No One Gonna Find Out

I attended a religious, private school for 7 years. As a child, I found everyone & everyone perfect & kind, considering them like my own family. As I grew older & grasped an understanding of my school, that feeling of family ebbed away. Everybody became my enemy except several, but there was one who I should've became my enemy.

I won't go into detail, because it's lengthy & a bit confusing to explain, but this girl (we'll refer to her as IV) decided to ruin my reputation, have the school turn against me, gossip spreading & splitting the school into two sides. She, of course lied about it, potraying me as a maleviolent person who ruined her & made her depressed. With half the school against me, I stood no chance. IV was the queen of the school, despite her bitchy attitude, they all loved her & respected her, even if she was wrong. Her past justified it because she was suffering through so much at home.

Of course.

This was the year I had to fight through hell. Nobody had the audacity to do what IV did.

And while I coughed on smoke & brushed ash off my clothes, I began realizing: I wasn't the only one. I began learning about what she had done to others, taking advantage of them, lying, shattering them, & playing the victim when asked about it.

I had to do something. Anything. Spit on that bitch's face, shove her, expose her, anything.

But I stayed silent, because I knew I couldn't. It would only worsen the reputation she molded & the one she stuck to me.

Soon, the school year was over, & I attempted to put this behind my back, focusing my future on the new school year in public school.

I couldn't. I wouldn't. How could I leave the school without putting this girl through anything? After what she did to me, others before me, & what she plans to do to others in the future? She can't walk out of there, believing she's justified to torment others with her little mind games.

One night, I ranted to my brother about IV: about how much I hated her, inquiring how people still liked her & didn't see through her &-

"Make an Instagram account & diss her."

Boom. How did I not think of this?

"But, what if she finds out-"

"Pretend to be someone else."

I gave it some throught: would it be petty? The answer: no. Did she deserve it? Yes.

I grinned. "Okay then. I'm gonna tell my friends about it,"

I told them one at a time & they all agreed to it, extrubent at the thought of destroying her. I gave a sigh of relief: I'd never walk alone with these girls.

We made a group chat, planning our account, sending disses faster than Usain Bolt, & deciding when we do it.

Boom. Another thought: why only diss her? We could expose her too.

Of course, I told, they agreed.

Everything now is planned & we plan on putting this plan into action tomorrow.

If anyone asks: "I have no idea what you're talking about." "I'm sorry to say IV, but why would I even bother talking to you? I'm so glad I don't have to see your face daily. Get yourself together & realize not everybody likes you."

She might tell her friends she got bullied on Instagram. They might believe it's me. But as much as I wish to blurt out, "Yes bitch, it was me, I hope I fucking shattered you to pieces & I hope I turned everyone against your petty ass!" I must keep a stoneface & placid demeanor, saying "I have no idea what you're talking about." "It wasn't me. I'm so glad to not see your face anymore, do you seriously think I'd bother texting you? Why am I responding to you, anyway. I should just let you jump to your retarded conclusions, like you do all the time."

It's not petty.

It's not cruel.

It's not messed up.

It's the sweet taste of revenge.

It's saving others from the damage she'll cause them.

It's doing it for the victims of this girl's masquerade.