On graduation night, Chloe Henderson posted a flyer for an 18+ party in our class group chat on Snapchat. "We're finally adults. Who's still trying to play the good little kid?" "Let's celebrate graduation tonight. Drinks, games, and a taste of the real adult world." In my past life, I tried my best to stop this party. I contacted the school counselor, notified parents, and even rushed to the entrance of the venue to block everyone. The party was eventually canceled. Chloe didn't get her promoter fee. She became the laughingstock of the entire grade and ended up jumping off a building. But everyone said I was the one who killed her. They got me drunk, dragged me to the rooftop, and forced me to kneel before her memorial photo to apologize. Then, they pushed me off the edge. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment she posted that flyer on Snapchat. She tagged me directly in the chat: "Sienna Crawford, you're not going to ruin the fun again, are you?" I looked at her Venmo link, the penthouse suite address, the premium adult livestream preview, and the two underage names on the RSVP list. I smiled. This time, I didn't say a single word of warning. Do whatever you want. Just don't drag me down with you. I simply took screenshots, screen-recorded, and saved all the evidence. Then, I turned around and dialed the police. "Hi, I'd like to report an illegal party involving underage drinking and sketchy live-streaming." 1 The class group chat on Snapchat blew up. After Chloe posted the flyer, the messages scrolled up like crazy. "Oh my god, a graduation party? Exciting." "This is how you celebrate graduation. Who wants to go to some boring karaoke bar?" "Is the whole class going? That is going to be wild." "Chloe is amazing. How did you even book a place like this?" The flyer was designed to look highly suggestive. Black background with bold red letters. At the top, it read: "Don't waste your first night as an adult." Below that were photos of the penthouse suite, dim lighting, towers of alcohol, and a few blurred screenshots of a live-stream. I stared at my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. I knew this flyer all too well. In my past life, Chloe had used this exact image to drag our entire class into that sketchy graduation party. I was the class Valedictorian back then. I begged her to delete the flyer, went to the school counselor, and called the parents. I forced the party to shut down. Because of that, Chloe lost her promoter fee. She was mocked by everyone and eventually took her own life. And I was lured to the rooftop by them, forced to kneel before her picture. Logan Carter's eyes had been bloodshot as he yelled, "Sienna, why couldn't you just let her be happy for once?" And then, he pushed me off. Now, I was back at the moment Chloe posted the flyer. Chloe sent a voice note to the group. Her voice was sickeningly sweet: "Come on, guys, don't chicken out." "We've worked so hard for this. We're finally adults. We should at least see what the real adult world looks like, right?" "It's not anything bad. It's just making a memory for our youth." Immediately, someone chimed in. "Chloe is right." "Imagine being an adult and still letting your parents ground you. Embarrassing." "Anyone who doesn't show up tonight is a coward." Watching their excitement, I felt incredibly calm. In this life, I wouldn't stop them. But they were not going to put my name on that list either. I typed in the group: "I'm not going." "Please remove my name from the list." After I sent the message, the group chat fell silent for two seconds. Then, Chloe tagged me. "Sienna, you're not going to be a buzzkill again, are you?" "It's our last class event. If you don't come, it's going to be so awkward for everyone." Logan jumped in right after. "Sienna, can you stop acting like you're better than everyone else?" "Do you have any idea how much effort Chloe put into booking this place for us? What do you mean you're not going?" I stared coldly at the screen. "I said, I'm not going." "And I don't authorize anyone to use my name for RSVPs, promotion, or collecting money." The group chat exploded. "She really thinks she's some VIP." "Who even wants you there?" "Better if she doesn't come. Otherwise, she'd probably call the cops on us at the venue." Chloe posted a sad face emoji. "Guys, don't talk about Sienna like that." "She's just a bit conservative." "But the guest list has already been submitted. Changing it now is going to be a huge pain." I looked at that sentence and smirked. In my past life, this was exactly how I got dragged into the mud. The guest list is already