Send a word and I'll write a drabble based on the below scenario.

Prompt word: Columba: My muse lashes out.

Takes place just after "HappyHolograms"

"Shelly, it's time for dinner!" Sharon called.

Shelly scooted her chair away from her desk. She had been hard at work, erasing everything Lorde-related from her YouTube and streaming playlists, unfollowing Lorde and muting her name on all of her social media, and deleting every single tweet, Facebook status, and Instagram post relating to her former idol.

Shelly had no desire to be anywhere near her family and had spent the last few days holed up in her room during mealtimes, but her mother's sympathy had quickly run out. Sharon had threatened to confiscate Shelly's phone if she didn't come downstairs and, in her words, "join the land of the living."

Why even bother? It's not like anybody is going to be texting me anyways, Shelly thought bitterly. Her girl friends had been giving her the cold shoulder ever since word got out that her dad was Lorde. As if it was her fault that he was fucking embarrassing.

Shelly stormed into the dining room and took her usual seat next to Stan. He blanched at the death glare that she threw at him.

The family silently dug into their meal. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Okay, I can't take this anymore!" Randy burst out after a few minutes, turning to his daughter. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry?"

Shelly glowered in response.

"It has been a week, Shelly," Sharon cut in. "Are you going to give us the silent treatment forever?"

"Like you even care," Shelly muttered, finally speaking up for the first time in days.

"Of course we care!" her mother gasped. "Why on earth would you think otherwise?"

Shelly blinked back the hot, angry tears sprang to her eyes. She wasn't going to give her family the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "You're all full of shit! It's obvious where I stand in this stupid family!"

"What in God's name are you talking about?" Sharon asked.

"Everybody else knew about Dad being Lorde! Even the turd!" Shelly gestured to her brother. "Even Grandpa and he probably forgot as soon as you told him! Why did everybody keep it from me?"

"I WANTED TO TELL YOU, SHELLY!" Randy howled. "I just - I couldn't -"

"We didn't know how to tell you," Sharon finished. "You idolized Lorde so much and we didn't want you to be disappointed."

"YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME BEFORE I REALLY GOT INTO HER!" Shelly shouted. "AT LEAST I WOULDN'T HAVE WASTED ALL OF MY TIME AND MONEY AND LOST MY FRIENDS!"

Randy rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen! You can still listen to her music."

Shelly felt her blood boil. She couldn't even look at her dad. He never paid any attention to her. He never bothered to reach out to her. He openly and blatantly favored the turd over her. He didn't even attempt to understand her.

That's why this hurt so much. Lorde just got her. Whenever Shelly listened to her music, she didn't feel so alone. All of this time, her father did have the capacity to relate to her and he could only do so through some stupid persona.

"Fuck. You." Shelly growled.

"Shelly Marsh, you watch your language!" Sharon barked.

"NO! Fuck you too! And fuck you, turd! Fuck Grandpa too!"

Shelly shoved her chair aside and sprinted to her room, slamming the door behind her.

As she threw herself onto her bed, her eyes wandered towards the blank space on the wall where her Lorde poster once proudly hung.

This time, she made no attempt to stop the tears that had started to stream down her cheeks.