were. All of them were good looking and with bodies that would match a supermodel. They would post very provocatively and wear these skimpy outfits.

At first, why the fuck would these dumb bitches like this? I was expecting these influencers to be smart and at least a good role model to the people that read and see them but all I see is a bunch of washed-up prostitutes that ended up in a picture sharing websites.

"How about I try it too..." I said to myself as I was laying in bed. What if I post pictures of myself like this too. Would people finally notice me and give me attention.

With a little guilt, I took my first picture and created an account at starstagram. It didn't get any engagement at first, though I would get these messages from men that are twice my age. Telling me to send them more pictures and to show more of myself to them. At first, I was disgusted by this, I mean come on. Older men preying on a young girl like me but I was lonely.

At that point, I was just looking for validation and that anyone who gives me attention. I would ultimately follow them without any question since I wasn't used to getting a lot of attention from people and I sort of used that to fill the emptiness in my heart. That hole was caused by me being outcasted and forgotten. For that first time, I felt wanted and appreciated by people.

I continued to post pictures of myself. Doing what the people ordered me to do. They would tell me to wear some type of clothing or would tell me to wear specific accessories and then before I know it, I was actually growing at starstagram and I was actually famous. Once I got back to school, a lot of people noticed me and finally gave me attention.

When back then, they wouldn't even give me the time of day, they would give me all the things I wanted now. The more followers you have, the more respect you get from people. That's what I learned because it was fine to mistreat people below you in our school.

But ever since, I've heard the news about the serial killer, killing starstagram stars. I felt terrified since I know whoever this person is; they are that powerful because they are able to get to every one of the stars. I didn't want to be next so I decided to go to this school to transfer away from my location but somehow.. he found out, even if I wasn't posting my location anywhere. DAMN IT! IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE PEOPLE FROM THAT HOTEL WHO CROWDED ME AND TOOK PICTURES OF ME. THAT'S HOW HE OR SHE FOUND OUT WHERE I AM!

I tried running away from this serial killer, even reporting them to the police but they were useless. They couldn't even trace anything about this person and I could always sense this person watching over me especially at night and back at that hotel. I was scared that if he catches me, I'd be the next one on the list but suddenly.

I saw a little girl. A frail little girl called Celestina who I can just use as a guinea pig for my plans. If she died then that would alert the whole school and the police but... that brother is on the way...