Teen YouTube Story Time - English - 14yo Girl
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Hi, my name is Vicky. I'm 14. Have you ever felt dependent on something? I can't live an hour without the internet. Someone smokes, someone cannot live without shopping, others constantly chew something and I'm dependent on social networks. Watch my story to the end and you will find out what a person will do if he is abruptly deprived of access to the drug. I live with my parents and they are categorically against social networks. My mother says that soon virtual reality will consume me what these folks understand research. What these folks don't understand. They even do not know how to use smartphone properly. Imagine they only need a phone for phone calls. Do you use all the functions of your gadgets? So the principle of my school is just as old fashioned. She bans students from using the internet during classes as if she doesn't understand that social networks are much more interesting than some rotten physics. I couldn't put up with the ban. I quickly gathered like minded people and organized a real protest. The teachers ignored us. So I decided to draw attention to myself and threw a rock at the gym window. I think I misjudged it a little and the rock flew right straight through the window of the principal's office. Oops. Oh, I got scolded for it. Enraged, the principal called my parents to the school and restart enraged the principal called my parents to the school and said that if I didn't improve, she would expel me and make it so that I wouldn't even be allowed to wash the floors. Have your parents ever been called to school? Then? You will understand me for sure. At home. My dad yelled at me and said that now I would stay in my room for a week without the internet. My dad took my phone laptop and tablet away from me. I was in shock. I didn't think so. I would give them such a nightmare that they would still try to persuade me to return to my virtual world. As soon as dad left mom brought me a drawing kit, a chess set and a chocolate bar. Sweet Gains. Are you kidding me? I decided to go on a hunger strike until I get at least my starter. I decided to go on a hunger strike until I get at least my smartphone back. My stomach was already lum restart. My stomach was already rumbling, but I held my ground to frighten my mother and father, I began to smash up the room. If my dad locked me up, I would just tear the place down. My mother stuck stubbornly. At the door, telling me to at least stop yelling. I enjoyed making my parents angry and hearing my mother jump back. When I kicked the door in the evening, I was practically tired of being locked up. I had the idea of escaping through the window. And why hadn't I thought of that before? My escape was not successful. My father intercepted me as punishment. He locked me in the bathroom and told me it was for my own good. How could he do this to me? Sleeping in the bathroom was terribly uncomfortable in the morning. I felt completely exhausted. I remembered that I hadn't eaten since yesterday. My hunger made me even more angry with my parents to relax a little. I got into hot water research to relax a little. I got into the hot water soon. I thought I heard strange voices. They were clearly somewhere nearby. Was I going mad? No, it's just my torturers talking and laughing in the kitchen as if nothing had happened. They didn't care that their daughter would soon go crazy without the internet while I was lying in the water and catching glitches. One of my parents slipped a note into the door. They told me to meditate. How dare they keep dreaming. I would win back my right to the internet. No matter what it would cost me. I spent the next two hours running around in the bathroom plodding my revenge. How to convince my ancestors that I couldn't live without a smartphone anyway. Nothing more brilliant than to pretend that I felt bad. I did not come up with research anyway. Nothing more brilliant than to pretend that I felt bad. I did not come up with anything better than that. I would make a big noise research anyway. Nothing more brilliant than to pretend that I felt bad. I would make a big noise. I was going to accidentally knock on the door. So my mom would come up and check on me and then I'd pretend to faint. My plan failed, preparing for a demonstration of fainting. I decided to break the mirror with my hand and cut myself badly on the shards. Scared I screamed and started calling for my mother like a little girl. When my mother saw me up in my ears in blood, she almost fainted from fright and immediately began to help me while my mother treated my hand. I was ashamed of my own weakness. So with a clear conscience, I sent my father to help because he offered to read me a fairy tale. I would show him later how to remember about childhood. On the morning of the third day without the internet, I was tired of my own idleness. So I started reading. It had been a long time since I picked up a book, reading fascinates me. And I looked up from the book only in the evening before I went to sleep. I listened to my parents' voices in the kitchen. I wondered what they were talking about, probably about how bad their daughter was. I suddenly remembered how scared they were when they saw my bloodied hand. I think I went too far and treated my parents too harshly. Have you ever regretted your actions? On the fourth day, I decided to stop bullying my parents and change my tactics. I would talk to them, explain to them why I need the internet. And they would definitely meet me halfway for a half a day. I came up with solutions to protest my internet addiction with the pros of life on the internet. I came up quickly but stalled on the cons. I suddenly realized that I didn't know anything about life outside of the virtual world. So for the next two days, I explored real life. I was doing everything I could in a locked room. I cleaned up, finished reading the book, went through my wardrobe and even paint, restart and even finished painting a picture that I had started a year ago. My mother used a clever trick. She made my favorite pancakes with strawberries. I almost thanked her. But then I remembered that I was offended and my rebellion wasn't over yet. On the sixth night of my detention, I couldn't sleep. I suddenly thought how I could allow myself to relax. My parents were waiting for me to give up my position. They just didn't care. What I thought they had locked me up here like a criminal and they brought me food by the hour, like in a prison, angry again, I decided to escape from custody. This time, I would take everything into account and my plan wouldn't fail. I went into the bathroom, turned on both taps and put the plug. Let's see how they would deal with the flood. The water was rising fast. I was already ankle deep in water. I hoped my parents would like the ceiling shower. Half an hour later, my parents ran into my room while my father was busy with the taps and my mother was fussing. I quickly ran out the open doors. When I saw my phone on the kitchen table, I immediately grabbed it and ran out of the house after running away from the house for half a kilometer. I safely disguised behind garbage cans and finally went online. Well, I was in isolation. My friend, my friends managed to post so many new photos. I couldn't get that many likes in my entire life. Now, I didn't even notice that I'd been on the internet for hours. Damn. What had I become? I was sitting in the trash and liking photos. There was probably water all over the house by now. What if mom and dad couldn't do it without me? I was the one who caused the flood with my own hands and we had only recently finished repairs. It was dark. When I got home, I slipped through the door and peered into the kitchen. Dad and mom drank their coffee in silence. Restart. Dad and mom drank their coffee in silence. They were tired. Restart. Dad and mom drank their coffee in silence. They were tired. They had circles under their eyes and mom looked tearful. I didn't even pay attention to it. I was very ashamed of my indifference. I plucked up the courage to apologize. My father didn't scold me. My parents invited me to the table and my father made me a coffee. When my mother saw that I was all right. She brightened up. It turned out that dad as a teenager also almost flooded the house. It infuriated him that his parents wouldn't let him go to a rock concert. So we decided to start a flood in protest. Yes, it must be hereditary. We chatted for more than an hour. I never thought my parents were so interesting. You can laugh at dad jokes to the point of tears. Restart. You can laugh at dad's joke to the point of tears. And mom recently watched a movie I had only heard about, I didn't even know she was following the latest movies to patch things up. We decided to go to the movies as a family. It was interesting because I used to watch movies only on the internet when I woke up on the seventh day I felt for the first time that I didn't go to social networks, even though my phone was lying peacefully next to my bed. My dad hadn't taken it away. Previously. I would have been previously, I would have immediately started writing to friends and viewing the accounts of friends. But now I decided to turn off the phone altogether. So as not to be distracted after all, they say that meditation requires concentration and concentration. After seven days without internet, I realized that the Real World was not as boring as I thought I used to be some kind of robot that could only post and count likes. Now I can spend time with a family that loves me and needs me. I'm still ashamed in front of my parents for behaving. So terribly fortunately, they forgave me. I would very much like you to be able to spend time with your family and friends and in reality, not online. If you like my story, then like and subscribe to the channel. Enjoy each and every day.