This is my entry for the WattRevenge contest: Multimedia Revenge.
The prompt:A group of students has been exposed for their nuisance in a blog. The one who exposed them was a girl whose sister committed suicide because of their bullying.
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Boisterous chatters filled the energetic atmosphere, students spilling too much, too little, everything, and nothing all at the same time. The cafeteria was bursting with life, munching, laughter, and whines about how boring and annoying school is.
Amelia calmly sipped on her beverage, her hooded figure merging with the shadows in her usual corner. The sympathetic glances irked her to no end; her glare and lack of response drove her fellow students away as no one wanted to cross paths with someone harboring such compressed anger that might lash out at any moment.
Her eyes, surrounded by dark baggy circles that matched her mood, scrutinized every person that entered the busy cafeteria. The hood offered comfort, security, and the perfect cover for someone that wanted to go unnoticed.
Amelia's irises turned to slits the moment the awaited guests of honor set a foot through the double door, a smirk almost tugging at her lips. Her gaze never wavered, hard and full of hatred as it remained fixated on the group of students that just sauntered in, like a predator following its prey.
The Elite surely loved to make a scene, as if they were royals and everyone else must worship the ground on which they walk on. Amelia enjoyed comparing them to diamonds: overrated, shiny, too pricy for their actual worth...if you removed all the layers of expensive accessories and clothes, only ugly truths and realities will remain.
Needless to say, both were utter bullshit.
She watched as they maneuvered their way through the crowds, the other students either scurrying away from their path for the ones that remained got tossed, a bit too harshly, to the side and blessed with some very unkind remarks.
She waited for them to reach their table, situated in the center of the cafeteria because they thrived on attention. And, then Ashley popped her gum before flinging herself over Andrew's lap so they can make out because what better than eating lunch? Sucking on your boyfriend's face, that is.
Amelia nearly cringed, holding back the amount of bile that burned the insides of her throat. However, it was the perfect moment. And, so, her index finger trembled from bottled excitement as it pressed the button.
Then, she waited.
Phones beeped with synchronized notifications, some ignoring them while others reached to check their devices. The first gasp stirred the crowd, more hurrying to quench their burning curiosity before the chatters came back full force, this time they were all talking about the same thing.
