The two returned to the dormitory.
No one was inside.
Sierra Summers turned on the light, helped Celeste Yates onto a seat, then dragged her own chair over to sit beside her. Together, she said, "Don't be scared. We'll look at it together and figure out what's going on, okay?"
Celeste Yates squeezed her hands and didn't respond.
Sierra Summers took out her phone, her tone gentle but her actions firm, "You've said it has nothing to do with you. We'll just check it out, see how disgusting this pathetic school and pathetic forum really are."
"Just treat it as a joke."
She rubbed her temples.
Sierra Summers hadn't thought going to college would bring these storms, with so many incidents dancing on her last nerve.
She really hated how these people hurt the innocent.
If they had issues with her, they should target her.
How powerless and pitiful must they be to vent their frustrations on Celeste Yates?
It's just because Celeste Yates seems easy to bully.
