Chapter 3
I saw her new pinned post, and my heart sank.
It read: [Can someone really plagiarize code and still enter a competition?]
A chill ran down my spine as a troubling thought crossed my mind. “Perhaps this status was the spark that ignited the wave of abuse I’ve faced in my previous life.”
Megan was popular on campus, backed by her parents, who were professors, while I was just an average–looking student with no
connections.
In a world that often valued appearances, she always seemed to have the upper hand.
Before long, her ambiguous status was bombarded with comments.
[What’s up, Megan? Did someone steal your code?]
[You should tell your parents and have the school investigate. We need to get that plagiarist out of here!]
[Plagiarists are a disgrace to Arona University! With the competition coming up, this is a serious issue.]
Reading those words made my blood boil, pulling me back into the shadows of my past harassment.
Back then, I received thousands of hateful messages daily, and someone even posted my information on a “meat market” site, leading to countless calls from creepy men.
