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Revenge

Sometimes I envy myself as a child and wish I had the courage that I did back then. I have too good of a heart now 😂

I can remember myself as a little kindergardener. I was tiny, like most five year olds, but I was an unusually tiny and frail little kid. I had glasses and piercing green eyes as well as caramel brown short hair. In my grade there was a boy with spiky brown hair and he had a rather big temper. I can vividly remember the teachers having a trouble with keeping the young boy from attacking other kids. He was rather famous for hitting the other children. His name was Ryan or something like that. On this particular day we were all having recess inside. All the other children were sitting in their chairs and playing board games and such, there were no chairs left for me and I was patiently waiting my turn. Ryan was sitting at the table when he suddenly got up. He had gone to hang around some of his other friends and I took this as my cue. I sat down at the chair and happily joined in with the other kids in playing with the toys. A couple minutes later Ryan returned.
"That's my seat!" He sneered and proceeded to try and push me out of the chair. I hissed in pain and pushed him away from me.
"You left!" I defended, my voice shaking as I tried to find my courage. Ryan's face contorted to anger as he pushed me out of the chair and I landed on the ground with a loud thump, my glasses fell to the floor and the lens broke. Tears streamed down my face, my mother wasn't going to be happy, I had just gotten those glasses.

A couple weeks later I had gotten a new pair of glasses and I was at school like the usual. I remember on this particular day we were going to the library to check out a book of our choosing. Once we arrived I caught sight of a book on the top shelf. A cat was on the front and to this day I can't remember the name of the book but it was about a mischievous cat. A devious idea suddenly popped up in my head as I approached the book and quickly checked it out. This book was basically Ryan's property, he checked it out and if some one touched it he got very angry. I plopped down in one of the chairs and opened the book, reading through it with a smile on my face. Ryan came into the room and noticed me holding his book and stormed over to me. He attempted to rip it from my hands and a teacher quickly noticed. She approached us and pulled the hot headed kid off of me.
"That's MY book!" Ryan sneered and tried to snatch it again but I was quicker. I moved the book out of his reach and the stumbled, nearly falling.
"I checked it out!" I spoke in a snobby tone, purely to annoy him. Ryan burst into tears as I triumphantly began to read through the book. The teacher dragged the troublesome child away from me and tried to interest him in other books but to no avail. He continued to wail and cry as I smiled to myself, reading MY book. Revenge had never been so sweet.