Shoes

uno : shoes

Quickly, I turned my head in both directions down the hallway. It was 3:09, and this meant I had 6 minutes to do my damage without getting caught and without anyone being able to take it down and have it pass by unnoticed.

I felt my mouth turn upwards in an evil grin. I wa going to get this bitch.

I moved towards the locker and pulled out the letter from my notebook. I knew the password to her locker, sure but I didn't want anyone suspecting me because it looked like someone had opened her locker and placed it on something. I folded the letter slightly and positioned it right in front of one of the slots. I inhaled and pushed it in with my index finger. After that I tucked my notebook under my arm and pulled out my sharpie from my back pocket.

I uncapped the marker and got to work.

Let's recap. Just a bit.

In eighth grade graduation I tripped on the stage with my mini diploma in my hand. I tripped and the class around the diploma shattered and cut my face. This is why I have two small cuts on my forehead, and one on my jaw.

In tenth grade when I was invited to my first party. I almost managed to make out with the second hottest boy in our grade, but there was a gaping hole in my shoe that had clear lines: someone had cut it open.

Later in tenth grade, I made my first boyfriend who saw the words: i'm a cumbucket written on my shoe in permanent marker and dumped me on the spot. In the cafeteria. In front of everyone.

In tenth grade, at that party I was so excited about. I saw my best friend making out with that guy I was so excited about. She was on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck and I could see her tongue devouring him. It hurt. I won't say it didn't, but since she didn't know...I didn't blame her.

Naive.

Later in tenth grade I should have recognized it. Her handwriting. Slanting slightly to the left, and the spaced out letters.

Naive.

It wasn't until the middle of eleventh grade, after more and more incidents involving my fucking shoes that I started to think about who even had access to my shoes who could even possibly do something like this.

I came up with only one name: Evelyn.

She was the only one, and her handwriting matched.

She was the one haunting me.

The girl I'd thought was my best friend who I could tell everything to.

After I thought about her I started noticing the small things. Like, her posture change whenever a guy talked to me. Like she was desperate to get their attention away from me. I noticed how her eyes didn't match her enthusiasm for my success. She wanted to see me fail. I noticed the over pitying look in her eye when I fell down and she helped me up. I noticed that look in her eye when a guy I used to have a crush on came up to us to flirt with her and she didn't stop him.

So, I decided I was going to get her back for ruining my life for years and causing my low self esteem.

Bitch was going to get it.