Thursday January 23rd

Iris's POV:

Today, everyone’s in for a shocker. I decided to start with my outfit first. I decided I should wear a dress to impress the shit out of people. The dress I picked out was a blush pink colored, long-sleeved, swing dress. What I liked about it was that it covered most of my cuts but still showed some to say “Look what you did to me”. Of course, it is still winter, so I had to wear a scarf to keep my neck warm. The white scarf has zebras and light pink hearts on it. It’s literally the cutest scarf I’ve ever seen. I guess you could say zebras are my second favorite animal. I also wore black heels that strapped around my ankle and the bottom knuckles of my toes. I didn’t really care that my legs would be cold since I looked hot, and that's all that mattered. I was lucky my mom bought me three hundred dollar Saint Laurent Square sunglasses: I’ll be needing those today. For my bag, I chose a black shoulder bag, in which it’s second fabric is scrunched up into a big bow on the front of it.

Remember how I wore so much makeup, that everyone was whistling at me or maybe the other girls…but still? Well, I decided to wear a lot of makeup because of that. Thanks to Brielle, I’m wearing mascara, shiner, glossy pink lipstick, pale pink nail polish, and lastly, my eye shadow fades from white, to pink, to brown (the white only sitting in the corner of my eye). For my hair, it was laying in lightly curled waves. I was in love with my outfit, even if it took my sister’s help and hours to prepare. It was worth it.

I spent all night doing research with Riley over the phone on people around the school. The football players are not to be messed with or else they’ll fight back harder. The popular wannabes actually tend to get frightened easily and will leave you alone if you give them a big scare. Lastly, some teachers are just too easy to mess with.

Riley had a bunch of pranks in mind that she had always wanted to do and shared them all with me. We decided to do my fun and playful one to Liz’s teacher and teach Liz a couple of other tricks for the future. Kyle can’t mess with the football players unless he wants his face rearranged, so we have to help Kyle fit in more. Then there’s Dakota. We’re gonna have a lot of fun with her revenge. For mine, Riley and I thought up a diabolical plan that’s likely to blow people’s minds. First, we have to find out who the culprits are that gave my locker a paint job. Let the games begin...

“You look like a Bitch,” Skye smirked at me as I climbed into her car. She was giving me a ride to school since Harry is still sick. I think he could come to school if he wanted to, but his mom just got him back and is extra worried about him. Perfectly understandable though.

“Good, that’s what I was shooting for,” I smirked back and placed my sunglasses on. Today is going to be fun.

Skye chuckled and pulled out of our driveway, “Look, I’m okay with what you’re doing, just try not to go to crazy, okay?”

“Why?” I raised my brow.

“Well,” she peaked a glance at me before turning her attention back on the road. “You’ll just end up being like one of them.”

I nodded, “Okay, I see your point.” The last thing I want is to become a bully. A few pranks will only make me the school clown, and I’d rather just be that. Besides, Liz and Dakota are going to take credit for the tricks, it’s not like anyone would know it’s me. Kyle…he’s not doing a prank. He’s going to the mall with Riley and I at lunch, he just doesn’t know that yet.

“And this Riley chick…” she paused so she can focus on the turn. “Are you sure you can trust her.”

“No,” I shrugged. “But she knows what she’s doing. Plus, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell me things I could do to her if she was plotting against me. She gave me a lot of ideas that I wouldn't hesitate to use.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “Just be careful, okay?”

I nodded, “Mmhmm.”

When we pulled up at the school, Riley was already waiting for me with our first prank inside a plastic bag. I got out of the car and thanked my sister before making my way over to the girl.

“Are they already here?” I asked as I examined the bag, a horrible stench hitting my nose from it.

“Yeah, they’re inside. Let’s do it fast. It fucking sticks,” she grinned evilly.

I pinched my nose, making my voice sound nasally, “Yeah, no kidding.”

We walked over to the silver convertible that Olivia, from the popular wannabe crowd, owns. Riley pulled a stick out of her purse and used it to place the object behind the door handle of Olivia’s car. This way, it’s out of sight so Olivia’s in for a surprise when she opens her car door. This plan was disgustingly genius. I can’t wait till school is over to watch this unravel.

