Anna

I remember when I was little. Like, in fourth grade.

*Show starts*

And no matter how much you try to understand the message...

Deb: A virus.

At prom

Deb: At parties

Her mom told me she didn't want to see anyone.

Deb: I stopped by her house.

I'm sorry I did nothing

Deb: I'm sorry I watched it.

Tweet That

Deb: Instagram That

Everyone sees it.

Deb: Out of your control

I didn't think it was a big deal.

Deb: She knew we were joking

I can't remember what happened anymore. I'm not sure if what I remember is what happened, or just part of what we told people after-

Deb: Sounds like life.

Take down the status.

Deb: To take down the Tik Tok.

Like a curse

Lucy: And the wrong story just gets spread around.

...no.

Lucy: Are you sure?

Bent

Lucy: But as the sentence goes around the circle it gets distorted.

In five years

Lucy: In five years

On her birthday. On her BIRTHDAY. Okay. That day. I remember. I remember because her birthday is exactly ten days after mine. I'm an Aries. And she is too. We're both fire signs. She always used to tell me I was betraying our sun sign. I'm not always... I'm not always the most. Forceful? I guess? I'm not the most forceful. It's hard. It's a lot of effort to. You know. Make waves. I dont like to stir things up. Things are hard enough. School, my parents, my job, college applications, homework, friends, school council, field hockey, babysitting my little sister. I need to keep things peaceful. I want everyone to get along. Everything is stressful enough without worrying you'll have to find a new place to sit in the cafeteria at lunch.

Lucy: It wasn't about her birthday. It was about you guys did. To her.

That day started off like pretty much every day does. Homeroom. First period. second period. Study Hall. Lab. Lunch. Gym.

Lucy: Stop! You guys still can't get your stories straight. Back up. Just. Back up. Start over. From the beginning.

To delete the post.

Lucy: Why didn't anyone do something? Why did everyone wait so long to delete it??

I'm scared. I don't know where I'll be in five years. In ten. In twenty. In forty. I don't want to grow up to be the kind of woman who will shave a girls head. Strip her down to her underwear. Take a picture. And then post it on the internet. For the world to see. I don't want to be that kind of person. And I don't think I am. Deep down. Deep down, I know I'm a good person. I believe we all are. Maybe everyone is just scared like me. Well not everyone. I admire. People. I admire people who aren't afraid. To stick their necks out. I've never been like that. I've never been willing to speak out. Or stand up. Or jump in. Its not my personality. But maybe. Maybe that's the problem. When a bunch of People pass the buck. When everyone is too scared, or too busy, or too tired, or too embarrassed, or to... Whatever. When everyone has an excuse. For sitting idly by. Suddenly. There's no one left. But now. Every time I look at her empty desk. The empty seat at the lunch table. Her empty locker. I wonder where she is. And I wonder... If it's too late. For me not to be that person. Who always has an excuse. To do nothing. So much nothing that it leads to something awful. And I have to believe. Somewhere. Deep down. That it isn't too late. That I can... That we can change. Before this disease. This disease of doing nothing Saying nothing Standing for nothing. Goes-

Megan: ....... The girl who would do something so terrible. And never look back

Then why...Why didnt she come back. To school?

Megan: Come on! This is what we do! this is how we are! I'm sure she thought- I'm sure she knew we didn't mean it to be such a huge thing. It's a prank. A stupid prank Right? RIGHT?!

I sent her e-mails, texts, chats...she didn't respond. I hope. I hope she's ok.

Megan: I mean. It must be hard. To go from homecoming queen to home school queen in a single second.

It was her birthday.

Megan: It wasnt though, not really.

I hope we did. I think we did.

Megan: You mean the truth? We told people the truth.

For a week

Morgan: Detention for a few days

Until some else posts something about you-

Morgan: I dont want everything about me broadcast to the entire universe. My buisness is my buisness. That's why I only have Facebook.

When Ms. Feldman came in, I bolted. I felt bad leaving everyone but I didn't want to get in trouble. My mom would KILL ME.

Morgan: I swore I didn't even do anything! I was just changing to go back to class! I'm not even friends with those girls. I dont even really know their names-