Sandy P.O.V
The inside of my locker was covered with blood, all my excerise books were drowned in it and my pencil cases were stained. I stepped backwards as a bloodied severed hand fell out of my locker, the blood splattering on the ground.
HOLY CRAP!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!
I looked around and saw Brianna disappearing from view.
Frankly I should've known.
I should've known.
That was a cruel joke and everybody that witnessed that knew it. Okay so she made her first move time ot make mine. Let me think....
Oh I know!
I opened my locker door wider and pulled out all of my stuff, took out a wet wipe and started to clean the inside of it, just casually.
"Oh my gosh! How could she! How could she! That b****! She should go serve a life sentence in jail!" I whirled around and was faced by a red faced Alana.
"Oh..hey.." I replied turning back to clean my locker. "Um..hey do you know where Brianna's locker is by any chance?"
Alana looked at me a creepy ass smile on her face. "Yeah..sure I do...Come on I'll show you."
The two of us walked to class and when we past Brianna's locker she pointed it out to me discretely. "There, locker 215." She whispered.
"Ty."
"Welcome."
We branched off into our right hallways for Maths. All the way through my Maths class I schemed my locker revenge on the stuck up bee. She's a girly girl, she'll hate cockroaches. Much less a whole intrusion of them.
Heh.
Heh.
Hehhh...
This is going to be glory.
When the bell rang Alana and I raced to the janitors office and asked for a masterkey to the lockers. Using the excuse, "we got told to clean Brianna's locker". It seemed like a lot of people were told to clean Brianna's locker often so he gave it to us. On the way out I saw a jar of baby cockroaches sitting on his desk. Probably from cleaning the sports store room.
"Um..sir..mind if we take this as well?" I asked sweetly. "We'll set them free for you."
He smiled. "Thank you girls that would be a great help."
I planned to free the cockroaches in my last period, since it was a free one.
Alana and I went on with our day as usual.
Another idea struck me at lunch time in the caffeteria and I decided to save my jam sandwich for later, so I could summon some very small, crawling creatures that loved to eat sweet things.
I waved goodbye to Alana after lunch and went into a free classroom carefully planning out what to do. This was fun, and interesting but nothing compared to what I had in store for her in the coming weeks or however long it took for this challenge to be over.
Oh Brianna you won't know what hit you....you won't know...
The clock struck 2:40, halfway through period 4, just the right time. I sneaked out and opened Brianna's locker with the janitor's masterkey. It was filled with extra clothes that looked like they cost hundreds, her cheerleading uniform, make up and other stuff..
The first thing that I placed into her locker was my unfinished jam sandwich which I made sure to squish so that some jam blobbed onto her designer branded clothes. Next I emptied out the jar of cockroaches and watched them eat at the sandwich. Then sure enough...I knew there were some ants around somewhere..a steady trickle of ants started to march up towards Brianna's locker.
I gently closed the locker door and locked it, took out a wet wipe, wiping my fingermarks off, then made my way back to the free classroom.
I spent the rest of time doing Maths homework and other homework but when the minute hand on the clock reached 3:10 I packed up my stuff and moved to another free classroom far away from Brianna's locker as possible but still close enough to hear what was going on. I continued my work.
The bell rung at 3:30, I walked out of the classroom and met up with Alana who had to stay in to finish off some note taking, so I waited for her in the classroom. Her classroom had full view of what was going on at Brianna's locker.
Brianna stood at her locker talking to one of her friends. She reached for her locker key and stuck it inside the key hole.
Ladies and gentlemen..It's showtime!
I watched in amusement as Brianna pulled open her locker and reached in to take her stuff, only for a horde of cockroaches and ants to crawl up her arms and down her shirt and onto her face.
"AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed and screamed and screamed.
She pulled out all her clothes and found them crawling with cockroaches and ants.
"AHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She stamped all over her clothes, trying to get rid of the creepy crawlies, only for them to crawl all over her. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Brianna turned ot her friends for help only to find them backing away from her, squealing and even running away.
When I felt that she was going to turn and look me I faced Alana and pretended to be another person helping her with her note taking.
I heard the boys laughter as they watched Brianna scratch and spaz, trying to rid herself of the bugs.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!" She shrieked at them.
The scene had attracted quite a crowd and I saw them holding up their phones videoing the whole thing. I could just imagine it on the school gossip sites with the grand headlines "Queen Bee Dances With Her Crawling Friends." Passing students covered their mouths, trying not to laugh, most though stopped and took out their phones.
Once I was sure Brianna couldn't see us through the mob of student journalists Alana and I sneaked back to the janitor's office. He was watching everything on his security screen.
Oh s***!...
He turned to face us cackling and wheezing with laughter. "That was a nice one girls. I wouldn't mind cleaing up that mess if it meant I got to see that. I've been trying to take my revenge on that girl for years. "Clean the floors properly old man", "oh and can you make sure that my locker is especially squeaky clean?", she even had the nerve to ask me to clean her damn shoes!"
Alana and I stood with our mouths agape. "Ur....here sir..your key.." We backed out the door the janitor's bark of laughter followig us all the way to the carpark.
"Well..that was a job well done!" I exclaimed.
"That's for sure!" Alana agreed with me.
Then I saw somebody step out of the shadows ruining the moment.
Dylan.
Sup guys! I actually enjoyed writing this chapter very much! I'm sure you can understand why...Well cya and thanks for reading. Please comment, like or vote! Luv u!
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