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It's finally 4:00pm, driving home from school. I pull into my driveway, putting my car in park. My parents weren't home yet. They're still at work by this time. I turn off the radio and sit for a moment in my car. Just thinking.

I think about whether or not to confront her. Whether or not to just humiliate her. Whether or not to get revenge on her. I honestly had no idea.

I remove my keys from the ignition and jogged to my front door. I slide open the door, throwing my bag down beside it, and race up the stairs. I jump onto my bed, pulling out my laptop. 'This bitch is gonna get what she deserves.' I think to myself.

I don't care if this is some 'Mean Girls' type thing to do. This bitch is finally getting what she deserves after all these years. All these years of doing something to fuck up my life.

I pull up my account for Facebook under 'Carmen Acardia'. Logging out, I click the option stating "Create a New Account". I type in a fake email that I've never heard of in my life. I register under the name 'Lydia The Slore'. I begin following each and every person from our school that I can think of. The follow backs kept rolling in by the second.

After creating the anonymous account, I click "Update Status". I'm still fuming in anger at just the thought of that bitch Lydia deciding to spread a rumor like that. I'm mad because 1. That's so untrue, 2. She made it sound like I spread it, 3. It makes me sound like I lead myself onto Scott in order to rape me, and 4. I hate bringing attention like that to myself.

"Lydia Martin is a slore. Stands for: Slut and Whore. She runs around destroying everyone life's when she's the one that's deserved this all along." I sit for a minute thinking of something. Something that could ruin her reputation. Something that she would never come back from. Something that can ruin even her relationship.

"Lydia Martin slept with Aiden while still being with Jackson". Yikes. The worst part was.. this was true. I know this because I was friends with Lydia one time. And at this time, she was still with Jackson.

I think smirking to myself,
'Finally I can hit her where it really hurts.'

A/N: sorry this is short.. more to come soon. xoxo

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 09, 2016 ⏰

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