The Consequences of Stealing Donuts

Intro :)

I pulled at my hair, frowning at the bag of donuts on my desk.

I can't believe I had thought that poor girl was eating my donuts.

And when I had yelled at her, she looked like she would start crying at any moment. But did I acknowledge that?

No.

Why?

Because I'm a dickhead, that's why.

I groaned inwardly, flopping onto my bed. I was sure that she went to my school because I remembered seeing her in a couple of my classes. So how could I make it up to her?

If I approached her just to return the donuts, I had no doubt that she'd attack me. I smiled quickly at the thought of her 5'3 self, attempting to hurt me but that smiled dissipated and the guilt of stealing her donuts came rushing back.

For the sake of my sanity, I just had to get her to forgive me and I wasn't willing to take no for an answer. An idea that only a pure genius could come up with - yes, I'm really that clever - had me jumping off my bed and lunging for my phone.

Damn... That poor girl won't know what hit her.

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I stood in the middle of my room, staring daggers at the wall, imagining that fucktard was in its place.

He had no right to run off with my comfort food, especially after yelling god knows what to me.

He had stormed off right after, clinging to my donuts like they were his life and I just stared, my eyes bulging out of their sockets, at his retreating figure.

Those donuts were supposed to be the highlight of my shitty day, but instead I got attacked and robbed by a stupid, popular, blue eyed fucktard.

I groaned just barely clinging onto what was left of my sanity thinking that out of everyone he could have decided to annoy, why me?

I pulled at my hair, tying it into a messy bun on top of my head, and started pacing across the floor, wondering what the hell was wrong with my life. And then, the most brilliant idea. The perfect revenge plan to avenge my most likely dead donuts...

I grabbed my laptop, furiously typing an email to my brother, a small smirk etched on my features.

I almost feel sorry for fucktard... That poor boy won't know what hit him.

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Mariah Davis does not tolerate thieves.

Especially ones who stole her favourite food on the shittiest morning she could have ever been having.

So when the donut thief attacks, she plans to get revenge.

With the help of her two best friends, Charlie and Azule, she plots the craziest pranks to play on him.

Will said donut thief be able to survive her attacks?

Perhaps, perhaps not.

But Mariah doesn't know what the donut thief has in store for her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE!

I have faith that people won't criticise my story but if you do, feel free to leave and don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya! *slams the door in your face*

For people who might actually enjoy reading my book, thank you for taking some of your time out to support me and the girl who is totally gonna be your new best frand, Mariah :) 

Just don't get on her bad side with your bullying and shit and maybe she won't prank you...

Mariah: *Yells* I MAKE NO PROMISES THOUGH!

Uhm... Hopefully you'll escape, lovelies *laughs nervously* Have fun reading :))