Note to writers: please, please no animal transformations, bestiality, or questionably legal age stuff :(
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"I know it's too late," I say, "but I'm sorry."
A victim is bullying me back. It has been a long time coming - I have been a bully for as long as I've been at school; my friends and I bring out each other's mean streaks, and even if one of us had tried to turn over a new leaf, the other two would have been right there to pressure her into being nasty again.
That was true until a little over a month ago. One day after school, my little brother came to me in tears. It took me, oh, maybe a half an hour, before I calmed him down enough to explain to me what was wrong: he had been pushed down the stairs because he wouldn't give Jess his lunch ticket.
Thinking back, I'm sure I knew that the bullying was wrong before that, at least in an abstract sense; but your cute little brother crying into your shoulder because of something your friend did really has a way of bringing things to life. Even as I was comforting him, I could imagine having been the one who had done it to him. My cute little brother, who'd never hurt a fly.
Now I'm on the phone with Kyle. I've been feeling bad about our prank since we did it; he's someone's brother too, after all. Actually, I'm not sure whether he has any siblings - he's someone's son, at any rate. I'm a little bit confused that he believes this curse business - but hey, I suppose I might as well humor him.
"Excuse me? You're sorry? Do you have any idea how bad that was for me?"
"Yes," I say, "I actually do. I mean, like, well... I'm sorry. I should have apologized sooner."
I take a deep, shaky breath. This isn't something the old me would ever have done, and I'm still not sure I want to. But the only way I'll ever get a reputation back after all those years is to eat my words, so...
"If there's anything I can do to make it up for you, like, a public apology or anything? I'll do it. Just name it."
There is a long pause. I'm starting to wonder if he's still there, when I hear -