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.
YOU ARE READING
Flippers
Teen FictionApart from the love-hate relationship Parsley Hayes shared with Angus― her sorry excuse for a rescued feral cat, she had always been a contented eighteen year old. As long as she wore her kitchen apron alongside her eccentric attitude, she remained...