23. The Mean Girl
My sister was bullied relentlessly in high school for something she had literally zero control over; a certain part of her anatomy. Without going into details, she felt terrible about it, and it more or less ruined her life as an insecure fifteen-year-old girl.
The girl responsible for most of the cruel bullying and the one who gave her a particularly cruel nickname related to her physical issue was called Nadia. Nadia was a foreign exchange student at our school. Nadia was beautiful. She was mean. And she didn’t care at all about what anyone but herself.
I wasn’t Miss Popularity myself, but I had to protect my sister from having her life ruined, and I felt a very strong urge to get back at her tormentors. I learned that the father of Nadia was very conservative. Her whole family back home was. So, I started spreading rumors about her being very promiscuous and ensured these rumors reached the family she was staying with.
This apparently caused her some trouble, but I wasn’t done… I threw a party one night when my parents were gone. I invited Nadia, who gladly came as I was a “cooler older girl” somehow, and she never said no to a chance to get hammered. Because yes, there were a LOT of drinks.
I made sure of that. Took pictures of everyone drinking and having fun. That same night when everyone left, I put it on my Facebook. Tagged Nadia on it… so a picture of her drinking and very skimpily dressed made its way to her page. Her parents saw it before she could take it down. I wasn’t there to see the fallout, obviously, but she was gone the next week from school and flown back to her home country.
Apparently, her parents had to “save her from being corrupted” or something. So, she was gone. And my sister was safe from ridicule as word of my involvement spread, and let’s just say people didn’t really want to mess with her after seeing how far I was willing to go to protect my little sister.