Brad was definitely involved in my sister’s
death.
It was a calculated bullying campaign.
They set my sister up.
I wasn’t the first, I’m sure.
I got around school, and everyone was afraid
to talk.
The students had either transferred, or just
ended their lives.
It was hard to find solid evidence
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But then I met the girl again, and things got
easier.
Her name was Zoe. She said that she had
joined Tiffany’s group.
The bullies had a private group chat.
A place to post their victims‘ videos.
I found my sister’s videos there.
They’d edited the clips, making it into some
sick form of entertainment, with mean
comments underneath.
I saved all of it, an invite to hell for them all.
Back in class, Tiffany’s desk was empty.
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The next day, I dropped a bomb.
I posted a video on the school forum.
It was a clip of Tiffany’s mom in bed with
someone.
It was taken down in less than three minutes,
but people saved it, sharing it in secret.
Within a day, the whole school knew.
When Tiffany came back to class, she was
clueless.
Then her friends told her.
I could hear her screaming as I was walking
out of the bathroom.
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“That’s not me! Stop looking! I’ll kill you!”
She was like a demon, hair a mess, face
twisted.
Then she saw me. She looked like she was
about to explode.
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She instead grabbed Zoe from the next class,
and slapped her in front of everyone.
“You’re behind this, aren’t you?”
Zoe said the truth with no emotion.
“You think it’s a lie? Your mom is a whore.
You’re no better. You killed my mom and now you’re trying to kill me? No way! I’ll drag you all to hell with me.”
Zoe looked at me, mouthing:
“Avenge me.”
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I didn’t see Zoe again.
But the rumors were spreading like wildfire.
The video went viral.
Tiffany was the school’s bad girl.
Her mom came to school, trying to make it
stop.
I kept refreshing the news.
The posts kept showing up, then
Someone was trying to make it stop.
I bought some social media bots, and kept
posting the evidence.
Tiffany was toast.
She got harassed online, and her home address was leaked. People were making
threatening calls and sending crazy videos.
Brad had been trying to get close, it was so
gross.
But he hadn’t talked to me all day. I knew
something was up.
I set up a meet.
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“You busy tonight?”
Everyone looked at me, surprised.
While they were distracted, I snuck a recorder
in his bag.
Then I looked Brad in the eye.
He smiled.
“Sorry, I can’t, I have things to do. Maybe
tomorrow?”
I didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
I walked out.
