Post by Essie Contis on Nov 8, 2014 14:47:32 GMT -5
The text message simply read 'very clever.' I couldn't help but smile and laugh. It was meant to be clever obviously. I mean, Hadley Robels had humiliated me. I had every right to want retribution. The thing was, I needed some cleverness. Hadley was a smart, conniving little witch. I thought long and hard about this. She would certainly expect me to retaliate. My problem was finding something she wouldn't. That had taken me about two weeks. Finally, however, I thought of something special.
So, I responded to my dear friend. It was equally simple and read 'thanks.' I sent it and awaited her arrival. Laurel had promised to help me prepare. It wasn't too cruel of a scheme. I knew Hadley had to be perfect. She was a perpetual, and consistent, perfectionist. It would be easy to gain retribution. Filling balloons with water and some glitter. It would only ruin her perfect hair. It could damage certain pieces of clothing. If it did, I didn't mind paying. My goal wasn't to destroy her property. I only wanted to have my payback. My real humiliation for her perceived humiliation. No one would care about her hair. She was the only one that would. That was - always would be - her undoing.
I waited on my very comfortable bed. An hour passed at a slow pace. Laurel finally threw open my bedroom door. She crossed the distance to my bed. I grinned as I saw the bag. She dumped the contents over my comforter. Balloons and glitter scattered over my bed. Laurel handed me one of two funnels. I quickly opened the package of balloons. She opened a bottle of colorful glitter.
So, I responded to my dear friend. It was equally simple and read 'thanks.' I sent it and awaited her arrival. Laurel had promised to help me prepare. It wasn't too cruel of a scheme. I knew Hadley had to be perfect. She was a perpetual, and consistent, perfectionist. It would be easy to gain retribution. Filling balloons with water and some glitter. It would only ruin her perfect hair. It could damage certain pieces of clothing. If it did, I didn't mind paying. My goal wasn't to destroy her property. I only wanted to have my payback. My real humiliation for her perceived humiliation. No one would care about her hair. She was the only one that would. That was - always would be - her undoing.
I waited on my very comfortable bed. An hour passed at a slow pace. Laurel finally threw open my bedroom door. She crossed the distance to my bed. I grinned as I saw the bag. She dumped the contents over my comforter. Balloons and glitter scattered over my bed. Laurel handed me one of two funnels. I quickly opened the package of balloons. She opened a bottle of colorful glitter.