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I'm starting to worry I really am a sadistic person.
The Hira girls didn't deserve that. They're nice to everyone—too nice—and will probably join the Australian Olympic team one day. Well, they might have.
No, it was the others I needed to punish. I once read that hurting someone a person cares about is much more effective than hurting the person directly. It only works, however, if that person has a heart.
I've seen Mishka's face and I'm sure even she can't pretend to feel sorry for Aroha and Tui. She's not that good of an actress, not anymore. Perhaps she isn't as heartless as I'd thought.
Maybe I'm going too far with this latest post. My plan could easily backfire on me. If anyone ever gets into the app like I did, it'll become a matter of tracing that email back to me. Then again, unlike certain people who use their dog's name for a password, I'm ten steps ahead of everyone else, including the police.
Whether I use Rumpel to throw the scent off me or let him—or rather, her—completely take the fall will depend on how things pan out. The latest I've heard is they're also toying with the notion Mr Wu himself may be responsible. Making Rumpel look guilty is far easier, but who knows what will happen? Right now, I'm having too much fun to care.
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Call Me Rumpel
Teen Fiction"There's something I need to tell you," I say, my mouth instantly going dry. "About Call Me Rumpelstiltskin." Seventeen-year-old Mishka Winscott knows all there is to disguises. On the outside, she lives the perfect fairy tale life. No one knows abo...
