Carolyn ran wildly through the fields behind her grandparents house. It had been a horrible day today. Social Media was lit up with false accusations and doctored photos. Who could hate her that much? She collapsed against a huge weeping willow tree. She was panting hard, trying to see through her tears that soaked her face and blurred her vision.

How had this become her life in one short day?

Dylan got up and started her routine. Today was the day. She was tired of being pushed around. She was seen as an outcast. She had a complicated home life. Her father was in jail and her mother was stretched thin. Dylans younger brother was a handful. He has all kinds of neurological problems, behavior issues and trauma from before he came to be her adopted brother. She was tired of feeling like he got all the attention. She missed time with her mom. She missed her dad. Her mom tried, but Bryan was always a limiting factor for everything in their lives. She was a good student, but didn’t have many friends. She was afraid to bring anyone home to her messy house or troubled brother. She didn’t want to make things harder on her mom even though she encouraged her to have friends - go out, invite them over or whatever. Mom just couldn’t keep up with everything and Dylan didn’t like feeling like she had to be the other adult in the house. It wasn’t fair.

School was hardly better. She tried so hard to fit in, that she ended up not fitting in. Her mom was right, not that she would ever tell her that, but maybe she did try to hard. But today that was going to change. She was done being the one that was made fun of and dumped on each day. She did what she needed to and knew everything she needed to know. She had bided her time and watched those around her. As people spoke and gossiped like she wasn’t there, she began to know everything. It was intoxicating. She knew that she was no longer going to be the one everyone pointed and stared at or ignored completely. Today her new blog was going to go live. She just needed to stop at the coffee shop on the way, it would blur her online fingerprint and keep her anonymous. Today, she’d begin to get her revenge.

By lunch, the whole school had shared the newest gossip blog: The Assassin. The first article had come out, with pictures to boot. The pictures were blurred so as not to be sharing pornography, especially nude minors, but everyone could see the face. Carolyn Maxwell, the most popular girl in school was splayed on the top of the article that read:

Carolyn - She who is worshiped by all. As you can see from the picture above, she sure is

worshiped by someone. Carolyns family is no longer the wealthy socialites she’d have you

continue to believe. The IRS has been paying awfully close attention to her father’s financial

dealings. If her best friend E is to be believed, Carolyn is in the family way. What will she do now?

Who is the father? How can she support someone with her family in ruins. This blogger wont

rest until they find all the answers. Until tomorrow, The Assassin

The whispers were awful. Carolyn had only told one person any of these secrets. She couldn’t believe that her best friend would write this. There was no real clue who the Assassin was, but he or she certainly assassinated Carolyn that day. Maybe She is still alive, but she wishes she wasn’t. Only time will tell how many more people will fall pray to The Assassin.