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002. Eating Boys For Dinner
ART was a principle in the journey of life. It was a matter based solely on personal opinion, it was controversial and calculated. Art was something which was presented in all forms, discreet or obvious, secret or public, it was a beauty which could be held close to the heart. Art could be considered as such: painting, dancing, singing, sex, war — point is, art is everything. Many would disagree with Priscilla Cameron on the basis of her opinion of which revenge is a presentation of art is the most human-like way possible. It spurred from burning passion and deep fury, stemming from the depths of the battered mind and tainted soul, breaking free from a chambered heart. Revenge was an act which could be shared, revenge could be minimal or major, revenge was a variable which could be controlled under the simplicity of human touch. That is why Priscilla Cameron considered revenge the most beautiful, the most powerful category of art. It was national, world-wide, international and spread through the minds of nearly every man on earth.
Priscilla had mastered the art of revenge. Ever since she was a little girl, revenge had come easy to her, almost like a natural talent. Her earliest memory of her first accomplishment was when she was on the edge of nine years old, weeks away from turning ten. Sarah was ill with the flu and she had been assigned specific medication which would tame her illness and recover her quickly. However, her medication was soon swapped with Tic-Tacs and white Mentos, and Sarah's flu lasted two weeks longer than it should've. It was safe to say Sarah Cameron never snitched on her twin-sister for receiving a lunch-time detention again.
Due to her professional nature within the act of revenge, she had calculated the exact steps in which she would perform in her first chapter of her '(Slowly) Killing JJ Maybank' series.
She and Ronnie tip-toed through the Cameron estate. The plan was to head to Ward Cameron's office and use his printer, with the assumption that he was hopefully in bed and the office door was unlocked. Following their stream of brilliant luck, the two girls snuck into Ward's office and closed the door behind them carefully, flipping on the light switch as they hurried towards the printer. Priscilla took out her phone and began printing the wanted picture, unable to hide her grin as she watched it slowly develop.
"Why does your printer sound like a steam train?" Ronnie complained. The two girls cringed at the loud sounds emitting from the printer, which — in fairness to Ronnie — sounded a lot like a steam train. Priscilla shrugged, looking over her shoulder to check no one was there. "It's old, like, I'd even say it's vintage."
Ronnie snorted loudly, earning a nudge from Priscilla. She grinned apologetically before catching sight of the paper which Priscilla had printed, her eyes widening significantly as she gawked. "Priscilla Saint Cameron, you really don't live up to your Saint name, do you?"
Priscilla and Ronnie left the office, making sure to power off the printer and turn off all the lights, quietly closing the door as they made their great escape. Whether it was the unnecessary loudness of the old printer, Ronnie's obnoxious remarks or Priscilla's uncontrolled giggles, nobody could be sure, but the combined volume of all three had awoken a specific somebody inside the Cameron house, and they stood watching from the spiralling staircase.
