Standing next to the desk was Sarah Liu, who shot me a quick smile. But it wasn't the kind of "quick smile" that you enjoy; it was more of a "quick smile" that says, "I'll get back at you eventually." I had reason to be concerned, as Sarah was notorious for coming up with the most awful, humiliating revenges that any 3rd grader should be capable of. As the malicious girl walked away, I frowned and took a sip of my Strawberry Kiwi juice pouch.
Sarah is from Asia, so of course, she is very very smart, and she isn't afraid to let the whole world know that she is the most intelligent student in the whole third grade. 5 feet tall, 150 pounds, and a triple black belt in Kung Fu, to say that she intimidated me was a bit of an understatement. I would simply have to disregard my homework, like I normally did, and plan the biggest revenge I could before she was able to act.
When I arrived back at my house and began to plan, the first thing I thought of was her purple butterfly backpack that she absolutely adored. I contemplated putting it through a paper shredder, washing it with bleach, or burying it in my cat's litter box. Then I realized in order for this payback to be anywhere close to Sarah's level, I would need to do all three...and more. I ratched through my desk drawer and found my bag of rainbow sharpies-perfect.
As I walked through the schoolhouse's doors the next morning, a horrific scream ripped through the air. It had seemed as if my carefully laid plan- I hadn't gotten any sleep that night- was finally rolling forward into action. I strolled casually into the third grade room and there Sarah was, crying her eyes out and holding her precious backpack in the air. Upon seeing me, her eyes widened and a demented look came across her twisted, convulsing features.
"YOU DID THIS, CLAIRE!" She screamed loudly, eyes crazed and red.
I looked at her and blinked my violet eyes innocently, "Why would I do this to you? You're like my best friend ever!" Sarah slammed the ruined backpack to the ground and rushed at me, fingernails bared and teeth snapping. Right on cue she fell through the hole in the classroom floor, into a trap much like those meant for tigers in the jungle. An insane scream echoed around everyone in the classroom (which was me, her, and the teacher), but I kept my cool as I strolled to my desk. Everyone else stared at me, and an uncomfortable silence ensued. I was quite pleased with my accomplishments: Sarah wouldn't be able to get her revenge, and I would no longer have to live in her shadow as the second best girl in the third grade.
A soft cry sounded from the hole and some sniffling followed; Sarah was just having an unbelievably horrible day. As the hours passed, she considered her whole life and rethought every cruel prank she had ever pulled. Sadly, there would never be a chance for her to amend these terrible mistakes. After what seemed like days, Sarah's teacher pulled her out of the hole, but something seemed off. She was a changed girl, having lost 10 pounds, her trademark swagger, and much of her haughty disposition.
"I hope you learned your lesson." The motherly lady smiled down at her grimly.
Sarah frowned and broke down into tears; she had most definitely learned her lesson.
THE END
