Sunset sat in the bathroom stall, head in her hands, tears in her eyes.
“I can’t do this. I can’t take this anymore,” she cried softly.
The bathroom door opened with a bang, two girls chatting. Someone tried the door to her stall. “Grr,” she heard a girl exclaim in frustration, then move onto the next stall.
“Can you believe the nerve of that girl! Seriously, what a piece of work!” called out the first girl as she slammed the door to the next stall over shut and locked it.
“Totally! What a bitch! And then she has the nerve to act like she’s all hurt and confused… `Why do you hate me? It wasn’t me!` As if she-demon!” responded the second, locking herself into her stall.
Sunset bit her palms to keep her tears silent.
“She thinks she’s so clever. She chose this! If she didn’t want everyone to hate her so much she should’ve thought twice before she decided to post everyone’s secrets! I totally hope someone takes her out back and beats the living tartarus out of her!” replied her friend.
“Me too! I would totally like to get a piece of that action - I so owe that demon bitch for the lies she posted about me!”
“Well they weren’t all lies, you know,” responded her friend.
“Shut up, you ass! Who’s side are you on? That skank totally lied about me!”
“Yeah, I totally agree with you though I would love to find her broken in an alley somewhere. I completely hate her guts!”
The two friends finished and left, still talking about how angry they were and all the pain they wished they could give back to that lying demon.
Sunset sat shaking in her stall, bitterly weeping in silent grief and anguish.