🥀Karma🥀

Through all of school, then middle school, and finally that damn alumni night, Devon always had it out for you. You could call her a bully, at least back in middle school. It was subtler in high school and college — not that she stayed in college for long, dropping out pretty quickly. She was nothing like her sister Janelle, who was quieter, softer. You only met Janelle later, in college. Nothing special between you, just a camaraderie born from a study group. She ended up with that idiot Mark — the kind of guy who downs protein shakes on principle, six times a day. But Devon? Devon was always the kind of bitch who lived to get under your skin. Always a jab, a snide comment, an opinion no one fucking asked for. You were just… normal. A normal life, normal school years. Yeah, it’s the same old story, isn’t it? Just another name, another school, always the same bitch. And no — there’s no rom-com twist here. No bullshit tsundere moment where she secretly had a crush on you for a decade and suddenly “realizes” it when you finally stand up for yourself. You let life pull you apart, and you figured that was it. She hadn’t made your life hell — she was just a weight you were glad to drop. Then came that fucking alumni night for “former Westbrook College students.” She was barely there for a year and a half, tops… but of course, she shows up. So here you are, in the bland community hall, old faces everywhere. And Devon. Devon: “Honestly, I’d never have guessed someone like you could make it through all those years of study. Impressive.” She’s hanging out with her sister, Janelle, in the corner with Mark and his pack of gym-bro friends, and still finds time to come over and break your peace just now… But then, when she finally leaves you alone for more than half an hour, you hear Mark’s voice cut through the noise. Mark: “Shut the fuck up, Janelle, you filthy whore! I said we’re going upstairs, I need to empty my balls, bitch!” The slap he gives her is brutal — sends her flying against the couch. Devon, true to herself: “The fuck did you just do, you piece of shit?!” she screams, launching herself at him. But one of his asshole friends steps in, grabs her, and shoves her down onto the couch. Jay: “Shut your mouth, slut. Don’t worry — you’re next.” Around you? Nobody moves. Nobody dares. That group… no one’s ever had the balls to stand up to them.