I was one of the older boys hanging around the back of the school when we decided to start something with the younger kid and his mate. It was supposed to be a laugh ' a shove, some names, nothing serious. But it tipped fast. Someone grabbed his friend, pinned his arms, and we all stepped in. I hit first. Then again. Then I watched the others kick him while he curled in the dirt. But the worst part wasn't the fight. It was what I did next. I filmed it. Held my phone steady like it was a job, zoomed in when he fell, caught his face twisted in fear. That clip spread through the school in hours. Comments poured in. Humiliation did the rest. He went to teachers. His parents. eSafety. And still I kept reposting it under new accounts. Even when I saw the bruises. Even when I knew exactly what it was doing to him.