submitted. The deposit is paid. The photos are already used. The promo flyer is already out. They tied me to their ship step by step, and then cursed at me for not wanting to drown with them. This time, I replied directly. "I don't care how much of a pain it is. Change it." "Otherwise, I will take legal action." Chloe stopped replying in the group chat. Instead, she sent me a direct message. "Sienna, do you have to do this?" "Everyone just wants to relax. You're really ruining the vibe." I didn't reply. I opened the flyer she sent, screenshot. Opened the payment code, screenshot. Opened the RSVP list, screenshot. Then, I screen-recorded the entire group chat and saved it. This time, I wouldn't waste my breath running to them to play the savior. I would let their own actions destroy them. 2 Chloe had always been good at manipulating people. Her talent wasn't playing the victim; it was wrapping her own selfish greed in the blanket of "everyone's freedom." She posted another long message in the group chat. "I know some people might think this kind of party is sketchy." "But we've graduated, and most of us are eighteen." "This is our first time making our own decisions. Are we really going to live under other people's judgment?" "I'm not doing this for myself. I just want us all to remember this night." With just a few words, she turned herself into a saint fighting for the class's freedom. Someone immediately followed up: "Chloe, don't worry about her." "She's been like this since freshman year, trying to control everything." "Sienna, if you don't want to go, fine. But don't ruin it for the rest of us." Logan called me directly. I picked up and turned on the call recorder. "Sienna, what the hell is your problem?" His voice was aggressive. "You weren't like this before." I asked calmly, "How was I before?" "You used to look out for everyone." "Now I'm looking out for myself." Logan choked on his words. After a few seconds, he lowered his voice. "Chloe is going through a lot." "Her parents are super strict. Now that she's finally graduated, she just wants to have fun with everyone." "Can you stop targeting her?" I laughed. "How am I targeting her?" "I just said I'm not going." "Not going is disrespectful to her." "Then her respect is way too expensive." Logan lost his patience. "Sienna, can you stop being so sarcastic?" "The whole class is going except you. Do you think that's right?" I asked him, "Two of our classmates on that list aren't eighteen yet. Did you know that?" The other end of the line went silent for a moment. Logan quickly dismissed it. "It's only a few months' difference." "Besides, it's not like we're doing anything illegal." "Then why does it have to be an 18+ party?" "Why are there suggestive games?" "Why is there a live-stream room linked to it?" Logan's voice grew even more annoyed. "Can you stop thinking everything is so dirty?" "It's just games." "Chloe said there will be 'party promoters' and some top donors from the stream will send gifts. It's just to make it more hyped." Because I didn't immediately argue with him, he kept talking and revealed more. I asked softly, "Why would random donors send us gifts?" Logan took it for granted. "To watch young people having fun." "They have money to burn." "And what happens after they send gifts?" "Why do you care so much?" I looked at the recording waves on my screen. "Logan, are you absolutely sure nothing will go wrong tonight?" He said, "I'm sure." "If anything happens, I'll take full responsibility." I said, "Fine. Remember what you just said." After hanging up, I backed up the recording. Chloe posted a new update in the group chat. "Eight o'clock tonight, Azure Heights Penthouse." "It's $100 per person. That covers the suite, drinks, game props, and the entry pass for the live-stream." "Bring your IDs. They will check them at the door to make sure we're of age." I stared at the word "IDs." Someone asked: "What if we're underage?" Chloe replied quickly. "Don't ask that in the group." "I'll handle it once we get there." She added a winking emoji. I took a screenshot. A second later, she unsent the message. Too bad. It was too late. I sent her a DM: "Remove me from the list." "Also, the underage kids shouldn't go." She replied instantly. "Sienna, did you screen-record our chat?" "What are you so nervous about?" Finally, she sent. "I just want everyone to have fun." I didn't reply. Someone who genuinely wanted everyone to have fun wouldn't drag underage classmates to a place like that. And she definitely wouldn't put my picture on her promo flyer after I rejected her. I clicked on her Instagram post. The caption