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This is the first chapter of the reoccuring story I was telling you about. Feedback, please?

Love on the Web: Robin Olsen

Robin Olsen knew she shouldn’t complain about her life so much. She had it better than most of the students at West River High School. She was popular, had many friends, was on the cheerleading squad, and had a boyfriend. She had parents who were still married and had money. Though she had a good life, Robin felt emptiness in her heart. She couldn’t understand why, but there was something missing.

It was a Tuesday night, and Robin was at Addison Buckley’s house for the weekly cheer squad spa night. The captain of the squad set aside Tuesdays as a way for members to bond over manicures, facials, smoothies, and gossip. Robin sat on a red beanbag chair in the living room slurping a Blueberry Heaven smoothie. Her fingers and toes, painted in Cherry Blossom pink, were dry. Bored, she got up and excused herself, making her way to the bathroom. Once there, she closed the door and turned to the mirror.

She’d been told she was pretty countless times in her life, but she disagreed. Examining her reflection, she cringed at the way her shoulder-length brunette hair hung lazily around her face. Not even her side swept bangs could animate it. Although her small rounded nose and pouty lips gave her oval-shaped face an innocent appearance, her brown eyes rebelled with an air of maturity. Discontent, she sighed and returned to the living room.

Later that night, when spa night had ended, Robin returned home and sat down at her computer. The empty feeling had returned, and she felt the need to vent her feelings. Signing onto Facebook, she ventured onto an application known as Bathroom Wall. Usually, Robin enjoyed reading the strange and interesting anonymous posts of others, but today, she was here to post one of her own.

“I feel like something in my life is missing, but idk what or why. Everything is perfect, but there is a hole in my heart. No one I know would understand.
-R Baby”

She didn’t expect to get an answer. Her post wasn’t appealing in the least. She waited a few minutes, but received nothing. After a half an hour had gone by, she decided to check once more before she went to bed. Refreshing the page for the final time, she was surprised to see a reply. The content of it was even more shocking.

“I feel exactly the same way.
-Wellnold_16”

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Lyncheh

I'm interested to read more if it turns out the replier is a serial killer and/or rapist, and the further installments are intensely gory/graphic.

If not..meh.

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noodlespirit

I actually would love to do that. Unfortunately, knowing my school.....
Besides, the preppies would want it. -ick-
And we are supposed to write what our readers want to read. >_<
But maybe I'll write a horror version just for you, Lyncheh. =)

I also need help with a name. The one I have currently, Love on the Web, isn't permanent, but I figured I needed something for the time begin. =)

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Lyncheh

Love Two Point Oh.

After the song.

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noodlespirit

Ooh, I actually like that name...=o
Mind if I steal?
I'll ask the editor of my section first. ^_^

Oh, and I've decided I'm going to make a horror version for you Lyncheh. =D

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noodlespirit

“I feel exactly the same way.
-Wellnold_16”

Robin sat gaping at the comment on her screen. Not only did someone actually respond, but he or she understood how she felt. She had to reply. She had to talk to this person.
“I’m glad I’m not alone,” she typed. “It feels like I’m so lost in this world.” He replied, and the two stuck up a conversation that lasted for hours.
Wellnold, a guy, was a junior in high school, just like Robin. He lived with his mom in an apartment, and was an only child. He got straight A’s, was a skateboarder, and was on medication for clinical depression.
Robin shared her life with him; he shared his life with her. It wasn’t until 1:30 a.m. that she began to feel drowsy. She explained to Wellnold that she needed sleep, and he agreed. They exchanged email addresses, said goodnight, and went to bed.

The next morning, after getting ready for school, Robin sat down at her computer and signed on to her email account. She had a new message from maxwella_16@yahoo.com. She knew it was from Wellnold, and opened it excitedly.
“R Baby,
I’m glad to have met you. It’s nice to make a new friend every once in a while. I hope we can continue to talk. I will be on after school. I hope we can talk then.
Wellnold_16”

At school that morning, Robin met up with her two best friends, Sarah Cabrera and Kayla Star. As they walked the halls of West River High School, lockers slammed, students rushed to classes, and the football players talked strategy for that week’s game. Heading to their first class, English, Robin, Sarah, and Kayla twisted and turned around various groups crowding the narrow halls. Robin, who took the lead, managed to squeeze past two tall basketball players. Just as she broke free from the crowds, she collided with another student. She fell back into one of the basketball players. He caught her and helped her back up, but Robin was steaming. As she turned to face who collided with her, she met eyes with Max Arnold, another junior.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright?”
Looking at him, something suddenly clicked in her mind. Max Arnold. Maxwell Arnold. Wellnold.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasped. “Wellnold!"

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Lyncheh

stuck up -> struck up?

Also, Wellnold. Wellnold. I sincerely hope he drops the name.

I wouldn't personally buy the whole 'OMG IT TOTALLY JUST CLICKED YOU'RE THAT GUY I WAS TALKING TO ONLINE' thing just from recalling his name, but maybe that's just me. Like I don't really think it's realistic even when it's more obvious. If someone met you at a party and said they were ____ Lynch, I doubt you'd go WTF..'LYNCH'? ..WAIT, IT'S LYNCHEH! (The internet is a big place, bit random to assume that someone you've talked to on a chatroom is going to be a person you happen to meet IRL.) If in the next chapter he's like WTF, who the hell is Wellnold, then disregard this paragraph.;D

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noodlespirit

I probably would. Well, not say it right out, but get very very very suspicious.

I have no idea what I'm doing in the next chapter, but this just kind of gave me inspiration...=D

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noodlespirit

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped. “Wellnold!”
The boy looked confused for a moment. Then, his face turned to one of shock. “You’re R Baby?”
Robin nodded. “That’s right.”
She never expected Wellnold to be a member of her school’s student body. Max Arnold wasn’t exactly the kind of guy she wanted to become friends with. He had a reputation for his lack of anger management. He hung out around school grounds after school with his skateboarding buddies. He always work dark colors and had an eerie appearance.
Kayla Star, one of Robin’s friends who stood at her side, glared at Max. “You are so rude. How can you just bump into her like that?”
“Yeah,” Sarah Cabrera, her other friend, spoke up. “You could have hurt her!”
Rolling her eyes, Robin explained, “I’m fine, you two.” She gave an apologetic grin to Max. “This is sort of unexpected. I didn’t know you went to West River.”
“I didn’t know you did either,” he agreed, nodding. He smiled back and for a moment, he didn’t seem as creepy as everyone made him out to be.
Unfortunately, at that moment, the bell rang. Giving Max a quick wave, Robin left with her friends and rushed to English.

It wasn’t until after school, while Robin was at her locker, that she saw Max again. He approached her at her locker, a pleasant look on his face. “What happens now that the secret is out?” he asked her.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I guess we could go to Starbucks and talk for a bit, if you want.”
Before he could answer her, Robin’s boyfriend, Travis Hunter, came up from behind her, grabbed Max, and shoved him against a locker. “Leave my girlfriend alone.”

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Lyncheh

I guess there are fewer Irish over there than I thought.

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