Gemotions

The injustice choked me. They said I’d stolen the ideas, that I’d plagiarized, but the truth was, my work was original. Emily, the girl who accused me, was the real culprit, always looking for a shortcut. The thought of her, triumphant, filled me with a cold fury.

I started small. I "accidentally" deleted all of her saved work on the shared drive, claiming it was a system error. The look on her face when she discovered her lost files was priceless.

Next, I found her social media password, and spent some time anonymously "liking" some of her most unflattering photos. Then, I forwarded some of her most embarrassing emails to the entire faculty, making sure they knew how she really felt about them. The feeling of being in control was intoxicating.