The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Revenge

Thea

I love Melissa Martin with all my heart, she is like a sister to me. When you love someone like like a sister they are bound to have some flaws that you find undeniably irritating and annoying and makes you want to rip their heads off and then do the same to yourself. 

With my dear Mel, she had a trait that made me want to kill myself but also want to give her a standing ovation for it. 

She has a one-track mind, and that one subject that seems to be on her mind 24/7 is...

Herself, she had always found a way to bring any conversation to herself, always thinks about herself and wants people to do this solely for her. 

With her gorgeous blonde locks, emerald green eyes and skinny physique who wouldn't be hanging onto her every word, even a little movement makes her noticeable and she takes advantage of it. With her I can't say no but  I don't let her stomp all over me either which is why we are still friends, best friends. 

This revenge was for waking me up earlier then necessary just for her selfish reasons. 

I had reached campus grounds and sat down near a willow tree, the branches hanging down creating a barrier between me and the sun. My black and white checkered Vans were dirty beyond belief but I hadn't gotten the time to clean it, I also know that I would never clean it either because of the lazy genes passed down to me by my lethargic father who is proud of his 'special' quality. 

This 'special' quality was definitely never appreciated by Selene Sterling, compassionate wife and mother, whose killing glare could have sent us six feet under, yet my father stood strong trying to prove his quality was amazing while I slowly backed away from their fight knowing my mother would turn around and lash out on me next for being 'sluggish' her word not mine. 

I whipped out my phone, adorned with a clear case that had a glitter liquid and small peaches in it. I smiled at the case and shook it around, mesmerised by the way the glitter moved along with the peaches. 

I shook my head to get myself to snap myself into reality, hypnotised by the phone case I had waste a few minutes. 

I unlocked my phone and called Mel, ready to blast her with a surprise that may shoot her off into space. 

"Where are you?" She screamed at me through the phone, I lowered the volume and placed it back near my ear. 

"Well,"  I elongated the word, "I'm ready to go to my lecture in fifteen minutes, sitting on our lovely campus grounds filled with studious students," I mocked her. 

She let out a string of curses, damning me to hell and more explicit words that could make a nun scream out. 

I simply laughed and cut the call, anxious to see her reaction and what my consequences would be. Time to see a mad Mel storming towards me, most likely in her pajamas, ready to chop my head off and drag me to hell.