What Is the Truth Behind Fashionella Dirt? by Dr. Smirnov.

Fashionella Dirt is cyberbullying, cyber harassment and invasion of privacy on a whole new level. I didn't even know about the website until I saw my daughter one day, trying to hide her phone when I walked past. I immediately demanded she gave me the phone, and when I asked her what that website was, she told me it exposed behind-the-scenes secrets of a YouTube channel called Fashionella.

It broke my heart that my own daughter (and definitely other teenagers around the world) read degrading articles like that and enjoy it. I immediately got to work, and, as a teenage psychologist, I started seeing a pattern of things no teenager would notice.

How exactly do these website owners know all these things about one person? I chose the spying option, then, on closer look, discovered that these articles couldn't have been written by an outsider. They have proof of their stories, they know the relations and love interests of this girl.

There definitely should be intervention. And I don't just mean parental. Security officials should look more into this abuse of privacy.

Viola's hands were strangely shaking as she walked into the Halloween party. People were dressed up as various things, people and animals, and music was blasting from every direction, but she couldn't focus. It was all just white noise.

Her eyes went to the first hotdog stand, which was crowded already, and she tried to act natural as she searched for her friend. After a while of focusing, she saw a flash of red. Wanting to be sure it was her, she watched for a few seconds more, wishing there was a way she could slow Bella down. Then, she saw the shirt, and a small gasp escaped her, despite her seeing it coming.

Bella heard her and turned around. "Viola, are you all right? What's wrong?"

Viola swallowed before pointing in the hotdog stand's direction. "I saw her." Her voice came out softer than she wanted, and Bella turned to where she was pointing.

She, too, saw the shirt and gasped. The girl in the shirt had dark wavy hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall. It looked, for a moment, like she wanted to turn around, but, at the last moment, she walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

That was when Bella's brain processed what to do. "I saw her," she shouted, loud enough for the others to hear her.

"What?" Adele asked, moving closer to them.

"YWN—I saw her by that stand."

"Are you sure?" Beau inquired, suddenly looking concerned.

"Yeah. Viola saw her, too. She just moved into the crowd now. We have to go after her!"

"Okay. Beau, you go with her and Viola. Maggie and Jake will come with me," Adele said. "Splitting is a bad idea, but we have to make sure she's cornered."

With a nod, they split, Jake giving Viola one last look before heading off.

Viola didn't move immediately. She let Beau and Bella move a few feet voicec#  following. Once they were in the crowd, it was hard to see. Adele pushed past bodies, and Maggie-Lyn and Jake followed, their eyes searching. Beau took the lead for the other group, taking Bella and Viola's hands and assisting them through the sea of bodies.

"Do you see her?" Maggie-Lyn asked Adele. "I literally don't."

"I don't either."

When Beau's group reached an open space, a panicked voice came from behind them.

"Bella."

Bella jumped, and they all stopped, then turned to the voice's owner.

Surprisingly, it was Amparo Cotton in a butterfly mask. Bella recognized her immediately, for some reason. Amparo moved closer, then placed her hands on Bella's shoulders, her eyes widened in fear.

"It's me." She briefly lifted her mask so her face was visible. "Look, there's something I need to tell you. It's very important—"

"I have to do something right now—"

"No, you don't understand. She has a video of you and all your friends and she's going to play it for all these people to watch. It's a good thing I found you. She wants to ruin your reputation more than she already has."

"What video?" Beau asked her, and she directed her worried gaze at him.

"I don't know exactly, but it makes you look bad and—and I'm on it, too." Amparo's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she whispered, "She's going to reveal my identity as Pietra Tiorano and I can't let that happen. She's been watching all of us."

"Who is she?" Bella asked, figuring if she was going to be delayed, she'd better make good use of the time.

"I don't know. Even your sister, Beau—she's in it. I don't know what she wants."

"Amparo, we have to find her. Now."

Amparo nodded. "Sure."

"Let's go."

Adele, Maggie-Lyn and Jake stopped walking when they reached another hotdog stand, then looked around. Just as Maggie-Lyn was about giving up, she saw the girl in the shirt making her way to the stage.

"There she is." She pointed in her direction, and, without a word, they started walking again. She quickly typed a text to Bella as she walked.

Stage.

As they got closer, Jake's limping got worse, and the mystery girl stealthily made her way up the stage, going through the part that was without a guard. She then carefully made her way to the DJ's stand.

Everyone was distracted at the moment, so no one saw them, but as Maggie-Lyn was about reaching the stage, her arm was grabbed from behind, and she was spun to face Jun. A surprised sound escaped her, and Adele stopped.

"You can't go up there," Jun said in a firm voice, glaring at her.

"But I have to. It's literally important."

"I said you can't go up there. You'd be asked to leave the premises."

Adele stepped forward. "Do you work for the organization?"

Jun gestured to the ID hanging around her neck in response.

"Okay," Adele said, relieved. "Um, there's a girl who went up there and she's not supposed to be there. She's up to no good, I know it."

"Really? I didn't see anyone. The stage is for staff and invited guests only. I'm sure I would've seen her."

"Can you just check? Please, it's important to get her down here. If you need to see my identification, I have it here in my bag." She opened her small crossbody bag, then searched through its contents.

Bella arrived with Viola and Beau, and Jun froze when she saw them.

"Let go of her, Jun," Beau ordered, walking to her, and Adele looked up.

Jun didn't do as he said. "You guys can't go onstage. I don't know what you're up to, but you have to go back now, or I'm calling security."

"What do you guys want?" Beau asked, unaffected by her threat.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Where's my sister?"

"She's not working, so I don't know."

"Wait. Where's Viola?" Adele asked, and it was then Bella and Amparo turned around. Viola wasn't with them.