read: "Graduated! The whole class is entering the adult world tonight." In the photo collage, my school portrait was placed in the corner. Underneath, it said. "Even our straight-A Valedictorian is coming." The comment section was already getting weird. "The quiet ones are always the wildest." "Can't wait to see her." "Where's the stream link?" I stared at those comments, my fists clenching. In my past life, I died because of them, and I even blamed myself for being a busybody. Now I finally understood. Some people aren't blind to boundaries. They just think that as long as everyone is dragged down with them, no one can point fingers. I saved the post, the comments, and the payment QR code. Then, I called the police tip line. "Hi, I want to report something." "Someone is organizing a high school graduation party that involves underage drinking and sketchy live-streaming." "There will be minors there, and there's a risk of non-consensual filming and streaming." "I have the group chat logs, payment codes, address, and promo flyers." The officer on the phone instantly grew serious. "Do not go to the location yourself, and do not confront them." "Send all your evidence to this email." I said, "Will do." After hanging up, I organized all the evidence into a folder. Sent. 3 At 6:00 PM, Chloe started pushing for the payments. The RSVP list was updating rapidly in the group chat. "Chloe Henderson - Paid" "Logan Carter - Paid" "Justin Miller - Paid" ... Finally, the list stopped at thirty-one. There were thirty-two people in our class. I was the only one left. Chloe tagged me. "Sienna, everyone has paid. We're just waiting on you." I replied. "I'm not going." She sent a crying emoji. "But I already booked the place based on the full class head count." "If you don't come, I have to pay for your share out of my own pocket." Logan immediately jumped in. "Sienna, you're being ridiculous." "Chloe paid so much money in advance. You can't just back out like this." "If you don't want to come, fine, but you still have to pay your share." Others joined the dogpile. "Yeah, Chloe shouldn't have to lose money." "It's just $100. Her family can easily afford that." "Don't be so cheap, Valedictorian." I directly posted the screenshot of Chloe saying "the guest list has already been submitted" into the group chat. "I made it clear from the very beginning that I wasn't going." "You chose not to remove my name. That loss is on you." "Furthermore, I did not authorize you to use my photo or name for promotion." "Please delete it immediately." The chat went dead silent. It took Chloe half a minute to reply. "I was just joking. Why are you being so dramatic?" I replied: "My photo is on a public platform." "Strangers are making vulgar comments about me in the section below." "This is not a joke." Logan called me again. I ignored it. He sent a voice note instead. "Sienna, stop playing the victim." "What did Chloe ever do to you?" "If you don't want to come, fine, but why do you have to embarrass her in front of everyone?" "Let me tell you something. I'm coming to pick you up myself tonight." "If you won't walk, I'll literally drag you there." Once that voice note was sent, some classmates started laughing in the chat. "Logan is wild." "That's how you handle her." "She's just talking big. Once she gets to the party, she'll have fun like the rest of us." I didn't reply. I saved the voice note and forwarded it to the officer who had contacted me. The officer replied. "If anyone tries to force you out of your house, call 911 immediately." "We are dispatching units to your area just in case." I texted back: "Thank you." At 7:20 PM, my parents were still working late. I was home alone. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole. Logan was standing at the door. Two other boys from our class were with him. They were holding a gift bag, smirking. Logan knocked on the door. "Sienna, I know you're in there." "Open up." I remained quiet. He knocked harder, his voice growing impatient. "Stop hiding." "The whole class is waiting for you. Don't you feel bad?" I took out my phone and started video recording. Through the door, I asked, "What are you doing here?" "To pick you up." "I said I'm not going." "Too bad." Logan's tone was mocking. "You're the Valedictorian. The graduation party isn't complete without you." The boy next to him laughed. "You don't even have to change. We have people at the party who can do your makeup." I asked coldly, "Who sent you?" Logan said, "Chloe is doing this for your own good." "She said you're just shy." "Once you get there and the vibe is right, you'll probably wild out