What's Up With The New Kid??...WHOSE LIVING IN MY HOUSE??

Revenge is sweet

I screamed. I've been doing that a lot lately since Josh got here, and he hasn't even been here for a week and he's already getting on my nerves. But why am I screaming? 'Cause that dumbass put his red shirt in the laundry with all my white clothes and now they're pink. I'm on a mission to kill him. Ugh, where is he? I heard rustling sounds coming from his room. Found him! I pounded on his door.

He finally opened it. "Why are you always screaming?" He asked. 

"BECAUSE YOU ARE A NINCOMPOOP," I growled. 

"A what?" 

"A dumbass, you motherfucking son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you for what you've done!" 

"What did I do now?" He chuckled. 

"YOU TURNED ALL MY WHITE CLOTHES PINK." 

He started laughing. "My bad." He stepped back and slammed the door in my face. Oh hell no! Like I said before, I am not a person to mess with. I smiled to myself already thinking of a plan. I stalked downstairs, went to the phone and started dialing. I'll get him back. He'll regret making my clothes pink. 

"Hello?" Her annoying voice pierced my ears. It made me want to knock her down and rip her fake hair out. 

I put on my nicest fake voice. "Hey Jennifer, it's me, Jaquelina." 

"Why are you calling me?" Bitch. I sighed. Keep it cool, Lina. Remember the plan. Stick to the plan, I told myself. 

"Jen, I thought we were friends." 

"Well you thought wrong." She was about to hang up but I stopped her. 

"Wait," I stalled. 

"WHAT." I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.Her eyes that were caked in makeup and fake lashes. 

"You know the new kid Josh?" 

"Yes." Her voice got excited. Perfect. 

"Well he actually lives with me." 

"Really?" Ugh, she sounded so annoying. I wanted to punch her. 

"Yeah and ever since he met you, he can't seem to stop talking about you," I lied. 

"No way!" She screeched.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes way and I feel like it's my duty to help him since he's sort of like a brother to me." 

"Wow that's so nice of you." 

"Yeah so do you want to talk to him?" 

"Yes!" She squealed. 

I called him down. "JOSH, PHONE FOR YOU." I stifled a laugh and handed the phone out for him. I quickly remembered something and brought it back. 

I whispered into the phone, "Jen can you maybe tell him that you called him instead of I called you to talk to him?" 

"Sure." 

Josh came down. "Who is it?" 

I covered the bottom of the phone. "I don't know probably one of your hoes." I handed him the phone, covering my mouth so I couldn't laugh. 

"Hello?" He asked into it. Perfect, Jen can talk for days. I quickly ran upstairs to his room. Damn, it's locked. I suddenly remembered that the vent in my room leads to his. Perfect. I ran into my room, and went to the vent. I quietly took off the cover and started crawling. Damn, it's hot in here. I finally reached his room but the vent was too far away from the floor, but not too far away from his bed. I slowly crawled from the vent and tried to land on his bed. 

Thud-ow. I didn't land on it. I could think about the pain later, now I need to hurry. I ran to his door and tiptoed out of his room, unlocking the door behind me. I can still hear Josh talking on the phone so I have some time. I quickly ran to my room, getting the stuff I need. Red paint, paintbrush, power puff girls stickers and a pair of scissors. I quickly ran back to his room, grinning devilishly. I don't have much time. I dabbed the paintbrush with some paint and started painting his walls. The paint fumes were making me sick and when his room looked red enough, I grabbed the stickers and started sticking them everywhere: the walls, the bedpost, bookshelf, and everything else in sight. Then I saw it. His precious guitar. I'm not that mean that I would paint it, but I'm not that nice that I would redecorate it with some stickers. I giggled and placed stickers on almost every inch. It looked like the power puff girls threw up all over it. Then, I grabbed the pair of scissors and started to cut his bed sheets. At first it was hard to cut, but I eventually got used to it. When I was done with that, I looked around at the masterpiece I created. Hmm it's still missing something.

Got it! I ran downstairs passing Josh on the way, who was still talking on the phone, and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge door and got what I needed. I was going to cook this fish for dinner today but I can easily make something else. I scurried upstairs back to his room. I had to hurry. I rubbed the fish in everything I could find, everything from his pillow to favorite tee shirts. Now my revenge is complete.

Mwahahaha, mwahaha, mwahahaha, bwahahaha. I'm such an evil genius! Shit, I couldn't hear anymore talking coming from downstairs. I threw the fish in his closet and quickly ran out the door, closing it quietly behind me and locking it in the process. I could see Josh walking towards his room and I tried acting casual. 

"Hi," I said when we reached each other. 

"Um...hi." 

"So what did the bitch want?" I asked. 

"I don't know, I think she thinks I like her." 

"Why would she think that?" I asked innocently. 

"Beats me. Hey, where'd you coming from?" 

"The bathroom. I'll see you later." I walked towards my room. I jumped on my bed and picked up a magazine. Wait for it. 

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. JACQUELINA." I was laughing so hard I fell off my bed, my head smacking against the hardwood floor. Ouch.