Annika Tharp stared in disbelief, slightly disoriented and rather perplexed.

She pinched herself.

It hurt.

Aaaaand the follow request was still there.

On her phone screen.

In front of her eyes.

She pinched herself again.

doug1as requested to follow you on Instagram

Still dazed, she unlocked her phone.

Then she opened Instagram.

Then she followed him.

Then she allowed him to follow her.

Then she dropped her phone on her bed.

Then she sat down on the bed, staring into nothing.

. . .

And then she starting shrieking at the top of her lungs while jumping around and up and down like some cocaine infused maniac.

It was just very, slightly terrifying.

Her mother burst into the room, eyes wide with terror.

"What is going on? Who is being murdered? Annika, why are you behaving like a chicken would with its head cut off? And what is that God awful sound emitting from you?"

Annika didn't stop to explain.