They got to work immediately.
Using a laptop and a secure VPN, Kayla created an anonymous account. No names, no traces—just the truth. Annie uploaded the footage, carefully trimmed to highlight the worst of it: Rose, tearing at the frightened student's clothes, her voice sharp with threats as she demanded money. Jenny and Lily stood by like shadows, unmoving, uncaring.
And then—they hit upload.
At first, nothing.
But within the hour, the video was spreading. Fast.
The comments flooded in.
> "This can't be real…"
"Isn't that Rose from Briarwood High???"
"She needs to be expelled."
"Why isn't anyone stopping this?!"
For a while, they allowed themselves to enjoy it.
Annie and Kayla sat side by side, watching the chaos unfold online. Comments poured in. Students began posting their own stories. Hashtags started to trend. The truth—finally—was being seen.
But then… the takedowns began.
One by one, the videos vanished. The original post—gone. The mirrors—flagged and removed. Even accounts that reposted the clip were mysteriously suspended or shadowbanned.
"They're scrubbing it," Kayla muttered, scrolling through the vanishing links.
"Her family," Annie said, jaw tight. "They're doing damage control."
But it was too late.
The fire had already spread.
People had seen. Screenshots were shared. Stories were told. And most importantly—fear had changed sides.
For the first time, Rose was the one being hunted.
But they weren't out of danger yet.
Rose's family had money, power, and influence—and now, they had something to protect. With the video going viral and their daughter's reputation in flames, they began digging.
Digging into the school.
Digging into the victims.
Digging into anyone who might've dared to expose the truth.
Annie and Kayla were laying low, keeping their routines quiet and staying off social media. But even in silence, they could feel it—the storm closing in.
Outside Kayla's house, strange cars began circling more frequently. Unfamiliar faces loitered near the corners, pretending to check their phones or wait for someone. But their eyes watched too carefully. Too long.
Annie peeked through the blinds and stepped back, pulse racing. "They're looking for us."
Kayla's jaw tightened. "We hit a nerve. Now they're trying to find out who swung the hammer."
The fire was burning—but so was the danger. And now, the real game had begun.
"They're focused on us now," Annie said, watching the circling cars outside. "Which means we move."
Kayla raised an eyebrow. "Move how?"
Annie's lips curled into a grim smile. "We start trimming the Rose Garden from the bottom up."
Kayla blinked, then smirked. "The fertilizer, huh?"
Annie nodded. "Exactly. Without Jenny and Lily feeding her ego and enforcing her orders, Rose won't be as bold. She'll be exposed."
"The queen can't stand without her pawns," Kayla added. "Let's take them out—quietly, and publicly."
They both knew this wouldn't be easy.
But this was the first step toward uprooting everything.
With their focus locked in, they began digging—quietly collecting dirt on Jenny and Lily. It didn't take long. Videos, screenshots, whispered testimonies from students too afraid to speak up before—everything began to pile up.
They weren't just bullies. They were enforcers. Intimidation. Vandalism. Even recorded clips of them threatening teachers and humiliating younger students.
Once the evidence was in place, the next post dropped.
Just like before… it exploded.
Millions of views. Comments across every platform. Students from their school—and even outsiders—voiced outrage. Hashtags spread like wildfire. Jenny and Lily's names were now public enemy #1.
This wasn't just a fight anymore. It was a movement.
The garden was crumbling.
The fallout was immediate.
Within days, Jenny and Lily were summoned to the principal's office. The weight of the evidence was undeniable—caught on video, named by victims, and exposed across every social platform.
This time, not even their families could shield them.
Expulsion came swiftly.
No appeals. No protection. The school couldn't afford to ignore it—not with the public watching.
Worse still—for them—was the forced public apology. In front of cameras, classmates, and a growing online audience, Jenny and Lily stood stiffly, eyes downcast, as they were made to read prepared statements.
Apologies to the victims they once laughed at.
Regret etched into their trembling voices—not out of guilt, but humiliation.
Annie and Kayla watched it all unfold, silent but satisfied.
Two down.
The Rose Garden was thinning out.