“Okay, Phase Two,” Riley grinned after placing both the stick and the trash bag into a garbage bin. “Mr. Brush is Liz’s first teacher, right?” I nodded. “Well, he always comes to class late, so that gives us time to do it.”

I nodded, “Alright, let’s do it.”

“You look great by the way,” she gushed. “Are you ready to surprise the shit out of some bitches?”

“Fuck yeah,” I chuckled.

We locked arms and confidently walked through the doors of the school and into the hallway. The clack of my heels had heads turning to see the source. I swear everyone’s eyes were so wide, they could pop out of their sockets. I took off my shades to see the drool dripping from boys’ mouths and the glimmer of jealousy in girls’ eyes. In that moment, I knew everyone had changed their opinion on me. For once, I felt in control.

Riley and I reached Mr. Brush’s room and quickly closed the door behind us. Riley texted Liz and kept lookout while I placed superglue all over Mr. Brush’s chair. If he wants to mess with my friends, he can do that sitting down. Riley and I even thought up a plan so she and I could see his reaction.

Knock knock!

“That’s Liz,” Riley clapped and opened the door. “Hey.”

“Uh, so remind me why I’m here early?” she groaned.

I giggled, “The prank, Silly. You need to be here the earliest so the class knows you did it. You’re silently getting revenge with your teachers, all while earning respect from your peers doing so.” I handed her the glue, “Evidence.”

“Next class, you need to duct tape an air horn under his chair so that every time he sits down…” Riley paused and laughed. “Well, you get the drill.”

“You’ll need to place the duct tape, so it’s visible for other classmates, but hidden from Mr. Brush. Same with the glue,” I smiled. “Think you can do it?”

She nodded excitedly and sat down at her desk, “This is going to be great.”

“See you in ten,” I waved to her as Riley and I walked out of the class. “Let’s go talk to the group while we wait."

We walked over to the boys and their girls and I could’ve sworn Niall was blushing when I caught him staring at me. What? No. Niall wouldn’t blush.

“Whoa,” Louis jokingly stumbled backwards, clutching his heart as he did so. “I think I just had a heart attack.”

I snickered, “Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?”

Liam shrugged, “You do look good.”

“Good?” Eleanor gasped. “She looks hot!”

Perrie giggled, “I think she forgot Harry isn’t coming to school today.”

“No,” I said slowly. “I did this for a reason. I’m just sending a message to the school.”

“Well message received,” Zayn threw his hands in the air. “I know a ‘Fuck you’ outfit when I see one.”

Perrie slapped him on the chest, “Hey!”

“Just saying,” he smirked.

“Niall, Mate, you okay?” Louis chuckled and ruffled his hair. Niall was still staring wide-eyed at me, scanning my outfit from head to toe.

“Uh, y-y-yeah,” he stuttered. “Are you sure you should wear that, Flower? We have class with Scott today.”

Riley draped her arm over my shoulder, “Don’t worry about that. We planned on that.”

“Wait,” Liam shook his head and furrowed his brows. “You want him to see you in that?”

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes, “Yeah, its all part of the plan.” Everyone just exchanged weird looks with each other.

“Look, Iris-“ Sophia started, but I interrupted.

“Just trust me, okay? I can take care of myself,” I scoffed.

Ring ring! Show time.

Everyone started clearing the halls, except for the group whom were all still puzzled.

“Are you okay?” Perrie asked. “Maybe you’re getting sick like Harry. I mean, you're hanging out with Riley of all people. No offence, Ry.”

Riley shrugged, "None taken."

I shook my head, “I’m fine. I’m just finally tired of all the bullshit I’m fed. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah but you’re being so…” Liam trailed off.

“What? Bitchy? Is that what you were going to say Liam?” When he didn’t answer I just scowled at him. “I should’ve known you still hate me.”

“What?” he defensively raised his hands.

Louis chuckled nervously, “He never hated you.”

“Yeah, some show he played for you,” I stared coldly at Liam. I can’t believe none of them noticed his silence and glares. He hated me from the minute he saw me and they were all so oblivious from it. How could they miss it? “Come on, Riley. We’ve got things to do.”

