"How often do you plan on going viral?" my mother asked as she watched the video on her phone.
One of the employees from the store had grabbed the security footage of my encounter with those three dark magic users and had released it onto the internet. The video had gone megaviral in less than a day.
"At this rate, you're going to be the most famous teenager in the world. If you're already not," she said as she lowered the phone from her face. The bottom half of her face was still covered but I could see her eyes as they glared at me.
"Mommy, I want to be famous too!" Rubi said as she was chasing Violet around the living room.
Taking my shoes off, I placed them on the rack near the door and shrugged. "I was just there to buy my glasses. I didn't ask to be attacked or for somebody to upload the footage."
"I'm not blaming you," she replied. "I'm just stating a simple fact."
But doesn't asking me how often I "plan" to go viral imply that it's on purpose?
