The Best Revenge

Chapter One

I wait at the bus stop, insanely tired. I didn't sleep at all last night. A cool breeze went past that rattled the trees and made me shiver. The green and brown grass had a thin layer of frost and snowflakes. It was foggy and I couldn't even see the little shops across the street. That's when I checked the time. 6:32 am, January 7th 2015.

In the distance two blinding headlights came shooting up from behind the hill. The bus slams on the brakes as it pulls up. When I get on, the railing and stairs are covered with clumps of a green jello-like substance. My guess that it would either be snot or a spilt jello cup. Let's just say, I hope it's the second one. The bus driver gives me an evil stare as I go on. I wonder what his problem is.

Walking down the disgusting aisle of the bus I see maybe around 30 to 40 people. I walk to the back of the bus and sit in seat 22. I quickly set my backpack next to me and look out the window. The smog of New York City is fogging up the windows.

"AHAHAHAHAH!" I hear at least three girls squeal in unison. I roll my eyes almost so hard they fall out of my head. They are so annoying. Suddenly I feel anger bubble up inside of me as I clench my fists. I am so close to yelling at them. Before I explode with rage, I pull out my book and start to read.

"Maybe I'm not the messenger. I am the message." I close my book with those last word echoing in my head. I stare out the window and I can see my shadow, my long brown hair is slightly damp because of the fog. My pale blue eyes look like an ocean with sunlight shining on it.

"AHHHHHAHAHAHA"

A girl lands on my backbone and I hear a pop. She continues to laugh as my breathing gets faster. My spine hurts so bad I think it might just pop out of my skin! My breathing gets steadier as I climb back on my feet. I feel like I just died from a heart attack and then got revived in 3 seconds.

"What was that?" I say, trying not to yell, wheezing out extra air because of the injury.

"Hahahahah O-M-G!" The random girl squeals.

Her face looks like she just spent her entire life savings for plastic surgery. Her dark hair is covered in grease and her face is powdered in way to much makeup. She had obvious fake eyelashes on and her braces where bright purple.

"Sorry, didn't see ya there- HAHAHAHA" she says sarcastically to me.

I guess she just wanted to start a fight.

"Don't you have eyes? Or did you get blinded by all the oil in your skin?" I say without thinking. That was such a lame comeback. I'm going to look so stupid. Her face goes red in anger and she clenches her teeth.

"What did you just say to me?" She says while spitting through her teeth.

I've never seen any of the popular girls so ugly. Her eyes focus directly on mine and she clenches her fist. Her face is a tomato red color and her eyes look like they are going to pop out of her head.

"Nothing." I say back, with a nervous laugh.

I thought she would be the one laughing at me. How did she get offended over a little comeback? First of all, it was terribly stupid. Second of all, it was her fault. She had it coming.

"This means war, Lillian." She says with a look of hatred in her shallow brown eyes.

I'm surprised she knows even my last name. The girl starts to fake cry and her face scrunched up. I notice on her jacket, the writing says in big, bold and sparkly letters. "Britney Sykes".

Then a tall guy with Justin Bieber like hair walks up and yells to Britney,"What's the problem now?"

Britney screams "SHE HURT ME!"