*Deandra's POV*
I have the perfect plan for revenge on Brooklyn.
I sit behind the bushes next to her apartment, waiting for nighttime to come.
When it finally arrives, and I see the last light go off I'm her house, I quietly walk up her sidewalk.
I peek into her window and notice her sleeping. I glance at her desk, and see my poor spaghetti strands sitting helplessly in the shape of shrek.
"It's okay, baby" I mumble.
I sneak around the back, and pick the lock on the back door. I tiptoe inside, and quietly open her bedroom door.
I walk over to her snakes tank, and carefully pull him out of the tank, careful not to disturb Brooklyn.
I hiss quietly, before running out of the house.
I grab a plastic bag to put the snake in on my way out.
As soon as I get home I set the snake in an old turtle tank, and go to bed.
As soon as I wake up the next morning I grab the snake, get dressed, and clip him with a hobby pin onto my half ripped spaghetti. Perfect.
I feel a pang of guilt, realizing that Brooklyn must be freaking out!
Oh well, she deserves this.
I grab my backpack and head out the door. Today should be good.
