Melissa looked about nervously, then at her bulk.
"I try to be nice, and it hasn't worked." she sighed, then squinted at the screen. "The only other option is to NOT be nice."
She stared at the spell, and memorized it-- easy to do since it seemed custom-made for her situation.
They laughed at me and all this weight
I was the target of their hate
But from their anger my hope grows
Those who laughed will cry below...
Melissa headed down the hall as the bell rang, just waiting for somebody to taunt her. Her face flushed and she bit her lip.
She opened her locker, and candy wrappers fell out. Not hers.
She heard a laugh behind her, then another.
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