None of us were innocent

 Tom squeezed a smidgen of glue into the slot.

‘Do you remember that girl in our class that used to sniff glue? She was mad for it.’

‘She was mad full-stop,’ Fred said.

‘Cassie Monday,’ Jenny muttered.

‘I wonder whatever happened to her?’

‘Probably still living in a different world.’

‘She killed herself,’ Jenny said.

‘Really? Wow.’

‘She was transferred, but the bullying carried on in the new school.’

‘Bullying?’

‘You two were the worst. Teasing her.’

‘Us?’

‘Yes, you.’

‘We were bystanders.’

‘You were enablers.’

‘You’re saying that we killed her?’

‘I’m saying none of us were innocent.’

‘Fuck.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.