GABRIEL***“Open up, man,” Harry said as he continued pounding on the door.I was seated at the foot of my bed, wondering how the roof over my head hadn’t already caved in. my world was crashing down, why wasn’t the real world in shambles? Why was real life going on oblivious to the fact that my life was falling apart? Was that fair? It didn’t feel fair. It didn’t feel right.“Go away,” I said, “I want to be alone.”“I’ll let you be alone any other day, just not today, okay? Open up, man. I’m not leaving until you do.I got up and went to the door. If I knew anything about Harry, it was the fact that he meant what he said. I opened the door and he hugged me immediately.“I heard what happened. I am so sorry,” he said.I tried my best not to cry. I couldn’t cry in front of him. I needed to keep it together.I needed to, but he kept saying that he was sorry and he kept patting my back and I couldn’t hold in my feelings for much longer. I let myself cry. My life had already fallen apart

Bakersville High School“What’s going on?” Emily asked Julie as they walked to their next class.She knew the feeling all too well, she was being talked about. It hadn’t happened in such a long time and she couldn’t help but wonder what this was about. She couldn’t pinpoint anything that had happened in the recent past that warranted such behavior from the rest of the school.“I don’t know,” Julie said, looking around, throwing mean looks here and there to discourage all the people that were whispering amongst themselves and laughing.It worked for the most part and they were able to make it to class. Emily couldn’t focus on her class. Her mind was going around in circles. She was scared, what was this about? Had she done something? Said something? Was it an outfit she had worn? Was it that day’s outfit?She looked down at herself- she hadn’t worn anything out of her usual attire. She couldn’t place a finger on why she was the topic of discussion yet again and it bothered her. It was

GABRIEL***“It has to be them, I know it,” I said, pacing around my room.I was excited. Now that I had gotten over all the emotions that had come with being exposed, it had come easily to me. Of course, it was them. This had to be what they had threatened to expose me for. They were the only ones with a motive.I just needed to find out who they were and hopefully get to have a conversation with them. Maybe reaching some sort of agreement would make them delete the post or write a new one saying I had apologized. I had texted Harry immediately after I had found that out and then I had called Emily.She knew who the person was. Hadn’t she worked together with them before we agreed to stop the whole thing? She just needed to tell me who she was and I would be well on my way to rebuilding what I had broken myself. I was feeling hopeful. I hoped she would listen and at least agree to make another post if she didn’t agree to take down the other one.I was realizing that I was going to ha

GABRIEL***It was too bad that Emily hadn’t interacted directly with the person who was sending those texts out to us. I had been discouraged, but I wouldn't let that stop me. Harry wouldn’t let that stop me. He had been such an encouragement this whole time and I wasn't going to let him down by giving up easily.We would get to the bottom of things and everything would be okay just like he said it would. I didn’t believe it for myself, but I did for his sake. He was convinced that things would work out and I hoped they would. I couldn’t help but think about the timing of what had happened. It had happened just after I had talked to Emily, after our kiss.It was just after I had told her that I didn't want to play games any more after she had agreed. Could that be what caused the whole thing to go up in flames? Could the person have misunderstood her reason for stopping as Emily betrayed her? Was that why they did it? Out of anger? Was it a warning to Emily in a way that she was next

EMILY***“I wanted to let you have a read through the article before I posted it,” Tiffany said as she walked after me into her room.“Isn’t it one of the ones you already showed me?” I asked, suddenly feeling sick.I didn’t know if I could read through those stories again. They made me feel guilty, they made me feel bad and they made me feel confused. I was a victim, just like them, the biggest one in fact, yet it was so hard for me to be on their side. I was experiencing so many conflicting feelings. I was torn. “It is, but I wanted you to read it, see if it was okay, see if it would cause enough damage,” she said as she led me to her desk her laptop was open.I sat on her desk chair and read through it. I only read through a few lines before I turned to look at her.“Is all of this true?” I asked, my heart thumping in my chest.“Not really. The person gave me their story and gave me the liberty to change it up a little so that it had the desired effect,” she said, smiling.“So, y