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I WALKED THROUGH THE HALLWAY!
chuck was standing at his locker.
i glared at him as i passed by, and immediately made my way towards adam.
adam reed.
he's so fucking stupid. he can't even read. i think he's illiterate.
i knew he was the one who made that stupid account. i didn't care at first, but the rumors got worse and actually mattered.
i glanced downwards at my phone, which contained the stupid instagram post.
a picture of me at a funeral. how did they even get that fucking picture?
the caption of the post was 'she's insane. i think she killed her mom!'
my mom left because she was a bad mom. that has nothing to do with me, and it's not my fault.
i slammed adams locker shut.
"hi, cherry." he began, with sarcastic cheer lacing his voice.
"shut the fuck up, adam. you talk so much shit behind your fucking greasy ass screen, spreading these fucking dumbass rumors about me. i'm gonna fucking kill you." i ranted.
adan's face fell.
"what are you talking about?" he said, as if i was insane.
"you spread a rumor i killed my fucking mom!" i shoved the screen in his face.
"i don't even have instagram!" he pulled out his phone.
there was nothing there. i checked google, searching for an open instagram tab, nothing.
his camera roll was full of pictures of himself. his notes app was empty.
he didn't even have snapchat.
"why would i make an account dedicated to you?" adam asked.
i stared at the floor.
i'm so stupid. this is actually embarrassing.
literally someone shoot me.
i'm gonna vomit. no one ever speak to me ever again.
i'm gonna shove a stick up my ass.
i'm calling my dad.
i'm gonna move away. never coming back.
"my mom told me to be nice to you, and i agreed, but you're a fucking bitch." adam glared.
"i'm sorry." i said. it was all i could manage.
i just basically insulted adam everyday of my life in a weak attempt of bullying him, for no reason.
