The Best Revenge

Chapter Five

I start planning my revenge on her. But I just don't know what to do. Taking the high road is not a option because she made her boyfriend break my arm and she crashed into my car! The least I've done was turn her in for skipping. It was her fault in the first place.

I'm on my bead and I'm staring at the pink silk sheets that I'm lying on. They are worn and shabby. I hear a sudden noise like a big crash. Startled I get up and approach my door. All I see in front of me is a big pile of black paint.

"What?" I gasp out loud. I see two feet running down the hallway and giggles coming from the corner they just turned. Britney. I run after her and with my 3 years in cross country and my private running training I think I can catch her.

As soon as I catch her she's wearing a little blue dress with some small heals. If you're going to pull a prank where you have to run, you should wear tennis shoes and not your party heels. She is so insanely dumb. I laugh to myself but then explode with anger when I've realized what she's done.

I run faster and I dart outside the building after her. She turns around and spills a bit of the paint with her. I almost slip in it but catch myself with my hands. Britney already looks tired and I'm a few inches closer to her now. We pass by a big fountain and people are definitely starring at us now. I clench my teeth as I catch up to her

I'm about 2 feet behind her and her long golden hair is hitting me in the face almost. I grab her hair with all my might and push her to the ground. I take the bucket of black paint of pour it over her. People are looking at us like we're crazy. She is. I'm not.

The black paint soaks into her clothes and she is about to strangle me. I say

"I think you're dirty. You need to wash off." I pick her up and she is extremely light and I push her into the fountain while she tries to grab me.

Running back to my into apartment, I first clean up the paint. I use my stain remover to get it out and I can still see it. Then I wash my door before the landlord sees. You can still see little blotches of paint. But nothing that's noticeable. Also, did I mention that I got a picture of her in the fountain? I'm hanging that up.

I laugh to myself as I eat my leftover pizza. I make sure to lock my door so she doesn't come up here and shoot me. How did she get my address anyway?

Hearing a ring on my laptop I pull it closer to me and check the notification. A new e-mail from Mr. Dean Winchester. I open it and it reads

"Dear Penelope Lilian, I have received a call for authorities saying that your car was accidentally hit by Britney Sykes. I have sent her over to apologize and exchange insurance information with you. I am very sorry to her about your car. Thank you. Mr. Dean Winchester, Principal of Jefferson high school.

What? An accident? That was definitely not an accident.