The vengeance I would quite happily wreak that Halloween night all began with the bra in my backpack. Innocently changing in the locker room at the end of P.E., when pulling it out of my things I couldn't tell if someone had just gotten our things confused or if it was just another bullying attempt, albeit this one was much more bizarre than usual. Hearing the characteristic hyena-like laugh from Jocelyn (one-fourth of my usual tormentors), I realized it was the latter, though I still wasn't getting the joke. Stretching it out in full, I saw it was meant for a much more...endowed girl than me. Were they just trying to tease me about how flat I was? Wouldn't be the first or last time. I balled it up and prepared to toss it somewhere unpleasant.
Suddenly the gym teacher and Debany rounded the corner. Blessed with F-cups and happy to flaunt them, teasing over my petite proportions was something she got a weird and unhealthy kick out of. I immediately recognized the "prank" as her handiwor