This was not good, Eleanor thought to herself. Not good at all.
She knew, as she pressed send on yet another anonymous post on the school's social media, that what she was doing was wrong. Yet, she could not bring herself to care about it.
Her hand moved to scratch at her arm as the computer in the school's ICT center booted off. As the screen went black, she was taken aback by the smile on her face.
The school was in an uproar right now, and it was all because of her. Many people, students, and even the staff, were searching not only for the person that she had posted about but also for the mysterious sender of the posts. It was no use though, as it was all anonymous. And Eleanor knew how to cover up her tracks.
Leaving the ICT center, she walked down the hallway of the school and was immediately stunned when a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her into the nearby closet.
