pettyrevenge:

One day in high school I was scrolling through my tumblr dashboard when I see something that looks familiar and do a double take… It was a piece of artwork that I drew. A piece of artwork that I never posted to the internet or even took a picture of. I was thoroughly freaked out.

A friend of mine reblogged the picture from the original poster, which is how it ended up on my dashboard. The original poster and her cronies were all talking shit about it. They called it “atrocious” and that it looked like “a kid scribbled it with crayons.” So then I was thoroughly freaked out and really humiliated.

After some sleuthing I discovered that I knew the original poster and her posse. Sarah, the ringleader, and her cronies were all in my AP Art class. I’ve always had this thing about not stooping down to their level/being the bigger person, so I left the nicest and most civil message in her inbox I possibly could. Something like “Hey Sarah, so I don’t know if you know, but I’m the person who made that drawing. It makes me really uncomfortable that you’re making fun of it on the internet so I would appreciate it if you stopped :).”

She didn’t reply, but the post was deleted impressively fast.

Sarah was in two of my classes and I didn’t want things to be awkward, so I took the kill-her-with-kindess approach. I never mentioned what happened, but every chance I got I went up to her like “Hey Sarah! We never talk, why is that? How’s it going? Thinking about college?” It made her EXTREMELY uncomfortable. She would sweat, squirm, and stutter–constantly waiting for me to call her out. But I never did.

A couple weeks later my hippie AP Art teacher wanted to spend a class just asking us questions and talking about our feelings. We were only allowed to speak when holding a stuffed bunny that the students were to pass around. The questions were mostly about how choosing art as a career path had affected our lives.

Finally, our teacher asked something like, “has anyone ever had someone react negatively to your artwork?” I shot my hand up lightning fast and someone passed the bunny to me.

I told my whole class the story I just told you. I didn’t use anyones name, but a loud-mouthed friend of mine revealed the perpetrators were sitting in the class with us.

The whole “only speak when you’re holding the bunny” rule went out the window pretty quickly. Everyone was pretty disgusted with this mystery group’s actions and did not keep it to themselves.

Sarah and the others tried to defend themselves once or twice, but there was no way they could justify what the perpetrators did without identifying themselves as said perpetrators. All of their sentences awkwardly trailed off. Sarah just had to sit there and listen as everyone, even the teacher, shamed her to her face.

I mean, seriously, who takes a picture of something someone made and posts it publicly on the internet without their permission, just for the sole purpose of tearing it town with their friends?

Fucking Sarah does.