By the time Violet got home, the video had spread further than she expected. It wasn’t just students anymore. It had reached people outside their school, mutuals, random accounts, even adults who had no business being involved. That was the worst part. Once something left the walls of school, it stopped being “just drama” and turned into something harder to control.
She dropped her bag and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. Notifications kept coming in, some supportive, some curious, some just messy. She ignored most of them until one message caught her attention. It wasn’t from Marcelo or Daniel this time.
It was from someone she barely talked to. A girl from another class.
“You should report it. This is actually serious.”
Violet read it twice. It didn’t feel like advic
