A brick crashed through Amelia's front window at dawn.
Glass scattered across her living room floor like frozen tears. Attached to the brick was a note written in red marker: "BULLIES DON'T DESERVE FAME."
Amelia jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Cold morning air rushed through the broken window. Outside, she could see more reporters than yesterday. They had cameras pointed at her house like weapons.
Her phone showed 847 missed calls overnight.
The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing. Someone was pounding on her door so hard the whole house shook.
"Liya! Come out and face what you did!"
"You destroyed that poor girl's dreams!"
"We know you're in there, you fake!"
Amelia crawled to her kitchen, staying below the windows so no one could see her. Her hands were bleeding from cleaning up the glass, but she barely noticed. Everything hurt too much already.