"She was here a moment ago," Amparo said, and Bella looked around, her eyes landing on Maggie-Lyn. Her cousin gestured to the stage, and her heart leapt out of her chest for a moment, but she nodded in agreement.

"Look, whatever," Jun continued, seemingly uninterested in the whereabouts of Viola. "Just go solve your problems somewhere else—away from the stage. You can't be here."

In the moment of distraction, Bella moved away from them, and Amparo noticed, but acted like she didn't.

"You have to let me go," Maggie-Lyn pleaded, trying to get her arm free, and Bella walked until she was in front of the stairs that lead up to the stage. Then she ran up them like it was nobody's business.

"Hey!" Jun shouted behind her, then let go of Maggie-Lyn's arm to go after her.

Beau caught her wrist and pulled her to himself before she could go any further, and Adele and the others took the opportunity to follow Bella.

"Let go of me, Beau," Jun said through gritted teeth, trying to twist her body out of his grip, but he held on tight, then took her hand and moved in the opposite direction, pulling her with him. "What the hell are you doing? Security!"

Bella spotted the girl crouching behind the DJ station, which had an open laptop and other equipments on it. She was looking at something in her hand, and they quickened their paces. As they got closer, Bella was noticing something familiar about her—if only she could see her face and get this over with.

It was as if the girl heard her, because she suddenly turned, and both Bella and Amparo froze. The girl's eyes widened in shock as she took in the situation, then, in one quick motion, she stood and turned in the opposite direction, running away from them.

"Amora," Bella murmured, then went after her.

"You know her?" Adele asked her, but she ignored, and Amparo joined her.

They chased Amora down the stairs on the other side of the stage, running past a big man—who yelled at them to stop—without a care in the world.

"Amora, stop! It's over," Bella said, her legs suddenly weak from the shoes she was putting on. She thought she'd just confront YWN and talk the rest out. Now that she thought about it, she realized she should've expected something greater than a confrontation. And Amora was an amazing runner.

Amparo increased her speed, surprisingly graceful, then caught up to Amora, grabbed her upper arm, and turned her around. Something fell out of her hand as Amparo shoved her backwards.

"Oh my God, my thumb drive!" Amora exclaimed.

"You! Why are you doing this?" Amparo asked, ignoring how distracted she was. Amora's widened eyes searched the grass like it was a matter of life or death.

Bella decided to step forward then, momentarily forgetting her shoe situation and deciding she needed closure—closure only Amora could offer.

"Amora, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. "Seriously, you're behind this?"

Amora didn't respond, going on her hands and knees instead and running her hands through the grass around her. It was dark and she could hardly see a thing in it.

Amparo shared a confused look with Bella, before turning to Amora and asking, "What the heck are you doing?"

Amora surprisingly looked up, her eyes narrowed into a glare that threw Amparo back for a moment. "You made me drop my thumb drive, you idiot!" she exclaimed, immediately continuing her search.

"Are you sure I'm the idiot here, YWN—whatever that means. Because you're obviously the fool for doing what you did."

Amora ignored her, and Bella could see the frustration rolling off Amparo in waves. She was more mad than frustrated, really, because she had zero control over the situation.

"Listen to me, if you don't start talking, I'll leave now and go to your house. I'll take all the texts and emails you sent me and show them to your dad."

Amora visibly froze, her right hand hovering over the grass, then she looked up, her eyes looking like they were trying to mask something—fear, maybe. Then, all of a sudden, she smiled—one that was between a smirk and something else entirely.

"And you think he'd believe you, Pietra? Honestly, you're the idiot."

Bella itched to contribute, but she didn't have anything to say yet. Watching them seemed right for now.

Amparo looked speechless for a second, then she said, "I'll have Travon track the IP address."

"Good luck," Amora muttered, satisfied. "God, where is it?"

"I don't have the time for this nonsense, Amora," Bella finally said, the annoyance not hidden from her voice, and she felt a bit relieved to speak. "You sent me the photo of your costume for a reason, and it's not this find-an-object-in-the-grass thing you're doing, so start talking."

There was a choking silence, and it lasted a minute before Amora gave in and stood. "I didn't know you'd have this much courage without your boyfriend."

"Surprise. Now talk. You don't want adults getting involved."

Amora let out a breath. "It's not only me, okay?"

"What do you mean?" Amparo asked, and Amora glared at her.

"Why don't you just shut up? I'm talking to Bella." She rolled her eyes, then looked back to Bella. "I'm not the only one in this. I started it, but there's someone else."

Before Bella could ask who, a booming voice came from behind them. "Hey!"

Two large guys were approaching them, their stone-like faces intimidating, and a sick feeling went to settle in the pit of Bella's stomach. This was not good.

"You're coming with us," the darker one of the two said, taking Bella by the arm, "for disobeying authority."

Arguing would be pointless, since one of these guys were bigger than the three of them combined, so Bella didn't fight it. She only tried to make them understand something.

"Can you give us one minute, please? We just have to talk to someone."

"Who?"

"She's right—" Bella stopped when she turned her head in Amora's direction and saw that she wasn't there. She couldn't even start to imagine how she snuck away when men this big were watching.

"The sneaky witch," she heard Amparo mutter beside her, and when she turned to her, she wasn't surprised to see the bewildered look on her face.

"Come on girls," the other man said, taking Amparo's arm, careful not to hurt her.

As Bella was being led away from the spot with her heart hammering in her chest, she spotted something in the grass—something black and rectangular, resembling a small case. It was Amora's thumb drive.

"Wait. I dropped something," she lied, and the man holding her stopped.

"What is it?"

"My thumb drive." She pointed to it, and he stared at her for a while, before letting her arm go.