more than any of us." "Logan, you said in the group chat that you'd drag me there. Is that still your plan?" It went quiet outside the door for a second. He seemed to realize I might be recording. "Don't twist my words." "I was obviously joking." "Then leave now." "Sienna." He lowered his voice. "Don't push your luck." "Chloe's stream is already getting hyped up. If you don't show, the big donors are going to charge back their gifts." "Do you have any idea how much money she'll have to refund?" So, Chloe had already sold us out as entertainment for her stream. I asked, "So if I don't go, she loses money?" Logan stayed silent. I kept asking. "Who is she taking money from?" "Who are these 'donors'?" "And why is my photo on the flyer?" Logan snapped, frustrated. "Sienna, are you done?" "It's just a photo." "People wanted to see the smart girl. What's the big deal?" I recorded every single word. Then, I dialed 911. "Hi, there are people blocking my door, threatening to force me to an illegal party." "I have audio and video recordings of the threat." Outside, Logan's face instantly paled. "Sienna, you actually called the cops?" I stared at him through the door. "Yes." "Didn't you say you'd take full responsibility?" "Let's see if you can handle this first." 4 Logan ran fast. By the time the police arrived, the hallway was empty. But I handed over the complete video and audio recordings. After watching it, the officer's expression turned grim. "Do not leave your house tonight." "We have dispatched units to the address you provided." I nodded. "Thank you." The officer asked again, "Are you absolutely sure there are minors at this party?" "Yes." I showed him screenshots of the birthdates of the two underage classmates from our class directory. "Both of them don't turn eighteen until next month." The officer frowned. "This is no longer just a simple noise complaint." I stayed silent. A normal party wouldn't use my photo for hype. They wouldn't say "I'll handle the underage issue." And they certainly wouldn't have paying donors demanding to see the "Valedictorian." At 8:00 PM, Chloe went live. I didn't click the link. But a classmate shared it in our Snapchat group. "It's live! It's live!" "Chloe looks stunning tonight." "Is the Valedictorian there yet?" Someone tagged me. "Sienna, did you really chicken out?" "Relax, we're not going to bite." "LOL, is she at home calling the cops or something?" On the stream, Chloe smiled at the camera and said: "Our Valedictorian is a bit shy, guys. Give her some time." "She'll be here." The live chat was scrolling fast. "When is the hot nerd showing up?" "The top donor is literally only here for her." "Graduation night is boring without the smart girl." I closed the link and put my phone face down on the table. In my past life, this was the exact time I had rushed to Azure Heights. I thought I was saving them. But they treated me like a villain who ruined their night. In this life, I would not step foot near that place. I just sat quietly in my room, waiting for the trap to spring. At 8:27 PM, someone posted a short video in the group chat. In the video, the penthouse lights were dim and red. Chloe was standing on a barstool, raising her glass. "Welcome, class of 2024, to the real adult world!" The crowd cheered. She looked radiant and proud. "Tonight, no rules!" "Don't be scared, don't hold back." "From this moment on, we are no longer kids!" The video cut off there. A second later, the group chat went dead silent. For three whole minutes, not a single message was sent. I took a sip of my water. Then, my phone vibrated. It was an unknown number. As soon as I picked up, Chloe's hysterical crying pierced my ear. "Sienna Crawford!" "Was it you? Did you call the cops on us?" I didn't deny it. "Yes." She screamed like a maniac. "How could you?" "We were just having a party!" "You ruined my life!" I asked calmly, "Are the police there?" The background of the call was absolute chaos. Someone was shouting: "Everyone put your phones down!" "Turn off the stream!" "IDs out!" And an officer's cold voice cut through the noise: "Who is the organizer here?" Chloe's voice cracked from crying. "Sienna, are you happy now?" I said, "Not yet." "I'll be happy when you completely delete my photos and name from your accounts." The phone was snatched away from her. Soon, the line went dead. I stared at the black screen and finally let out a soft laugh. Selling classmates' photos to live-streams, bringing minors into shady venues, and betting everyone's future on a promoter contract. Whose "fun" was this anyway?
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