So Anyway I Started Blasting Meme Novels & Stories

My blood was boiling in rage when Noah showed no shame in sharing that meme throughout the high school and it bombarded hell lots of reactions and comments on the post in just the 5 minutes I had given to Dash and as usual he never failed me. “Dude, its Caroline" he messaged me with the accounts creator details and it wasn’t at all a surprise for me to see her name. Her arrival itself was a shock and after knowing her real face, all these things were more sympathetic shits I felt towards her helplessness than shocks. Once I got the confrontation, I didn’t wait anymore and stormed out of the class to Zoe and Caroline’s class. Mike had woken up from his sleep and saw the meme, he was enraged l

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

�𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑘𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑 ? 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑝� ��𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 30 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑂ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. . People started to laugh and I didn't have the time to react from Carvie's sudden punch,with his continues punch and kick from his friends, my vission were starting to blurry.

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

Lowey’s voice is soft. “They apologized for bullying me” my voice is hoarse. “I’m sorry-” “They all hit me” I blurted, “We’d get into physical fights all the time. I’d hit back sometimes. But they’d really rough me up "I rub my hands over my thighs. Then I wiped my eyes. “I told my moms that it was mutual. So they never worried about the bruises” “I’m so sorry honey” her voice is a soft whisper. “It feels good to get that out” I admit.

I part my legs, ready for her partner to have all the fun he wants. It is pure terrific pleasure. *** Seated on the bed and dressed up for dinner, my cheeks burn badly as I scroll through screenshots of memes and comments about that picture of Alexander and me. Layla and Jordyn sent them to the group chat, with endless laughing emojis. One of the memes says: ‘POV: You finally reconnect with your long-lost love after years of separation, but it’s your ovulation day.’ I shake my head, laughing in disbelief. My mom has sent dozens of messages. I’m ignoring her for now. I read more comments:

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don’t like you,” I barely registered someone running up the stairs, but I kept singing: “But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead I do it all the time,” I finished the last “Look what you just made me do” from the final chorus when one of my mom’s favorites when she’s really angry came to my mind. “Play ‘Having A Blast’ by Green Day!” I shouted into the microphone. When nobody moved, I keyed it into youtube, and started to jump to the beat. “I'm takin' all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

��𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺� ��𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁.

Not anymore. When I stand, the room tilts for a second. I steady myself on the sofa, and the anger sharpens into something colder. I didn't plan on getting punched by a stranger and becoming a meme. But if this is the game, I'll play it. And when I find her? She won't just be trending. She'll be sorry she ever swung at Zayne fucking Beaumont.