Part One:
As Sara walked down the halls, she felt the heated stares from the girls, the creepy I’m-undressing-you-with-my-eyes stares from the boys, and the whispered words and giggles that constantly shadowed her every move. Her hair was lank and unkempt, hanging around her face in semi-greasy strands. Her clothing was wrinkled and she just looked horrible. She had no more friends, no boyfriend, and she just didn’t care about her general appearance anymore. Not since two weeks ago. That day, she had worn her hair back, her clothes were sharp, the collar of her polo shirt was sharp and angled, every aspect of her clothing was crisp and clean, she was the polar opposite of the girl she was now. Her entire life had turned around, all because of one picture. She heard laughing when she started walking through the hallways, and finally one of her friends had enough decency to tell her what was going on. “Sara…” The girl, Kayla, had whispered. “Don’t you know what’s going on?” Her perplexed look spoke volumes, because Kayla blushed and took out her Blackberry Pearl, scrolling quickly through her text messages until she got to the one she was looking for. She flipped her phone towards Sara, and her jaw dropped, tears springing to her eyes. It was her, dancing in just a sports bra and shorts, in her room. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and strands were flying around her face. She was even singing into a hairbrush. Underneath the horrifying picture was letters that read: “hahahahahahahahahaha what a fucking loser.” Sara shut her eyes and ran out of the room, tears pouring down her face. How could this have happened? What had gone wrong? How had someone taken this picture? Her room was on the second floor, the only way that it could have been taken was if someone had climbed the tree outside her window or stood on her neighbors roof with some kind of amazing zoom.