Revenge of the Psycho Ex-Girlfriend

Chapter I: The Donuts

It was a dark and stormy night . . .
Well, it should have been. But, unfortunately, it was a bright, sunny day. Figures, the universe is trying to teach me a lesson about irony.
If only I had a picture of that little biatch. Then I could burn it, along with one of my many, many pictures of Bryce. I sigh. It's been two weeks since we've broken up, and the mere mention of him still makes me want to cry, scream, and burn something.
'Or somebody' I think to myself with a grimace. If I ever see that twisted, psychopath again, I will break all of my perfectly manicured nails--because they'll be buried in her scalp!
"Lisa?"
I turn around quickly. My twin sister, Veronica, stands by my bedroom door with a concerned, and a little bit fearful expression on her face. Her black hair poofs out all over her head, and I can just make out a box of powdered donuts in her hand through the tears that have been mysteriously welling in my eyes.
"Um, are you ok if I come in?"
"What?" I hastily rubs the tears out of eyes."Why wouldn't it be ok?"
Veronica, satisfied with my answer, walks over to my huge pile of imported French pillows and plops down on one. "Well, when I came into your room last time uninvited, you threw a hairbrush at me and said to leave you alone. You can't blame me for being just a tiny bit cautious." She winks at me and bites into a donut.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. So, what do you want?"
"Whaaat? You think that just because I brought in a box of donuts as a potential bargaining chip that I need something? Maybe I just want to spend time with my awesome twin sister! Huh? You ever think of that?"
I cock an eyebrow at her.
The corner of her mouth twitches. "Ok, fine. I do need something. I was just wondering . . . maybe . . . if I could borrow fifty dollars?"
"Hmm let me think --No."
"But it's for a good cause!! I swear!"
"I don't give a damn about your 'good cause'." I never share my money. Ever.

"But, Lisa, please?! Just hear me out!"

Uh oh.

My vision is blurring.

Everything is going in slow motion.

My sister's voice is the last thing I hear before I slip out of consciousness, and I am falling, falling, into the past.