“Wait,” Niall grabbed my wrist. “Aren’t you coming to class?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged “I’ll just be late. Don’t worry about it.” And with that, Riley and I headed to Mr. Brush’s class. We sat out there till Liz texted us and let us know he was sitting in his seat. Riley started her fake crying and I opened up Mr. Brush’s door, poking my head into the room. Sure enough, he was already sat in his chair as the class was doing work.

“Mr. Brush?” I asked for him and waited for his attention to turn to me. “There’s a girl crying out here.” On cue, Riley’s fake cries grew louder.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he groaned.

“Well, she’s asking for you,” I batted my eyelashes innocently at him.

He exhaled deeply, “Alright.” When he stood up, I expected him to be stuck to the chair, but what happened was even better. His pants ripped, staying glued to the chair.

I tried to hold my laughter back, “Oh my. Are those boxers or briefs?” The class started busting up with laughter and I watched as Liz did her magic with the kids around her, showing of the superglue. I cringed at the visual of Mr. Brush’s scowl, “Sorry. I’ll deal with the girl myself seeing as you’ve got your own show to deal with.”

I closed the door as Mr. Brush was screaming at his class to tell him who did that to him. If Liz gets caught, I’m sure she’ll take the blame with pleasure. I looked at Riley, who was on the floor laughing, and started cracking up with her. I pulled her up from the ground and we ran to our classes, laughing the whole way. I was ignoring the pain my heels were giving my feet because I was having too much fun. Phase Two is complete.

---

When I got to Photography, I noticed that the class wasn’t in the classroom, which means they’re probably outside somewhere. So I started skipping around campus in search for them, holding my heels in my hand. These heels may be cute, but they’re giving my feet blisters.

I passed a group of boys who all said things like, “Looking good, Iris,” “Love the new you,” and “I like your face.” I smirked to myself before sending them a wink and continuing my journey around the school. Where, oh where could the class be? Oh, duh. We were outside last class working on portraits of each other. Poor Nialler. I left him alone with Scott. Now I feel bad.

When my feet hit the pavement, I took a second to place my heels back on; I do not need my feet to get dirty. What is wrong with me? I never used to care about this? In fact, I liked to get dirty because it always meant I was doing something fun or daring. Now, I feel prissy in the sense that I feel like I have to look as presentable as possible. I do have to look good though, or else people will feel like they can walk all over me again. I feel as pretty as Riley, and I finally feel like I fit in.

“Hey, Sweet Cheeks,” a voice rasped in my ear. Operation Suspension is a go. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the dirty boy. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue. “Did you dress up for me?” I impatiently shifted my weight to one leg. I waited and waited, but he didn’t move a muscle. What the fuck is he waiting for?

“You disgust me,” I spat, hoping he’d do something, but he still stood like a stone. I grew tired of looking at him and turned away from him, making my way towards a crowd of students that stood around my teacher; I just need to get closer to them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scott wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. “I wasn’t done looking at you,” his scratchy voice echoed in my ears. Ew. I tried pushing him away, but I wanted him to keep holding me. It’s all part of the plan, trust me. “Stop fidgeting, Baby,” he growled. His words sent shivers down my spine, and I knew he could feel my actions since I was pressed against him.

He took it as a good shiver and turned me around and pressed his hips against mine. My eyes widened when I felt something hard against me. I gulped and looked down to find his bulge that was practically fighting to escape his pants. He lightly growled at me, failing to be sexy, and squeezed my butt. Finally.

I let out a blood curdling scream as soon as his hand touched my butt cheek and started pushing him away. “Don’t touch me!” I cried out, hoping to attract attention to us.

“Jesus, what’s your problem!” he barked as he stepped closer to me. Has he forgotten that we’re in class right now?

I took a step backwards and pretended to trip so I’d wind up on the floor. I shook my head and buried it into my knees, “Don’t hurt me, please.” I felt arms wrap around me, making me jump. Scott isn't supposed to touch me like this.

“It’s okay, it’s me,” Niall whispered into my ear, loud enough for me to hear. Thank God. This is supposed to happen. Except I expected the teacher to be yelling at Scott by now.

“What’s going on over here?” Mr. Oshiro asked. Good.

I looked up at him with quivering lips before pointing to Scott, “H-h-he t-touched me.” Niall rubbed circles on my back in attempt to comfort me, even though I was really okay, but he doesn’t know that.

