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The bell rang.
A girl with way too much makeup and an even
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worse attitude got to her feet faster than the
teacher. She strutted towards me, a pack of
girls, all mean–mugging, following her.
According to the diary, this was probably the
ringleader, Tiffany.
She’d been behind most of the bullying, Lily’s
troubles all started with her.
Tiffany tossed her head back and nodded to
her cronies. They grabbed me and dragged.
me into the bathroom.
In the stinky bathroom, two girls grabbed my
arms, ready to dunk my head in the toilet.
Tiffany’s voice, grating and shrill, made my
skin crawl.
“Lily, you think you can go against me? You
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think I won’t send those pictures to Brad?”
“What are you waiting for? Do it!” she
screamed.
The girls holding me tried to force me down,
but I wasn’t budging. When Tiffany looked like
she was about to explode, that’s when I
moved.
I jerked free and before she knew what was
happening, I had her hair in my fist.
The pain made her gasp. I shoved her head
into the sink. I kept her there, even when she
was fighting, until her face was red and
swollen.
The girls were staring, mouths agape.
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I kept dunking her, until her face was all puffy
and her makeup was smudged. I finally let go.
Tiffany was coughing and gasping for breath
on the floor, her eyes full of rage. She looked
a mess, eyeliner all over her face.
“You bitch! How dare you do that to me?”
“You think I won’t post your photos and
videos? Let the school see what a nasty slut
you are!”
Her words stopped when I ripped her shirt off.
“You’re crazy!” she yelled.
I kept going. Tiffany tried to cover herself but
I pulled her hands away. Then I grabbed my
phone, turned on the flash, and started
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snapping pictures.
Her face was contorted with fear.
I held the phone up to her face, forcing her to
see her pathetic expression.
“So, still wanna take nude photos of other
people? Still want to threaten me with them?
Bet your parents would just love to see you
now.”
Tiffany panicked. She got on her knees,
crying, “I’m sorry, please, I beg you, just
delete them. Please don’t let my parents
see!”
I smiled. Lily had probably begged just like
this. But did they show her any mercy?
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I stepped back, watching as she fumbled for
her shirt.
“Delete the photos, or I can’t promise where
your nudes might end up.”
I waggled my phone at her.
Tiffany grabbed her own phone and deleted
the photos. She knows I’m capable of it.
Once it was done, Tiffany held her phone up for me to check. “It’s gone, I promise, and
you delete mine too.”
I didn’t even glance at it.
“I wouldn’t stoop to your low tactics.”
Tiffany visibly relaxed a little, but her eyes
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flashed hate. She was not going to let this go.
I opened the bathroom door.
A crowd of onlookers filled the hallway,
staring at Tiffany on her knees. Some were
already recording it. No one could understand
how meek Lily had suddenly turned into this
person.
I scanned the crowd. This was just the start.
