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The hill loomed ahead, the last thing standing between me and an hour of self conscious humiliation. Well that's what it was bound to be, I'd never done this in my life why would I be anything short of a performing monkey. I suppose a monkey would probably be a little more coordinated. I have played netball all my life, since year three; it's taken me seven years to be any good at that. Why would I start this? The name Betty Spaghetti they used to call me, me with my long legs and arms flailing through the air defending the ball. Not any more! Second team, looking to get into team one next year. I'm good at that, what even made me even thin

I'm sorry to start on a sour note but sour is a nice way to describe you. If you don't get skin cancer I don't know who will, If you were any crispier you'd be a chip. I know your life hasn't been perfect and mine may be a sore reminder of what yours wasn't but that's no excuse for the way you treat people. I have no respect for you and not an ounce of me likes you one little bit, I will be quite glad never to see you again. Just watch out what toes you tread on because it could end badly. This message goes out to some one who I am a little bit sorry for, I realised the other day that I have never heard about your dad. You must have had one,