Angry exes would airdrop nude photos of the girls who dumped them.
Jocks would airdrop pictures of penises in the locker room.
Boys would airdrop photos taken from the second story, looking down girls' shirts.
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My older sister told me kids would get detention in her classes for texting.
The kids my age have gotten in trouble for texting too but they mostly get in trouble for airdropping.
Whatever picture you choose gets sent to everyone within a certain radius.Everyone.
Kids would airdrop memes in the middle of assemblies, making fun of our principal.
One day, a picture went around of the class bully.
It was a black and white yearbook photo.
Someone drew red exes through his eyes.
They drew blood drops trickling down his cheek and chin.
Nobody thought much of the picture at first.
Unfortunately, airdropping was known for bullying.
Angry exes would airdrop nude photos of the girls who dumped them.
Jocks would airdrop pictures of penises in the locker room.
Boys would airdrop photos taken from the second story, looking down girls shirts.
Thats all to say, the picture of the bully with bloody red exes wasnt the worst wed seen.
No one even really talked about it until sixth period.
An announcement went out across the school speakers.
The principal herself spoke into the screeching microphone.
There were gasps and shrieks and murmurs about the airdropped photo.
A few kids who saved it to their phones showed the principal, just in case it mattered.
Just in case there was some kind of murder and the photo was a clue leading to the killer.
It wasnt a murder, though.
Barry died from a car crash.
He was dead by the time the cops showed up.
The school held an assembly in his honor.
It didnt matter that it was supposed to be serious.
Some kids airdropped Spongebob and Kermit memes anyway.
It didnt really bother anyone, not even the teachers.
Barry was a known bully after all.
No one cared about disrespecting his pseudo funeral in the smelly auditorium.
Aside from an RIP sticker plastered to his locker, school went on as usual.
Everyone forgot about what happened.
They stopped speculating about his death and the bizarre photo sent hours before we heard the news.
This time, the photo was of me.
The whole class shifted in their seats, turning toward me.
They laughed and went back to their work.
On the drive homeno one in twelfth grade took the busI heard a rattling in my car.
My brake light flashed.
The yearbook photo flashed in my mind.
Dying up against a tree just like the school bully.
I managed to compose myself enough to use the emergency brake.
I skidded to a stop in the middle of the highway but the other cars swerved around me.
I had made it out alive.
They reopened the case after talking to me.
It turned out his death was a murder after all.
