Rumors spread stating she transferred somewhere else, but there was no evidence to back that claim up. When lunch rolled around, me and a few others decided to message her through Facebook to pass the time. Things like; “To embarrassed to come back lmao?” and “Did you really transfer, or are you crying under your bed right now” were two messages I very distinctly remember seeing others send her. While laughing, I wrote up my own abusive messages along with them, obviously mindful not to be noticed by a teacher. This cyber-attack went on through the whole day, barking and snapping at her no matter what she had to fire back with. She was outnumbered and that made us feel even more confident. She was a Terrier being pinned up against a pack of Doberman, and we could tell she knew that. Eventually, she had us all blocked, but that didn’t stop us from moving to her other socials. We made new numerous social media accounts just to target her. To be honest, I was scared a teacher would confront us, but she never confided in anyone about the online altercations. She never once snitched on us. Suddenly lunch became less about eating and more about the teasing, coming together to find ludicrous insults to throw. We were the batters hitting balls of insults so hard, they made a home run of hitting too close to home on her …show more content…
The moment those last words came out of my mouth, was the same moment I prayed I could take them back. In all truth, i have never once been phenomenal at reading someone’s expressions, but I will never forget the first time I witnessed true hurt spread across someone’s face. Consequently, I was thrown to the side so hard I almost toppled onto the floor, as she ran directly toward the hall doors leading outside. Teachers and students noticed the escapee, and sprinted after her, and I felt my own feet sprinting off the ground too. I pushed past students and hurried to my class as fast as I could. I made a huge mistake, and it was going to catch up eventually. After a few hours, nobody came up to me in class, and I was never called to the office even when Brianna was brought back inside. She never snitched, and that fact weighed on me all through the night that day. I couldn’t sleep with a million thoughts invading my head. Before finally being able to doze off at 3am, I decided to message her on Facebook asking if she was alright, and then dozed back off into a haze of my anxiety and