twelfth plane

You can't spell,

It's OLEson not MOLEson you big, fat idiot. Get a brain or I will actually smack you down with a loaf of bread.

And you won't get up this time.

Anyways what do I have against Hunter? I mean I feel like everyone has a reason to nowadays, but he did something especially nasty to me. I will only tell you if you promise to keep your big trap shut, and if you don't... I will find out who you are and expose you.

This is why I got kicked out of drama club. Well that and I can't sing to save a life.

Regardless, let's just say that one day Hunter may have publicly humiliated me using some fake blood, and when the teachers got back, he blamed it on me. Now I have a "jail record" and whenever I have to do anything that requires a resume, I will most likely never be able to do whatever I wanted to do. This was all back in the fourth grade though, so I highly doubt that he remembers doing it, let alone what my punishment was, so I just ignore him now.

Hugs from jail,

Ready to do the cell block tango

P.S. We should make up a fake handshake so that when we DO meet, I will know it's you

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