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  • Writer's pictureSofia Sawyer

Writing Prompt: I didn't ask for this

Write a story that starts with: First off, I’d like to tell you I didn’t ask for any of this.

First off, I’d like to tell you I didn’t ask for any of this. Well, not really anyway. I just wanted Kara to learn a lesson. You know, get a taste of her own medicine.

I thought being a senior in college would mean the end of bullies. We’re considered adults, after all. But I guess some people never really grow out of it. And me, being the outcast I am, I always manage to be their favorite target.

Okay. I wouldn’t say outcast, per se. Maybe a little shy. A little introverted. I have friends. I do normal college kid stuff. I’m just a bit more particular about who I spend my time with and what I spend my time on.

As far as Kara’s concerned, not being in a sorority or raging at a party Thursday through Sunday automatically makes me a loser in her eyes. And if Mean Girls taught me anything, it’s that Kara took Regina George’s bitch-factor and stepped it up a notch.

At first, I tried not to let Kara’s subtle attacks bother me too much. A snide remark here. A joke at my expense there. Even her loyal group of cackling idiots didn’t get to me.

But I guess my lack of reaction bored her, so she raised the stakes. It started with humiliating me in public, enough to make me look stupid without showing the world what a horrible person she was.

I’m not going to lie, that started to shake me. Yet, it wasn’t until the rumors had started that really pushed me over the edge.

I wanted to believe people were above gossip and were all about giving others the benefit of the doubt. I thought wrong. Pretty soon, some of my friends were becoming scarce and the guy I thought was into me ghosted me.

I found out later he caught wind about a rumor Kara had obviously started. Or two rumors, rather. One suggested that I was a virgin waiting for marriage (not true and definitely not waiting). The other one said I was into some kinky orgy action. Not sure why this guy couldn’t see that these two super conflicting stories were clearly gossip, but apparently it wasn’t the rumors that turned him away, it was the drama. He didn’t want to deal with it whether they were true or not.

So, I had these rumors going on about me, Kara making me look like a fool in public, my friendships fading fast, and a non-existent love life thrown in for good measure.

Like I said, I was pretty pissed.

Not one for confrontation, I tried to find another avenue to vent my frustrations. Something a little more creative. I’m a photography major, after all.

Let’s just say a few nights ago me and a bottle (maybe two?) of wine found our cathartic outlet. Being a wiz at Photoshop, I took a few of Kara’s many self-absorbed pictures from social media and had a little fun with them. A few glasses of wine later, I was feeling pretty clever and extremely ballsy.

Why not mess with her a little? Since she loves having her photos plastered all over the internet, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a few more.

And with that drunken thought, a new Instagram account was born, featuring my altered pictures. It was a spoof account of hers, complete with her idiotic captions.

I mean, seriously. This girl was as deep as a puddle.

I had plans to take it down that night. You believe me, don’t you?

I just wanted to have a small private victory of doing it. To remind myself I still had some control over my life. It was kinda like my version of “screw you” even if she never knew it happened. At least I knew it happened, and that would make all her torture a little more tolerable.

I mentioned the two bottles of wine, right? It was definitely two now that I’m thinking about it. Anyway, I may have fallen asleep before deleting the account and before setting my alarm. And I may have woken up late for class the next morning, causing me to rush out of my room and completely forget about the account.

Fast forward to today and shit has really hit the fan. The account was discovered and it appears my Photoshop skills were much better than I’d realized (thank you very much). People actually believed it was real. I guess I was a bit harsh, if I’m being honest. The account’s captions and photos more or less alluded to her being into some very “adult” things (think porn, cam girl, escort, that sorta stuff).

That kind of juicy gossip tends to go viral.

Well, her boyfriend dumped her. Her friends won’t even associate with her. I heard something about her being investigated for potential prostitution, and she’s too embarrassed to even be at school. I overheard someone say that she’d headed back home early this morning and was considering dropping out.

I just wanted her to learn something. Maybe find out what it feels like to be humiliated the same way she’d done to me (and I’m sure many others) for the last year. I never meant for the pictures to get out and to cause so much damage. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before someone traces the account back to me and then I’ll really be in some deep shit.

For now, I’ll take comfort in knowing she finally got what was coming to her. So, maybe I didn’t ask for any of this, but I’m sure as hell going to enjoy the ride.


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