I almost fall to the ground because I'm laughing so hard. Getting my balance my eyes water with delight and I cross the road. I hear the distant honks of cars and buses. I get into my apartment building and start to walk up the stairs.
"Penelope? Is that you?" A heavy British accent yells out.
"Uh- yeah?" I respond and turn around. It's my landlord. Oh no. Why would he be calling me out?
"It seems that your apartment has been broken into." He says quietly.
"WHAT?" I race up the flower patterned stairs, almost tripping on them. I run down the hall to my apartment and try to find my keys. I shuffle around in my purse until I feel something key-like. I pull it out. It's hand sanitizer.
"WHERE IS MY KEY?" I scream almost in tears. Oh! I have a spare. Thank the lord! I rush over to the fake plant beside my door and lift the pot up. There it is. A silver shinny key stares at me and I go to pick it up. I unlock my door to find I've been robbed and my place has been trashed.
The old couch was torn open. Stuffing from the couch was all over the floor as well as spilt orange juice and other liquids. My laptop is gone as well as my mini tv. I am done. My day is ruined.
The only good part is, I know who did it.
"Britney." I say to myself. Now I just need proof.
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The Best Revenge
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