The rumor calmed down and it seemed to all be going fine. It was a Tuesday night we had just gotten out of school for the rest of the week. Then I got a message from Max on Instagram, it was a screenshot of a hate account for me. Apparently they went around and followed every single person that went to my school. It was awful. Soon after that Instagram exploded with people being so supportive and nice.
Then they posted a photo. It was of me and it said "OMG Rileigh is so ugly I mean look at her face." I saw that and cried for about two hours. The account posted a total of six photos before it was deleted.
The next day my mom gets a call from the school. They got so many emails from people trying to figure out who had made the account. The school explained they were doing everything they could to find out who it was. The sad part was that we never did figure out who it was.
The Monday after break was so awkward. Everyone and I mean everyone knew what had happened. Some chose to make fun of me for it and others chose to be nice and ome support me. It was also awkward between me and teaches cause they all knew and were super nice to me in a weird way that week.
For that week and only that week no one was super mean to me.
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The Bullied
Non-FictionThis is a true story about me. This still goes on today. I have changed names for privacy. But other than that this is 100 percent authentic.
