“How could you do something like that to another girl? You’re disgusting.”
One of the girls deleted all the photos and then turned to the dorm supervisor. “Ma’am, this can’t just end here. We need to report it to the administration.”
“Yeah, we can’t let it slide,” another chimed in.
Renee shook her head, crying and protesting, but they still dragged her straight to the academic office.
I wasn’t about to miss the chance to let everyone know what I’d been through, so I followed closely behind.
Not long after, the school officially reprimanded her for secretly installing a camera in the dorm showers.
As she sat there crying, writing her self-criticism, she glared at me with pure hatred. “Elodie, you just wait. This isn’t over.”
Even so, I didn’t even glance her way. I just turned and left.
After that, I didn’t go back to the dorm. I found a small apartment off-campus instead.
The next morning, my mom called, her voice filled with worry. “Veronica, are you being bullied at school? So many people are calling and saying terrible things. Even our home number got leaked. They said there’s a post about you on your school forum.”
My heart dropped. I opened the school’s online forum right away.