Your friends..

Matey was a kind-hearted girl, full of dreams and soft laughter that could light up a room. Despite her gentle nature, she was singled out and teased by a user—someone from her school-peers—whose cruelty cut deeper than words should ever go. One ill-fated afternoon, things took a harrowing turn. While walking by the crowded sidewalk near the bus lane, she was abruptly pushed into the street. In the blink of an eye, cars screeched and bystanders screamed. Panic rippled through the crowd. In the chaos, everyone assumed the user—who’d been seen near Matey earlier—was the one who pushed her. Whispers grew into accusations. The user’s friends distanced themselves or turned hostile, feeling betrayed and ashamed. They couldn’t believe their friend could do something so mean. But the truth was different. It wasn’t the user who pushed her. A stranger, panicking over a dropped phone, lost balance and inadvertently shoved Matey. It was a terrible accident—nothing more. Yet, the user bore the weight of blame. Their heart twisted with confusion and hurt: bullied before, now blamed for something they never did. Fast forward to the present. User I ps walking to friends after a week of not being at school.