Forest Sisters

Digging up the past

Samantha's POV

Why that little- Ahhh! I had been steaming ever so since that hairy ape with mud for hair stole my boyfriend. We had a little fight, that's all. I had been willing to forgive him, but no, she had to get in my way.
I had been trying to think how to get him away from her, and back into my outstretched arms. But first she had to go. Throughout the morning I had been thinking of different ways to get rid of her, but none of them appealed to me. I could start to make rumors, but then Hugo would be upset with me once again and this would all start over, just like before.
About an hour after that girl rudely bumped into me I had an idea. Oh, it was brilliant.
As classes were going on, I snuck into the big house. Everyone was busy doing one thing or another, so it was easy to get in. I walked around, looking for what I came for. I opened one door after another, and finally on the third try I found it. Ha! I thought triumphantly. I knew they had one somewhere around here.
I walk over to the old computer and sat down. I haven't used one of these in ages. The computer was turned off. It took me a couple minutes to find the power button. Blast these stupid cords. why does it even need all of these? My phone at home only had one cord, but it worked just fine. When it finally lit up, it was slow and a little fuzzy. Great. I thought, frowning.
I pressed the fire fox tab and it opens in front of me. Everyone has trash, I thought, I just have to find it. From what up saw of her, I could tell she was running from something, hiding something. Now I just needed to find it. I had already gotten some information about her, but the most important thing to remember was her name. Ivy Forrester. Even thinking if the name put a bad taste on my tough.
I typed Ivy Forrester, but nothing came up. Ivy must just be a nickname then. Next I looked up Forrester, but there were too many articles to look through. An idea popped into my head.
Forrester family on the news. I typed. Bingo. I open the attachment. There was a picture of a sad looking little girl with haunted eyes. Under the caption read "Iveryn Forrester"
I started to read the article and my eyes widened. A wicked smile formed on my lips. Yes, this would make everyone see.
I printed out the article and looked down at the two pages in my hands, the black and white photo of Ivy standing alone with her dark eyes looking through the photo, as if they were watching me. My smile widened as I gazed at my findings with pride. This will show everyone who she really is. This will burn her reputation and I will never have to see her face again. After everyone sees this, they will throw her out of camp. Or better yet, lock her up and throw away the key.
I turned off the computer and slipped out of the room, the paper clutched in my hands, a wide smile on my face. Hugo would be mine once again.