Hunter's POV
The picture. The picture I didn't even know existed. The picture that was taken on one of the best nights of my life. The picture that ruined everything.
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My mom still hadn't dropped the idea of visiting Louisiana. I wasn't completely opposed to the idea. Despite what had happened, I would love to see my friends from the band again. Maybe we could play a few gigs.
I sat alone in my room mindlessly strumming my guitar. I decided to check my old friends' Twitter pages and see what they were up to. I really hoped they were still playing gigs-they're extremely talented.
I pried around on the pages of all the people I knew from Louisiana for hours. I came across the bully that caused me to do what I did back in Breaux Bridge.
The bully was named Jackson. I thought his hatred of me was over, but I was wrong. All over his Twitter profile was the picture of Jana and me kissing under the tree in the light park. When did he get take this? How did he get it? Why was he posting it everywhere saying, "If he can get a girlfriend, anyone can"? Why were other people joining in on it and making fun of me? Why did they all hate me back in Louisiana? What did I ever do to them? And most importantly, why was Ben Johnson responding to Jackson?
Jackson and Ben were having conversations about me online. I had never really experienced it, but I'm pretty sure this is cyberbullying in its rawest form.
I decided to stop looking at it and keep playing guitar to keep my mind off what was going on. Surely, after only several minutes, my phone buzzed rapidly with text messages.
I read each message. They were all the same picture-Jackson's tweet. Everyone in the grade was sending me the picture over and over again, with the exception of Jana, Chris, and Josie.
What was going on?
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