Catfishing my Best Friends Little Sister

Being an introvert has its pro's and con's just like any choice in life. Major pro is being able to accomplish my personal goals with very few distractions. Con, no distractions. Life can get boring with no social life or friends to do things with. Watching strangers lives through social media platforms isnt as entertaining as one would think. Reading every book in my families impressive library, even the educational books isn't exactly a life goal of mine but I still did it. Watching every movie known to man defiantly wasn't my dream as I child but I have still done it. Now getting my Masters degree in Marketing was a huge goal of mine but doing it in three years was thanks to my introvert ways. Getting a degree in Marketing had always been on my radar because after all it is the family business. Both of my parents had come from money but together they built an empire. My two older brothers had follow suit as well. Rodney is the oldest and runs all the finances along with all the legal portions of the businesses. Mitchell is the middle child and the architect/contractor for all the new buildings and properties. Then you have me, Stella the youngest. The marketing brains behind the scenes. Rodney closes the deal, Mitchell builds and I tell them what to put there base off the area. We all love what we do and so far it's been great. I don't care where or what they buy. Mitchell just loves to build and I swear Rodney gets his kicks off of closing the deals. Our parents couldn't be happier. Everyone wins. Right? Is I lay in my bed with the morning sun peaking through my closed black out curtains I think of my life. Ive spent the last five years behind a computer screen either doing school work or business. Ive missed out on my early twenties and I don't know if Im okay with that. I could have backpacked across Europe like Mitchell had or boated to china on a Yaht for summer break like Rodney but I didn't do any of that. I hid myself from the world after a horrible heartbreak and it had been the last straw for me. My family had understood my needs. They supported my choices and I was beyond greatful for them. Its not fear that has kept me here. It was the life that came with what our family has built. The leachs that wore human skin claiming to be your friends. The constant judgement and maintaning the cliche perfection. Everyone was waiting for you to fail. I refused to deal with it anymore. Now don't get me completley wrong here. Im not a true 100% introvert. I do occasionally leave the house. Family dinners, some store openings, family events and the occasional visit to the Mall. I do like to avoid people at any cost though. Is hard for me to really trust that they have good intensions or not. I've always been nieve, it's not skill I've mastered yet. Since I still live at home with my parents, it gets lonely when they're gone on trips which has been nonstop lately so I turn to social media. Of coarse my profile doesn't have my real name or any ties to my family. Instead of multi-billionair Stella Knight from New York City. I am Stella MacLee a small town girl from Camden, Ohio. I use my current pictures because Ive changed a lot since high school so not a whole lot of people really know exactly who I am. One tabloid actually thought I was Mitchells girlfriend because I had been in hiding for about a year. He had just gone to the bookstore with me. Now it's a bad family joke. Rodney won't let it go. A knock on the door startles me right up. "Who is it?" I yell and I pull off my covers before getting out of bed. "Your amazing brother with breakfast." I hear Mitchell behind the door. I go over and open it to see his hands full. I grab a coffee and move out of the doorway to let him in. He goes over to my couch and begins taking out delicious smelling baked goods onto the coffee table. I sip my latte and put my hand on my hip waiting for him to finish. "Before I fall for this trap, what do you want?" Mitchell smiled brightly at me. "Dear sister what do you mean?" I could see right threw him. "We've been stuck together our whole lives and the only time you bring me sweets is when you need a favor. So just ask it because I can literally taste that chocolate crossant." Mitchell ran a hand through his dark brown hair, a trait both of my brothers gained from our father. While I took after our mom with the blonde hair. "Well I really need your help with this new building we just closed on." I set a croissant on a napkin in front of me as I joined him on the couch. "What do you mean? You have never had issues with a build." "Well based on your research it'd be best for a women's clothing store." He said as he leaned back. "I'm not really 100 % sure on the design. I can't make it like the rest because it's better for an older clientele. Well most of the other stores are for every age." I listen as I nibble on my croissant. Mitchell has always known how to butter me up. "Okay so I'd suggest making it like the others but have mom in mind when you design. It's for women in her age group. Forty-five to sixty-five age. I personally wouldn't build it to a hip atmosphere but more of a welcoming one. Maybe do something modern rustic?" "Dude!" He said and jumped up off the couch. "I really like that. Okay you enjoy your breakfast. I have a ton of ideas I want to experiment with now. Thanks sis." And with that he rushed out of the room in a hurry. I shake my head and sip my coffee. Mitchell is two years older than me well, Rodney's four years older than me so we naturally don't have the best relationship but Mitchell on the other hand is my rock. He's always included me and had my back well Rodney was a little more in his own world. Yes we all got along but Mitchell was my best friend. I don't care if that sounds lame because it's true. My big brother is my best friend. There, I said it. I finish my breakfast in silence and decide to get ready for the day. I honestly had nothing to really get done. A little bit of work but nothing that was pressed for time. After my shower I decided to get on f*******:. This was a norm for me. Watching other peoples lives through a computer screen. The downfall of being a different person online means I really don't know a whole lot of people that I'm even looking at. Random people I've met through chat groups or the people I've added for no reason other than to have more friends on my list. It's pathetic. I fully agree but this is what I do to pass the time. I would much rather be a nobody to a long list of anonymous people than out in that toxic world full time. I tried it out there and I didn't enjoy it one bit. As soon as people heard my name they clung to me. They did whatever they had to do to be my friend. Not one of them was a sincere friend. Not one of them really cared how I felt or what I was going through. My life has been great but I've never felt right living it. I'm not strong like the rest of my family. I can't cut it out there and that's okay. I take things to heart and I do let my guard down easily but the way I am has gotten me hurt more than enough times. It's easier for me to stay here in this house than it is for me to actually engage in a real friendships or human companionship. I can't target the bad people who surround me until it's too late. My ex-boyfriend of two years cheated on me with my so-called best friend our senior year at high school. Come to find out that it was happening the whole time and everyone knew, just no one told me. They all loved when I would take them shopping or on vacations. They loved me picking them up every day in a nice car. They loved the gifts, the house I lived in, and even my family but they didn't love me. They didn't care and that hurts. After high school I began college straight away. I decided to take mostly online classes and one or two in class lessons. As soon as the professor said my name, it was over for me. All the girls who had peaked in high school clung to me. The guys all swarmed around us like mosquitoes. I had enough after a month and switched to fully online. I never liked the attention. I never asked for it. All I asked for was friends. People I could actually talk to. People I could trust and be around. Company that actually enjoyed being around me for me, not my parents' money and fame. I excelled in college because of the lack of disturbances. I didn't have any parties to attend or dinners to get ready for. I didn't have the worries of if some guy I just met likes me or not. I was free to do what I pleased and completing my goals one at a time is how I did it. My life may look boring but this is how I choose to spend it. Scrolling through random peoples feeds and adding people that f*******: recommends for me. It's just more annomious faces that I blankly stare at every day. People watching but virtually.