Friday began with that humming in the air that had nothing to do with electricity.
Even in the hallway, before the first period began, Lina felt her own heart beating too loudly.
Jana and Mia stood by the window, heads together, phones between them. They giggled, but differently than usual – quieter, more purposeful.
"They're planning something," muttered Giulia, who walked beside her. "This isn't just fun anymore. This is strategy."
Lina kept her gaze down. "What else can they do? They've already posted everything."
"Exactly. And now they're looking for their next thrill."
In the classroom, Jana and Mia sat directly behind her.
Lina felt every whisper, every breath on her neck.
When she turned around, they immediately fell silent, their phones half-hidden under the desk.
Once, the camera icon flashed.
Her own hairstyle appeared on the display for a split second.
