Flaky sat in the school guidance counselor's office, softly crying. She had just gotten out of the shower in the girl's locker room, and had put on Happy Tree High sweatpants to replace her messy skirt and panties. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Pop looked at Flaky concerned, and spoke to her in a reassuring voice.

"Your parents are on their way here to take you home. And I can assure you that those boys who did this will be expelled for this type of very serious bullying." he told her calmly.

"O-O-Ok-k-kay." she stuttered, wiping her tears with her eyes.

"Now, why don't you take me back to exactly what happened?" said Pop.

"Well, I-I-I was w-walking in the h-h-hallway, minding m-m-"

"Talk slowly, dear. You're stuttering." said Pop, calmly. This time, Flaky talked more slowly so she couldn't stutter.

"I was walking through the hallway, and Lifty and Shifty lifted the back of my skirt up, showing my underwear, and later, they apologized and said they wanted to make it up to me by giving me cupcakes. So, I ate one, and later in class, my stomach started hurting, so I asked if I could be excused, but Lifty and Shifty told me to stay put, and the cupcakes must've had laxatives in them, because, then, I… I..."
"It's okay, dear." said Pop. Flaky took a deep breath.

"I had an accident in class." she said, tearfully. She didn't even try to stop the tears from flowing out of her eyes.

"Oh, Honey. I'm sorry to hear that. Like I said before, those kids will be expelled for this awful prank." he said. Just then, the door opened, and in came Flaky's parents.

"Hello, Pop. Hi, Wendy." her mother said as she hugged her. Flaky hugged her back.

"Hello, Pop." said her father shaking his hand.

"What's going on, Pop?" asked her mother.

"Well, I know your daughter's upset, so I'm going to keep this short. Wendy was the daughter of some very serious bullying."

"How long has this been going on?" asked her father, concerned.

"According to her, a couple weeks now."

"And she didn't tell anyone?" asked her mother.

"No. And we didn't know about this until today." he said.

"I-I-I'm sorry I d-didn't tell a-anyone. I w-w-was just scared of w-w-what they would do t-to me if-" she cried, before being interrupted by her mother who was calmly shushing her.

"It's okay, dear. You told somebody now, and that's all that matters." she said, hugging her daughter. Flaky felt embarrassed. First, she crapped herself like a baby, and now, she was bawling like a baby.

"We'll take her home." said her father.

"Good idea. I can only imagine what she must be going through right now. The kids who did this, Lifty and Shifty, have been expelled for this."

"Good. Come on, Wendy." said her father. Her mother led her out the door.

"Bring her back to school, only when you feel that she's ready." said Pop. Flaky hoped that she wouldn't be brought back here. She wanted to be homeschooled.

While she was walking through the hallways with her parents, she saw Flippy. Oh no. It's that boy I like. And now, he's going to make fun of me, she thought to herself, but when Flippy saw her she didn't make fun of her, instead he asked if it would be okay if he talked to her.

"I'm afraid not. If you're going to make fun of her, she's had enough of that today." said her mother, sternly.

"I won't make fun of her. I promise." he said.

"I-I-It's okay, Mom." she said. Her mother sighed.

"Okay, but your father stays here. I'll go bring the car around front." she said. She walked down the hallway to get the car while her father stayed.

"Wendy, I… I heard what happened in class, and… I'm sorry that this happened to you. Really, I am." said Flippy, scratching the back of his head. She liked Flippy, because he was the only one in school who didn't call her Flaky.

"I-I-It's fine." she said.

"And I think that you did the right thing by telling somebody. Where are those kids? I'd like to teach them a lesson."

"They've been expelled." said her father.

"Oh. Good. We don't want them back here. By the way, I… I really like you, Wendy." he said. Flaky went wide-eyed.

"You… Y-Y-You do?" she asked, unable to believe her ears.

"Yeah, you're a nice girl, you don't curse, you're very smart, and you're very pretty. Hey, maybe they were picking on you, because they were jealous of you. Am I right?" said Flippy, chuckling to himself. Flaky laughed nervously.

"I-I-I like you too, F-Flippy." she said.

"Really?"

"Y-Y-Yeah." she said.

"Thanks. I hope you get better. However long it takes." he said leaving.

"T-T-Thanks. S-See ya, Flippy." she said, waving. She smiled to herself, as she walked away with her father. She already felt like a million dollars.