𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

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Margaret Sawyer had always been one to speak her mind. Ever since she was a child, if she didn't like something, she was for sure going to say something about it. Her father despised this trait about her, for she was meant to be silent, complacent. People who wanted to succeed didn't speak out against those who had the power to make it happen. Margaret had always found this sentiment to be ridiculous, right alongside her mother. The older Margaret got, the more she realized just how much Jayne Sawyer truly despised her husband. They had only gotten married for the public image, something that had the opportunity to make or break you. In Jaynes case, it had broke her. She had always told Margaret when she was a little girl that if she didn't regret anything from her misery of a life, it was having her daughter.

Margaret liked to think that after her interview she had made her mother proud in a way. She had spoken out against those who were so adamant on keeping her silent, while remaining professional about it at the time. Well, in her eyes she saw it as professionalism. She wasn't going to allow for people who had never even known Luke or Sam to slander their name, especially when Margaret had a personal connection to the both of them. Of course, the interview hadn't even made the internet, for there was no way God U was going to ruin their reputation by letting some freshman who wasn't even involved in the fight along with who threw a brick at a protesters head speak for everybody on what had happened.

It sickened Margaret, knowing that no matter what she did, her voice was always going to be suppressed. Even being the daughter of a world famous supe, her voice didn't matter. She was in glad Jordan was able to see the video when they did, the large hug she had received once the two of them came face to face once more being more than enough for her. As long as she was able to make change, even if it was for a split second, that was all that mattered.

Walking back inside of her dorm room, Margaret could immediately tell that something was off. Viv sat on her bed, rapidly typing away on her phone almost as if she was arguing over somebody over text. Margaret had been in that position many of times before, so she didn't even bother to criticize it. Instead she gently closed the door behind her and kicked her shoes off, falling back on her bed.

"This girl is such a bitch!" Viv exclaimed loudly, catching Margaret completely by surprise. She shot up from her spot on the bed, furrowing her brows at Viv who continued to angrily type away on her phone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to like, disturb you or anything."

"A little late for that," Margaret deadpanned with an eye roll. "Who're you even talking about anyway? Must be pretty serious if you're typing like that."

"It's this stupid bitch, Justine," Viv explained, throwing her phone on her bed and sighing loudly. Margaret slowly shook her head, still not understanding who thst person was or what she had to do with Viv. "I have this friend, Emma. She partnered up with Justine for a project and all of her business ended up on social media. Emma's power is that she can get big or shrink, and to do that she has to throw up. Justine twisted it around to make it seem like she has some sort of eating disorder, despite that not being the case at all."

Margaret's eyes widened in horror at her words, quickly taking Viv's phone and looking over the post. Sure enough there Justine was speaking about Emma and her problems, basically demanding sympathy from her followers. Some people had done so, while others weren't as kid m. Margaret knew what it was like to be belittled and tormented on the internet, and it made her heart clench in agony. She didn't know who Emma was, or even that Viv has any friends besides her, but she did know that Emma didn't deserve this. Margaret handed Viv's phone back to her, standing up once more and pulling her shoes back on.

"Hey, how was the interview? I never even got to ask," Viv mentioned, deciding to change the subject. "Though, based on the way you look, it can't be good."

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