OBJECTIONABLE CONTENT by Aaron M. Wilson

Okay. I thought that I would celebrate my 100th blog post with a short-short story of my own. I'm going out on a limb here, sharing my own writing in this way. Be nice, please.

Enjoy!
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OBJECTIONABLE CONTENT

"All she does is post videos of herself dancing and singing along to pop songs in her bedroom, and yet she has fans (thousands of whom view everything she posts), more than 200 comments on her most recent effort, and an official endorsement from celebrity gossip blogger Perez Hilton." [1]

Jenny Myers logged on to her YouTube account, BlueRaven01. She had one new email. She got up from her desk taking two long steps across her room and locked her door. She looked into the mirror that hung on the back of her door. She wrinkled her nose and shook head.

She picked up a pillow, square covered in orange shag. She held it against her chest as she sat back down in front of her laptop. She looked that the message's subject line, "Flagged for Objectionable Content." She clicked it open.

Dear BlueRaven01,

Your recent video posting “Hot Teen Dance” has been flagged for objectionable content by user gale003.

A “Flag” means that users under the age of 18 will not be able to view your video posting and that all users will need to confirm their age to access it.

If you wish to contest the flag, please click here and fill out the review form and someone from our staff will review your posting and get back to you with a final decision in one to four weeks.

Sincerely,

YouTube

Jenny clicked Delete and the email vanished. She returned to her Homepage. Jenny rubbed the morning out of her eyes. She looked into the mirror. She watched her thin purplish lips mouth the words “objectionable” and “flagged.” She threw the shag pillow at the mirror and turned back to her computer.

She brought up her posted video, 3 minutes 16 seconds. It loaded slowly. She pressed the pause button and watched the red bar grow as her video loaded.

While she waited she flipped open her phone and looked through her texts. David, no way. thx. James, lol. Rick, w Annie. She tossed her phone onto her bed and it disappeared into the waves of black sheets.

She looked at her Google appointments. The Sadie Hawkins dance was Saturday. Jenny's eyes puffed up a little. She sniffled. She ran her fingers through her long black hair streaked with sections of Anime blue.

The video had fully loaded. She pressed play. Jenny watched her self in her room in pink sweat pants that said Runtkin Jr. High across the butt stretched wide and low around her hips and a short white T-shirt. She watched as she swung and rolled her hips to "sexyback." During the second chorus, Jenny watched, wide-eyed, as she pushed the sweats down revealing a tight black thong that disappeared between the pinkish cheeks of her butt; and then she watched as she slipped out of her white T-Shirt showing a lacy black pushup. The chorus was over and Jenny watched as she twisted, turned, and shook. Then she crawled onto her bed for a final pose.
Jenny brushed a tear from her cheek. She checked her hits. 605,052 Visitors, since she had uploaded her video before bed. Jenny smiled and retrieved her webcam hidden in her sock drawer. She turned on some music and started looking through her closet.

[1] Latest YouTube superstar is awkward dancing pre-teen (Video)

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