Storytime: The Great Fake ID Accusation

Mood: Nostalgic, Bittersweet, Funny in Hindsight, Just a Hint of Petty

Okay, today’s energy? Full-on storytelling. Grab your snacks, because this isn’t just a story—it’s a tale of betrayal, midterms, suspicious accusations, and an emotional plot twist. And yeah, some parts are still hilarious in hindsight.

Let’s roll it back to 10th grade. I wasn’t exactly a loner—I mean, I got along with everyone. But I only had two actual best friends, the kind who knew what kind of chaos I’d stir up before I even said anything. Then came 11th grade. New section, unfamiliar faces, and I felt like a transfer student in my own school. The only people I vaguely knew were four girls from my old class. Let’s call them Joyce, Halo, Ree, and Lotus.

I naturally gravitated toward them because… well, familiarity. We weren’t close before, just classmates who nodded at each other during roll call. But that changed fast. Within a month, we were sharing snacks, gossip, and way too many inside jokes. Joyce and I especially got close—we were basically joined at the hip. And then entered Terra. She fit in seamlessly, and suddenly, we were a little squad.

Meanwhile, my old best friends? Yeah… not really there anymore. I kept reaching out, but it felt like I’d been replaced. They already had their new trio going. I was sad at first but also okay because I wasn’t alone. We still stayed in touch, met up now and then, and there were no hard feelings—just that sad space where closeness used to be.

Now enter 12th grade. The real senior year. Everyone knew I was chronically online—like Tumblr-stalking, Discord-ranting, blog-writing level online. So obviously, I had online besties. It was a thing.

During midterms, my mom—being the absolute savage she is—confiscated my phone and laptop to save me from myself. Honestly? She had a point. I was spiraling into distraction. So, I gave in. But that meant I couldn’t talk to my online friends.

So I asked Joyce to message them, just say I’ll be MIA for a bit. Totally casual. I even told her, “It’s fine if you keep talking to them.” I trusted her.

And then—suddenly—radio silence. From all of them—Joyce, Halo, Ree, and Lotus. No texts. No calls. No eye contact at school. Like I had become invisible. I tried asking, “Hey, what’s going on?” but they flat out ignored me. Stone-cold. And that silence lasted a whole month.

I cried about it. Genuinely. I talked to my mum, who—bless her heart—said, “Ignore them back. Don’t beg people who don’t respect you.” So I took her advice. I blocked them. Left the group chat. Tried to move on.

Then came the lunch break of doom. These girls literally cornered me—yes, like it was a high school movie. “We want to confront you about something,” they said, forming a whole semi-circle.

I nodded, confused. Joyce—sweet, smiling, used-to-be-my-best-friend Joyce—goes, “Your online friends? They’re fake, right? Just your alternate IDs?”

EXCUSE ME??? MA’AM??

I stood there like, Are you even hearing yourself?? These were people I had video called, sent voice notes to, actual living humans who’d talked to my sister. Did they think I was secretly a tech genius with a voice-changing software and the time to catfish myself FOR YEARS?

And they weren’t done. They said my pictures were “from Pinterest.” Girl. GIRL. I literally have a Pinterest account. That’s where I save my own moodboards and soft aesthetics. You’re accusing me of reposting my own pictures?

Joyce was legit yelling in front of everyone like she was auditioning for a drama club production of Mean Girls: The Musical. My classmates were staring like it was live entertainment. And me? I was just trying not to cry or scream or both.

After that? I became a total loner. I didn’t trust anyone. I didn’t speak unless I had to. I went from confidently giving speeches in front of the school to barely being able to lift my eyes off the floor. They didn’t just embarrass me—they chipped away at the confidence I’d built over years.

And yet? Now it’s one of those stories my family laughs about around dinner. Like, “Remember when Minnie was accused of talking to herself with fake IDs?” HAHA, hilarious now that I’ve survived it.

Now? I’ve got two ride-or-die online besties. Real ones. The kind who text back when I overthink, who hype me up when I post a selfie, and who don’t accuse me of being five people at once. They’ve filled that gap way better than anyone at school ever did.

So yes, I have no IRL friends anymore. But I’ve got love. And I’ve got people who believe in me.

And sometimes? That’s more than enough.

Love,
Minnie💋