My moms car was an amazing 1967 Chevy Impala. It was black that faded into blue. It took a million years and a billion dollars to get this thing. We start to drive and I see a crappy car coming down the street. Not many people are driving right now since its the middle of the school day.
The cheap silver convertible pulls up just as I get a bright light in my eye. There aren't many cars in New York. I mean, we have tons of subways, buses and trains, but cars are such a hassle when you can get cheaper transportation. The blinding reflection is coming from a word on someone's sweatshirt. It reads, "Britney",
"This is an amazing opportunity!" I accidentally say out loud.
"Huh?" My mom says and I reply with a little
"Oh- wha? Nothing."
Thinking of my revenge, I quick take a picture of her cutting class and duck behind the door so she can't see me. This is perfect! Finally, I have revenge. Little did she know she was about to get caught. I got my arm broken and she will probably just get suspended. Seems even, I guess.
We drive up to the parking garage and park in the closest spot to the entrance. Walking up the stairs, I almost loose my balance making me step down a stair.
When I finally get up there, I unlock the crappy door and flop myself on the couch. Im 16 and I have my own apartment. My mom pays for most of it and I pay for my food and clothes with my job at the coffee shop. Sure my mom lives 2 doors down but it's nice to live on my own.
My apartment is a very small one with two rooms. One for the kitchen and living room, and another for a bedroom and tv. In my living room I have one shabby couch, the color of an over-ripe apple. As for the kitchen I have an old fridge, a sink and a stove over an oven. Oh, and a garbage can.
In my room-it's nothing special, I have a giant bookshelf, that takes up most of the room. Then I have a little bed and a dresser. As you can see, my apartment isn't so magnificent. I pick up my phone and dial the pizza man.
"Hello and welcome to Papa Fountains, what can I get for you today?" The voice says
"I'll have one large pepperoni please. Uh-and an order of breadsticks. My address is 937 Rain Street, 3rd floor, apartment 221." I say.
"Okay will that be all?" He asks me
"Uh, yeah.Thanks. Bye." I say and then hang up. 20 minutes later I hear a knock on my door. Struggling to get up, I just yell
"Come in!" A big and tall man with long hair walks in and sets the pizza down on the table closest to the door.
"That-el be ten fiftay." The man says with a country accent. I reach for my wallet and take out $10.50. He gives me a stare saying
"Really? No tip? Are you crazy?"
He just leaves with a sigh and walks out of my door with out saying bye or thank you. How considerate. I pull up a new email draft on my computer and start typing.
"Dear Mr. Dean Winchester, I have photo proof of one of St. Jefferson's Schools student skipping class. I believe her name is Britney Sykes. I captured this photo when I broke my arm earlier the same morning and was returning home.
I right click and a pop up comes up allowing me to select my attachment. I click on the file and the picture appears into the email with the imprint of the time and date when it was taken. I click send and my revenge is taken care of. Hopefully.
The pain killers I took earlier are kicking in and my arm almost feels numb. I would go grocery shopping but, without me back in school, I can't do anything accept stay home and rest so I take a well deserved nap to pass time.
I wake up covered in sweat. Looking at the time I see its 9:39 pm and I realize the pizza I order a few hours ago has been sitting out. I clean it up as I hear a notification pop up on my laptop. Bing! A new email. I eagerly run over to my laptop almost tripping over the stained couch. The little blue icon has white words next to it. It says "You have mail from deanwinchester@blahwhoo.com"
I open the message and see that he wrote back "Dear Penelope Lillian, Thank you for this information, we can't prove that she was skipping class. But, when we looked at the attendance sheet the teacher sent in, she was indeed absent during that time. Thank you for this report and we will take care of it right away. Sincerely, Mr. Winchester.
I squeal with glee and say out loud to myself "Penelope 1, Britney 0.
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