I look at the damage to the car and the whole backside is dented along with the passenger side. I get back in and speed to my apartment. I am enraged! I get home and slam the car door. I go directly up to my mothers room and knock with all my might. Tears start to fall down my face and onto my broken arm.
The hallway is quiet this time of day. Right when I get home from school. This apartment building is for old people, not a 16 year old. But that's okay, it's not like I'm throwing parties anyway.
My mom opens the door and sees me crying.
"Oh honey what's wrong?" She says with concern
"Uh- uh- the car. Britney Sykes ran into the side of it and now it's dented." I say to her.
"WHAT?" She screams at me. She pushes me out of the way and run to the storage garage. I run after her. The flowed pattern on the floor are moving faster, and I can barley run from the car crash, and my broken arm.
She runs down to the parking garage and I almost fall down the stairs. She pulls out her phone and dials the police.
"Excuse me, but my daughter has gotten in a minor car crash. She knows who the person that hit her car and then drove away. Her name is Britney Sykes. We now have a damaged car but she is not hurt." She says. I hear a loud voice on the other end saying
"Thank you. I would like the name of your daughter and when I can get a hold of her, goodbye now."
"Thanks mom." I awkwardly say.
"Why did this happen?" She asks me with an angry look on her face.
"Well, it started when I was on the bus and the same girl pushed me into my seat and my back got hurt by that, so I made a stupid comeback and her boyfriend broke my arm."
She cuts me of "What? So a random kid did this to you?" She gasps. I look at the ground and I can't even explain to her why. I fiddle with my hands and she's just there starring at me.
"Uh, yea I guess." I look down
"To get back at her, I took a picture of her skipping school. She got suspended." I say. My mom laughs a little and leans back on the damaged car. The garage smelt like leaking oil and new cement.
"And then, she crashed into me today." I say. Her smile fades and she furrows her brow.
"That girl has some issues. You just need to get back at her, without physically hurting her." She says.
"Yeah. I guess." I respond. I'll just have to get back at her. Big.
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The Best Revenge
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