Megan catches Stacey

As Stacey rounded the corner, Megan jumped at her with the marker out. Stacey tried to fight, but the moment the marker's nib touched Stacey's arm, her ability to squirm was quenched. She could move the rest of her body freely, but couldn't do anything that would influence Megan's writing.

Seeing Mrs Garcia rushing towards them still, Megan quickly wrote CAN'T MOVE on Stacey's arm, rendering her completely motionless. She sighed with relief and waited for Mrs Garcia to catch up before she wrote the same on her teacher.

Thinking quickly, she also write "LIGHTWEIGHT" on the pair and dragged them to the nearest room, which happened to be the very same bathroom she found the marker in before. Once in cover, she could finally relax and think through her next steps.

The first step, of course, was to fix her growing problem. She piled them in the corner, leaving them frozen on the floor in the pose they were standing in when she caught them and looked at her chest in the mirror. Without delay, she wrote D-cup on them and felt the tension slowly lift from her back as the orbs on her chest shrank down to a manageable size. She had started to forget how nice breathing was before she had to carry the weight of several bags of sugar on each side of her chest.

She took a moment to appreciate her new figure in the reflection before she turned back to the other two.

Next, it was Mrs Garcia's turn. She pulled her arm up and wrote "OBLIVIOUS TO MARKER," "FORGETS EVENTS OF TODAY," "FREE."

She watched Mrs Garcia stand up, look around, confused, and demand with as much authority as she could muster, "What is going on? I ... need to sort myself out but there will be consequences tomorrow."

Megan hoped the marker worked as she watched the teacher as she, with as much false bravado as she could muster, stormed out of the room.

She took a deep breath and turned to Stacey, who, still immobile on the floor, truly started to panic.

"Looks like your reign as head bitch is over, doesn't it?" Megan did her best to sound domineering as she bent over to look at the face that had invoked fear in her for years. "What are we going to do with you?"

As Megan saw it, it was her responsibility and time to return the pain from years of bullying, not just of her, but of everyone whose school life was tainted by Stacey's ruthless behavior.

She began to decorate Stacey's arm with changes:

• Illiterate

She paused, planning what to write next.