“What? No I didn’t!” Scott snapped.

“He’s lying,” a girl glared. “I saw him grab her ass.”

“Pervert,” someone spat. Finally.

“Scott, I’m going to have to send you to the principal’s office,” my teacher shook his head in disappointment. “If I find out you didn’t go, you’ll be in bigger trouble.”

Scott scoffed, “She set me up.”

“Does she look like she set you up?!” Niall yelled. To keep the act up, I whimpered and held Niall tighter. “She’s shaking!” he yelled. Am I? Oh, I am…I guess Scott really shook me up.

“Go to the office Mr. Warner,” my teacher demanded with crossed arms.

“Fine,” he growled and stormed off.

“Are you okay, Miss Mercer?” Mr. Oshiro squatted down to my height. “Do you need to go to the nurse, or go home?” I shook my head, but didn’t speak. I don’t need to ruin my act…that may not even be an act at all. “Okay,” he sighed. “Why don’t you and Niall sit this project out? Its due next class and I see you haven’t made any progress. I can see why now.”

I nodded, “T-thanks.”

He shot me a sympathetic smile, “Why don’t you guys just sit in the sun? It’s cold out here.” We gave him a few more polite thank yous before Niall and I walked over to a patch of grass that sun was shining down on.

“You okay?” he asked.

I started laughing, “All part of the plan.” I pulled my sunglasses out of my purse and placed them on to shield my eyes from showing Niall even the slightest bit of fear.

He shot me a puzzled look, “So you wanted him to touch you so you could get him in trouble?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “The automatic A on the project was just a bonus.”

“So you weren’t scared? At all?”

Yes.Terrified, to be specific. “Nope,” I smiled. “Don’t worry about me. I told you I could handle myself. I wish I would’ve thought of that before.”

“Are you seriously that crazy?” he suddenly scolded me. Huh? “He could hurt you worse now! You shouldn’t have messed with him!”

“I’ll just do that again,” I shrugged.

“You just don’t get it! He knows what to look out for next time! He’s not an idiot, Iris!” Whoa, he called me by my actual name. He’s serious. “What if he…?” he stopped and looked away from me.

“What if he what, Niall?” I huffed.

“What if he raped you again?” he asked in a soft voice.

I shook my head, “He won’t. I’m stronger now. He can’t hurt me.”

“You’re so oblivious,” he threw his arms in the air.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are small and look at him,” he pointed to the empty space next to him as if Scott were sitting right there. “He’s buff. Maybe he won’t just rape you next time! He could seriously hurt you! And how do you think Harry will feel about this?! You purposely let the freak touch you!” His words made my blood boil. How dare he bring Harry into this. I’m doing this for Harry. He’ll be proud. Just wait and see, Niall.

“Why are you being so protective of me all of the sudden?!” I yelled at him as I clenched my fists. “You’re starting to sound just like Harry!”

His mouth moved like he was saying words, but no sounds came out. He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

Oh. I haven’t told Niall about what Harry’s been doing. Only Eleanor knows and my parents have witnessed his actions themselves. My parents don’t mind though; they think he’s being sweet.

I sighed, “Just forget it.”

“No, tell me,” he pleaded. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t feel like talking anymore,” I said honestly. I was done with words. Harry…Scott…everything was hitting me hard and I needed to control my emotions. The last thing I want is to show anyone I’m still that frail little girl.

“Fine,” he gave up and placed his head in his hands. That was the last time we spoke to each other all day.

---

When the break bell rang, I was called to the office again. Instead of the usual mocking I received, people shot me smiles and gave me thumbs ups for getting in trouble. I thought maybe I was just getting called to the office for Scott; like my principal needed me to tell him what happened. No biggie.

“Have a seat Miss Mercer,” my principal greeted me at the door. Well, this is weird. He’s always just waiting for me in his seat. “I have good news.” That’s also incredibly weird.

I took my seat in front of him, trying to cover up my confusion with a smile. “What’s up?” I asked casually.

“First of all, I suspended Scott Warner for his actions. I’m terribly sorry for that. I can assure you that it won’t happen again,” he nodded. Okay…now he cares. When it’s not rape, of course. I hate this guy, but I continued smiling. Operation Suspension is completed. “The other good news is that I caught the students who vandalized your locker. They are to repaint it after school today.”

