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The Whale - 21. Part III, chapter 5

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When I got home, I was able to put on a happy face. My mother was waiting for me on the front porch with her usual cigarette and a cup of tea.

"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked me with a smile.

"It was a blast," I grinned. "I am going to bed."

She frowned slightly.

"Is everything okay?"

I yawned.

"Yeah... I am just tired. I danced a lot and stuff."

"Okay," she smiled again. "Sleep tight!"

"You too, mom," I smiled, feeling like my face was going to crack apart if I didn't stop smiling. "Night!"

"Night, honey!"

At first, I was thinking about suicide, but then I got mad. No! I am not going to kill myself because of Luke Russell and his arrogant attitude! I stared at my computer, and then, just like that, I had a plan. I turned on my computer and smiled when it hummed to life.

"I am not going to kill myself," I muttered and pulled up the internet window. "I am going to get even..."

I was really surprised when not one of the voices in my head said anything to that. I mean, I understood that I was wrong, that I was way overreacting, and that I didn't even have a right to be mad at Luke, but I didn't care. Humiliation tonight was way worse than the one he put me through that one day at the gym class. I went to my e-mail and clicked on the link that said Compose Mail. I stared at the blank page for several seconds, biting my lower lip, and then I started typing.

It took me almost two hours to get everything right, but finally, I was done. I read what I wrote. "To whom it may concern," it said. "I am really worrying about the level of morality and decency at my school, and there is something I need to get off my chest ever since September."

I grinned. I was sure this whole thing started in September.

"I never said anything to anyone, because the entire idea was so wild and unspeakable to me that it seemed ridiculous. I decided that everything was just a figment of my imagination, and the entire thing was utterly impossible. I could not, however, ignore all the facts and evidence."

That's right. I couldn't.

"And tonight I had a final straw. There is something that is happening at our school that I think everyone should be aware of, because the entire matter is very disturbing and quite sickening. I have an absolute proof that math teacher Faith Connor is sexually involved with the student Luke Russell. This is beyond unethical and very wrong. I feel that it is my duty as a concerned citizen and a student to get everybody's attention. Something like this should not go on unpunished."

I smiled. The rest of the letter was talking about decency, morality, and ethics. I pulled up a window of all my contacts. Back in September, my mother made me get a list with everybody's e-mail addresses, including principal's, teachers', and all the students. I grumbled at her for that, saying that it was a pain in the butt, but now I was beyond grateful to her. I sighed, wishing I had e-mails for the city council or something, but then figured that even this should be enough. This town is not that big, and a bomb like this will blow up worse than the one in Hiroshima.

I put everybody's address in and hesitated for a second. Was I really sure I wanted to do this? It will probably destroy Faith... But then I remembered Luke's horrified face when he realized I wasn't Connor, and I clicked on the Send button. Yes, I was sure.

 

 

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I was afraid this would happen. Fake ethics and morality hiding pure revenge. Who is the bully now?

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When the bullied becomes a bully and she wasn't really bullied because it was just one day and he left her alone really sad

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