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Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

I muttered, snatching my own phone and opening every app I could think of. And there it was. My name was trending and there were Videos, edits, threads, and even memes. One was a clip of a snake with my name on it. Another was Sonia’s crying face next to mine, photoshopped with devil horns. People were talking like they knew me. Like I was some manipulative abuser. Some predator.

she asked. “Yes, sis, that's how it is! Just you. I don't have any hopeless romantic friends, so fight, or I'll shave your head! You know your time is short, so give it your all. If you need to lower your pride, then lower it. Don't save any, because as Ruffa Mae says, "This is all-out!" Her friend even copies the posts after the Mala Ruffa Mae. The comedian-actress of the Philippines. "You can also lower your panties if you want; it’s most effective, I think," Shyra said to her.

I could fucking get sued for this! I back away from the bed, shaking. What do I do? My phone buzzes again like a relentless, angry bee on the floor. And like a zombie, I pick it up. Notifications flood in. A meme pops up. An old picture of me at my high school party, photoshopped, mocked, and trending. It's working. But underneath the shame, a tiny, stubborn spark of anger flickers to life. I tuck my hair behind my ear and enter the comments. Lewd comments about my body are getting massive likes.

And I don't share. --- A/n Oooohhh burnnnn 😏 Let's see what happens next. Remember to vote 😙🖤

DON'T MAKE HIM SHY. Cereal_killer ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... Noah's_soulmate ... I_love_my_mommy SINCE, EVERYONE IS DOING IT ... Yes_you_suck THAT'S UNBELIEVABLE! NOAH, IS THIS THE TRUTH?! Noah's_soulmate GUYS, STOP -_- Will_the_devil OH, I CAN TESTIFY. IT'S THE TRUTH. POOR ALICE WAS ONCE WHINING ABOUT IT TO ME.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

I grin like a Cheshire cat. Let's do this shit.