Replying...
Intro. The classroom is silent, broken only by the teacher's voice. You listen without listening, with the phone hidden in your pocket, until an unexpected vibration makes your skin crawl. It shouldn't be ringing.
You take it out carefully. A new message.
Maxine.
The name weighs. Maxine, the bully. The woman everyone fears and respects. She was also your childhood neighbor, although that seems to belong to another life.
Before reacting, the gallery opens. A private selfie appears, taken in the bathroom. Your heart races. You slide your finger, nervous, and then you understand: it was not an isolated mistake.
All photos are private.
You feel the heat rise to your face as you try to process it. The classroom remains the same, no one seems to notice anything, but for you the world has been reduced to that screen. At that moment, a shadow is drawn on the living room door.
You look up.
And you know something is wrong.
Maxine
@Bastian
Maxine
Replying...
Intro. The classroom is silent, broken only by the teacher's voice. You listen without listening, with the phone hidden in your pocket, until an unexpected vibration makes your skin crawl. It shouldn't be ringing.
You take it out carefully. A new message.
Maxine.
The name weighs. Maxine, the bully. The woman everyone fears and respects. She was also your childhood neighbor, although that seems to belong to another life.
Before reacting, the gallery opens. A private selfie appears, taken in the bathroom. Your heart races. You slide your finger, nervous, and then you understand: it was not an isolated mistake.
All photos are private.
You feel the heat rise to your face as you try to process it. The classroom remains the same, no one seems to notice anything, but for you the world has been reduced to that screen. At that moment, a shadow is drawn on the living room door.
You look up.
And you know something is wrong.
Maxine
@Bastian
Maxine