"Time for bed, Emmie," Mom says pulling one earbud out of my ear.

"Goodnight. Love you," I say.

I go into my room and get under the covers. I just kinda lay there. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I watch my ceiling fan go around in circles. 5 minutes after my parents door clicks shut I sit up in bed. I swing my feet over the edge and turn on my light. Another night without sleep.

I get on my phone and go to Instagram. I try to find the girl that was bullying me earlier today. Her name is Hope. I scroll through all her photos. Maybe if I follow her she'll be nicer to me. Maybe if I try to make an effort to be friends with her she'll be friends with me.

Before I really think about it, I click the follow button. She immediately follows me back. Maybe she does want to be friends with me.

I turn Netflix on and start watching Sherlock. Before I know it I've watched almost all 3 seasons of Sherlock. But then Dad comes into my room.

"Emmie," He says. "You're already awake!"

I lost track of time... "yeah, I wanted to wake up and watch an episode of Sherlock." I smile.

He smiles back. "It's time to get up, Sweetie."

...

I walk off the bus and into school. I walk up to Hope and try to be nice. "Hey," I say. "I saw you followed me back on Instagram. Maybe we can hang out sometime after school"

She glares at me. "Why would I ever want to be friends with you?" I open mouth to say something back but I can't think of anything to say. "Exactly. I don't want to."

Before she walks away she hits my books up making them fall.

...

I come home from school. Mom and Dad ask me how it was. I lie. It's easier to lie.