Home for the holidays

Chapter eight- Lisa

Seeing Ava last night reminded me a bit of high school, in the fact that I was trying to place her in my memory. During high school I never really socialised with women as I thought they'd be able to tell there was something diffrent. Throughout my early school years I always got on really well with girls however when I started to turn into a teenager and go through puberty etc the dysphoria was crippling mixed with the fact it was now "gay" for me to hang out with the girls. After quite a bit of bullying I stopped speaking to them, I feel bad about how I hurt them but the pressure was immense. Since that happened I started to work out and present more masculine, so being in this town has brought a lot of that back-- not the becoming more masculine just the old feelings I used to get. I don't think Ava would be transphobic but it defiantly scared me when she realised. There's always been some rumours about Ava and her family. The whole town knows that Ava is a lesbian but her mom won't stop talking about some guy she lives with and if anyone goes to say anything about Ava's sexuality she turns the conversation to her other daughter and Damien. So having those feelings back resulted in me getting quite tipsy-- drunk-- and think up a bunch of ideas for ways to get her back. Although I said I would ignore her why shouldn't I inconvenience her a little. It was not the best of pranks because of the amount of alcohol going through my body but at the time it seemed amazing. So thats where I came up with a plan last night to prank her and it wasn't until this morning that I remembered my brothers helped me while we were all intoxicated. 

That's where I start thinking back to last night...

We all left the towns Christmas party, my dad stayed sober the whole night so he drove my mom home. This means that my brothers and I could go away after a little bit of persuasion. For some reason my parents didn't like the idea of three drunk people pranking a practical stranger, I'm not sure why though... seems perfectly reasonable for me. 

Heading out we walked down the street to a convenience store thats open late. I wanted the prank to be subtle, just a small inconvenience like the coffee. Except that the coffee was on my favourite jumper, alas that is how I'm currently buying shaving foam and flower. The plan is to slightly cover her windows with this paste that will be created. Now I know it is unfair on her family to do this to their windows but after speaking to my mom a bit I found out Ava's moms nice act is all fake. She clearly favours Ava's sister over Ava-- she practically said as much when she cornered my mom for a catch up session. So it's safe to say I don't really mind doing this mixed in with the fact that I'm a little drunk. 

I made my brothers carry the bags because its winter and freezing, also because I'm in heels. Don't get me wrong I absolutely love heels and how they make my legs look but I swear they must've been created by a man for how much pain they bring on women. However as I got progressively more drunk the pain seemed to subside a little. We also got a bottle of vodka in the shop and are taking swigs as we walk to Ava's. I don't live in this town so I didn't remember where she lives but one of my brothers did as his friend used to date Ava's sister. 

Thats how we got to be a stumbling trio outside of Ava's house. Her home looks meek from the outside, there's not much personality at all. You can defiantly tell its supposed to be a very clean cut generic house. It somewhat looks like an image you'd find on a housing website. There's not even any Christmas decorations on the outside, what is this place? I feel like I'm in another dimension or something because this just doesn't sit right with me. In our town it's a known thing to decorate the outside of the houses like crazy. For instance at the Christmas fair holds this completion each year where people bring pictures of the outside of their homes for reference and the best one wins. The pictures get submitted at the begging of the fair because while the judges are deciding someone drives around town making sure everyone is being honest. The town is that small that someone can drive around laps in under two hours. 

My brothers and I probably look like dicks trying to make a paste in the grocery bag but here we are. The car is nestltled in neatly and all their lights are off so I have high hopes they're sleeping and wont here us. If they do I'm running, fuck the heels. I'm the first one to walk over to the window, I have no idea what room it is but its somewhere to start. Picking up the paste I revel in the way it sinks between my fingers, this is good absolutely loving my revenge. Lifting my hand I mush it into the window just imagining what her reaction will be. To be fair in a way I've been really nice just doing this at least they can hose it down, my poor sweater is stained. I swipe the window and realise from the scraping sound I'm still wearing my rings. Thinking about it now I probably should've taken it off. Number one I don't want to scratch their windows and secondly its making a hellish noise basically meaning it sounds similar to nails on a chalkboard. 

Carrying on I finish my first window mostly with ease and look over to see one of my brothers joined in on the fun, the other one is on lookout but he is mostly preoccupied with drinking the vodka. We gradually hit all the down floor windows and aren't drunk enough to think of ways to do the second so laughing manically we leave before we get caught. Taking a quick look at our handiwork I feel accomplished at my level of revenge now we're even. My brothers and I make our way home and clean off the remains of our prank before going to bed. After that I don't remember much but crashing. 

And here I am now in the morning feeling victorious over my prank. Although I'm hungover as hell this high is like no other. Getting up I open my windows preparing myself for the blinding light to come except from it doesn't... blinking a few times I try to take in the scene. Oh my god! My whole window is covered in black. At this angle I can't even tell what it is. Going over to my phone on the nightstand I see a message has popped up. 

How do you like your view? xx 

WHAT THE FUCK! Ava, I knew it would be her. She doesn't know what she's started. She thinks she can get revenge on my revenge well she's instead inspired me. I think I will try out a few more pranks and go from there. The patronising kisses on the end of the text really sell me on turning this into a full on prank war. I will get my full revenge and we have plenty of time. 

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The whole day I try to come up with some other ideas of what to do next to Ava. I don't exactly want it to affect her house again as she doesn't actually live there. But that means I'll have to somehow get her alone. Which will be exceedingly difficult as I already said to her to leave me alone. My brothers found out about the prank when they finally woke up and opened the windows which is how I'm currently outside on a ladder super hungover. I've been trying to scrub the windows for what seems like forever, after a closer look at the black substance I realised its probably slime mixed with paint or something. I have however put gloves on as I don't know for sure what this substance is. As I'm trying to compress my anger into a prank I try to come up with thesable things to do. 

For instance I could send her a glitter bomb, she'd be finding glitter in her hair for weeks. Or try and give her some cookies but I doubt she'd take them from me (I'd do the classic salt prank) however she'd probably think I'd poisoned them and throw them out. Hmm I try to think of more, I want something that will inconvenience her slightly. As I think about it I manage to come up with the perfect prank. She'll never see it coming, I just need to hope it'll work out.