“Really?” my eyes widened as I scooted to the edge of my seat. “Who was it?”

“For their safety, they asked me not to tell you their names,” he sighed. Well, then you shouldn’t have told me they’ll be at my locker after school. I’ll have to pay them a visit.

“I understand,” I lied. “I’m just glad you found out. Thank you so much.”

He gave me a smile that had my skin crawling, “No, thank you.” Uh…

I noticed him eyeing my outfit and felt insecure. No, I felt disgusting. I didn’t know what to feel. It’s not like I showed much skin, other than my legs, but I was still disturbed. Why is he looking at me like I’m a piece of meat? Then again, I could use that to my advantage. Anytime I get in trouble, I’ll just have to be sure to look extra sexy to get out of it. Perfect.

“Have a good day,” I smirked at him and walked out of the room. I’m sure he stared at my butt. The thought made me shiver for the second time today. I feel like puking.

---

“You look great!” I squealed at Kyle. Riley and I took him to the mall during lunch and gave him a little makeover to impress the ladies and earn the guys’ respect. We started by making him ditch his glasses. Sadly, he’s blind without them, so we took him to a eyesight shop and asked for a trial pair of contacts for him. He said they were still a little blurry, but it’ll have to do for now. He can get a prescription some other day since we don’t have time for that. We also bought him some ‘not so nerdy’ looking outfits like tighter t-shirts, plaid button ups that he’ll have to leave unbuttoned, beanies, leather jackets, skinny jeans, tank tops, board shorts, dress shirts, and some well-known shoes (dress shoes and Vans).

“Really?” he beamed. We were now standing before the school, about to head inside and surprise people with Operation Flabbergast. Today, we had him wear a white t-shirt with a blue and red checkered shirt over it (unbuttoned, of course). With that, we had him where matching sapphire blue skinny jeans and black Vans. We left his hair the way it is, seeing as he had that already under control. I have to say, he looked pretty amazing.

“You look sexy,” Riley grinned, making him blush. Oh, has he found another crush? That’s good because I’ve got Harry and I don’t want to hurt poor Kyle.

“Where are the girls?” I asked Riley.

She shrugged at first, but once she looked pass me she said, “Oh, here they come now.” I turned to find three blonde girls in high heels and slutty dresses. Perfect. Riley did Kyle a favor and asked her fellow friends to act like they think he’s the hottest guy ever. I was sure Harry wouldn’t like it if I did it myself, and Riley doesn’t think she’d have that great of an effect on the school.

“Girls, this is Kyle,” Riley introduced them.

Blonde number one giggled and ran her finger down Kyle’s chest, “You didn’t tell us he was hot.” I laughed as Kyle shuddered from her touch.

Blonde number two nodded and bit her lip, “I think we’ll have to keep him.”

“I-I’d like t-t-that,” Kyle said shakily, making all three of he blondes giggle happily.

I laughed, “Come on, let’s go show you off.”

We walked into the hallway again today and trailed behind Kyle. Kyle had his arms wrapped around all of the girls which was possible since they were all so skinny while he had long and muscular arms. Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice the muscles and the veins. Why did he struggle so much to impress the football players?

Anyways, girls were checking Kyle out as he strolled pass them. Guys were giving him high-fives for the impressive girls he got. Kyle looked genuinely happy and he was sure to thank Riley and me after our walk into the cafeteria. Operation Flabbergast is complete. I didn’t even bother saying hi to Harry’s friends. Niall is mad at me and I’m sure the rest of the group is after hearing what happened with Scott earlier, assuming that Niall told them about it. Instead, I sat with Riley, Kyle, and the sluts. We chatted about the pranks we pulled and how we have one more to be revealed today. Dakota’s. The one we placed before school.

---

Ring ring! The last bell rang and I could feel myself sprinting out of the classroom. Well, fast walking because of the damn heels. I don’t want to break them. I made it outside in time to position Dakota leaning against a light pole that sat across from Olivia’s car. I grabbed Riley and we walked a little ways away, so we didn’t look suspicious, but we could still see and hear what was going on.

I snickered as Olivia and her friends made their way to her car. Her hand reached for the handle and then it happened. You see, Riley has a dog and dogs poop. We placed dog poop on Olivia’s car door handle so Olivia would literally get a handful of shit. Genius, right?

