Flippers

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Dear Bully,

Apart from the love-hate relationship I shared with Angus— my sorry excuse of a cat, I had always been a contented eighteen year old. At one-sixty-one pounds, I was comfortable in my own skin; and as long as I wore my kitchen apron alongside my eccentric attitude, I was unperturbed.

That was, until everybody saw my 'I Fart— What's Your Superpower' underwear. Yes, including Professor Krestovozdvizhensky.

                                  I knew it was your shoelace that had tripped me.

That was, until Alexandra Carlton— the queen bee of Taradale High, made that bet. A bet that involved swimming and a bikini.

                                     I knew it was you who had probed her to do so.

That was, until you— Benedict Anderson, the former high school badboy -slash- bully, handed me a pair of neon yellow flippers.

    This time, however, I had no fucking clue as to why you did that.

Much love.

Your victim.