taste of your medicine

1 - going home.

It was 2019. I was 11. Summer Camp.
I was poor as hell and my parents had just started their new jobs, I had shit clothes while all the other girls wore clothes I dreamt of having.
Me and Isabelle shared a cabin together at camp. I thought she was the friend I always wanted, she gave me clothes, makeup, everything I needed to fit in.
But it came at a cost. I had to do her dirty work.
I framed a girl for having drugs
I outed a girl to our camp supervisor
There were so many more worse things I did to good people and I did it so I could be fucking popular.
But then I wanted out.
I didn't care about the clothes or the makeup or the hair anymore but she threatened to tell everyone what I did to them, so for the rest of camp I did exactly what she said.
When camp ended we moved away to San Francisco for a while.
I dyed my hair brown
Put blue contacts in
Lost weight
Went through puberty
Learned how to do my makeup
I changed my self, disguised myself.
I even changed my fucking name so if I ever came across her again she wouldn't know it's me.
My name was , Connie-Rose Rebecca Miller
But my new name, my new life,
Caitlynn-Rachel Riley Martin

I kept it similar,just in case Isabelle was to remember everything.
My parents knew about all of this, obviously.
I told them everything I did and everything Isabelle had done to me.
My parents were made chiefs of the mafia not so long back which made it pretty easy to do this.

~on the tv~

Micheal REPORTER : "There is currently a missing person case for 13 year old Connie-Rose Rebecca Miller.
She was last seen walking home from school in San Francisco in an area where police believe there has been a serial killer recently. Everyone is looking for this young girl but her life is at high risk at the moment. Let's hear from Connies Mother , back to you Sophia."
Sophia REPORTER : "It's so tragic what's happening right now, here's Connies mother on the matter."
Connies 'mother' : *crying* "It's so awful what's happening right now, i-if you're out t-there, to my poor d-daughter c-c-connie mommy loves you so m-m-much" *starts bawling*
Sophia REPORTER : CUT!

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That was 3 years ago.
Obviously the woman talking as my mother is not my mom. It would be a little suspicious if people saw my actual mom every day with a girl who looks a bit like the girl who went missing.
We have this big plan.
And it all starts today, moving back to New York.
I packed up my things and off we went.
Our plan?
To make Isabelle remember what she did to me.
I want her to be sorry.
I want her to remember.
I don't wanna hurt her, my father says to me that hurt people hurt people. Either that or they're just fucking idiots who are so insecure of themselves they make other people feel like shit to try help.

If she's not sorry, then Isabelle you crossed the wrong girl sweetheart!
The thing is , since my parents are in the mafia now we're rich. So I may have hired a PI to investigate her and her family so when the time is right I can do to her what she did to me. Only this time it'll involve more blood.

Poor Isabelle, awh it's just so sad that she had to be a bitch.
Poor poor girl.
I could say I feel sorry for her but I would turn into fucking pinnochio.

And here we are.
New York City.
I've missed this place, but I'm back for good so there's no getting rid of me now.
Then I saw her
Isabelle.
Her hair , freshly highlighted and curled, her makeup, so flawless it looks like a filter, her clothes, all designer.
She's smiling with her friends, it's funny actually.
I recognise all of them.
They're only a few of the girls she made me do shit to. Funny how the tables have turned.

All the girls looked at me and smiled and waved, I waved and smiled back. Maybe she really has changed!
For her own good, she better have.
Wait is she coming over here? Oh shit she is.

"Hey Girl! I'm Isabelle it's so lovely to meet you do you need any help with your bags?"
Did she go to like kind people camp why the hell is she so nice?
"That's so kind of you to offer but I'm okay! I'm Caitlyn by the way."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Caitlyn, where are you gonna go to school? Maybe it's the same as me !"
"Brixton Creek High"
"Omg girl same! That'll be so fun I'd love to give you a tour around on your first day if you'd like?"
"I'd love that Thankyou!"
"It's no problem girl, and if you need anything just let my know, I know being the new girl can be hard."
"I really appreciate that Isabelle, you're a lovely person."
"So are you ! Oh I'm so sorry but my moms calling me I think it's time for my dinner so I should probably go home but it's been great meeting you Caitlyn"
"You too, see you at school!"

What the absolute fuck?
I expected her to walk past me look my up and down like she used to do to new girls.
I'm actually kinda surprised?

Maybe she has really changed.
But I can't be too trusting just yet.