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Olivia screamed and began shaking her hand feverishly. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

Riley and I started busting up and running in place as we laughed. It was the funniest joke of the day.

“Mess with me again, and you’ll get a mouthful of shit,” Dakota smirked and walked off, just as planned.

The girls all looked at each other with wide-eyes and squealed some more. We watched them panic and try to clean up the mess without touching it. They threw tissues at it, they tried removing it with woodchips but wound up gagging because of the smell, and lastly, they tried to get a group of boys to get rid of it. The boys just laughed at them and walked away. Finally, the girls gave up and just walked home. They could’ve just jumped in since it was a convertible, but whatever. Phase One is finally finished.

After Riley finished cracking up she smiled at me, “Want to go get Starbucks to celebrate?”

I shook my head with a grin plastered to my face, “No thanks. I’ve got something to do and then I’ve got to go see Harry.”

“Okay,” she nodded. Then, she hugged me. What is with her and hugs? I actually kind of sort of didn’t mind. Is that weird?

I hugged her back, “Thanks for all the help today.”

“No problem,” she pulled away and shrugged. “We’re not done yet. We still have to do your revenge.”

I frowned, “I don’t know. I think we did enough damage. Besides, people already seem to like me more today.”

“Well if you change your mind, you still have my number,” she winked. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye,” I waved to her before heading over to the school doors. Now, it’s time to find out who vandalized my locker. They hurt me, a lot. It couldn’t be Riley since she was with me, but it literally could be anyone: Scott, Liam, Andrew...anyone who’s ever said a bad thing about me.

I let out a deep sigh before opening the doors. I was completely blindsided. How could they?

“You?” I whispered, but they still managed to hear. Kyle, Dakota, and Liz all turned their focus away from my locker to my look of hurt. Kyle’s eyes widened as he looked between me and the paintbrush in his hand. Liz went from smiling to shooting me a sympathetic smile.

“Iris, we can explain,” Dakota frowned and shook her head.

“I helped you,” I felt tears threatening to spill, but I wouldn’t let them. I can’t show them I’m still that broken girl. I’m strong. I can face my fears head on. I can do this. “I helped you!” I yelled this time. “You are traitors: using me to your advantage!”

“But-“ Liz tried to speak but I cut her off.

I snarled, “I can’t believe you! I trusted you!” Kyle stepped closer, but I stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I sneered and left them with that.

Once I was outside, I pulled my heels off of my blistered feet and ran. It felt like September all over again as I ran far away from my problems. All the way to the track…

When I got there, I fell to my butt and held my knees to my chest as I cried in my hands. I cried about because Liam hates me. He didn't even deny it in front of the group whom also probably hate me now. I cried about Scott touching me today. I felt disgusting from being groped by that monster. I cried about Niall’s harsh words. He was right even though I didn’t necessarily agree with him. I cried about the way my principal looked at me. I felt like a toy for him to play with. Most of all, I cried about the three people I trusted: Kyle, Dakota, and Liz…AKA Team Kiss My Fucking Ass.

I felt my phone vibrate in my bag, so I pulled it out to check the message:

From Mr. Four Tits:
Are you coming over, Angel? I miss you<3

I smiled lightly at the message. The only person who cares is yet again, Harry. If he was here, he’d be on my side. Why wasn’t anyone else? What I’m doing is good, right?

To Mr. Four Tits:
Sorry Babe. Eleanor and Perrie asked for a last minute practice. I’ll be there later. Miss you too<3

I felt bad for lying, but I just want to finish up my crying in peace. He can’t see me like this because he’ll only think I want to cut even though the last thing I want to do is self-harm. I’m not even sad, I’m livid. I’m mad that I trusted those traitors, I’m mad that I helped them and most of all, I’m mad that no one appreciates what I’m doing.

I gritted my teeth and picked my phone back up.

To Riley:
The plan is back on.

I was going to leave the culprits alone, but I change my mind. Bullies are assholes that deserve to be punished. If they thought this storm was bad, just wait for the tornado to hit them. It's time to tear shit up.

Notes

Oh snap. Poor Iris, but also...BAD Iris. She's been very rude.

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