PROLOGUE
Picture this: I'm six years old waiting in line for a much anticipated ice cream when suddenly a tall boy with a cheeky grin steps in front of me and laughs. The anticipation inside me rises even more but anger clouds it. And well me being the cute furious six year old I am well let's just say no cuttzies is a huge word in my dictionary. So I wait behind the tall evil little monster of a boy and devise my beautiful plan. The boy sits down after ordering and licks his ice cream meanwhile I am the picture of calm. I order two large milkshakes and one ice cream and when it comes I move toward the little monster's table and then proceed to pinch his ear and spill two large milkshakes all over him. Let's just say that the owner of the store wasn't very happy neither was the little monster. So ten minutes later I end up being banned from the store and the evil monster gets a free ice cream. Despicable, right? So right after he finishes his ice cream and steps out of the store I'm already ready with plan B and it's better than ever. However he's ready with a plan of his own and let me tell you this. The evil little monster got his pay back and me? Well I never did.
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The milkshake spiller
Teen FictionPICTURE THIS: you're six years old , waiting in line for a much anticipated ice cream when BAM a cute little monster of a boy cuts the line and steps in front of you. Being the feisty rich six year old you are you devise a plan to get your revenge...
