It was summertime. I missed my boyfriend, Jason. We hadn't talked for over two months. I saw him twice the whole summer. I thought he was cheating on me. He would ignore me, and wouldn't return any of my calls. Needless to say, I was mad. We saw each other at a school registration. He tried to act like everything was normal, and didn't understand why I was annoyed. I laughed. Jason and his friend, Trucker, made a plan. That plan was to go out with my friend, Caitlyn, and I one last time and decide whether or not to break up with us. He went back on that plan I'm guessing, and he called me on the phone and said: "It's not working out. It's over. Bye." I laughed. I wasn't sad, for I am a strong and independent woman. I also believe in revenge. It wasn't that I still liked him, it was that he had the nerve to do it over the phone. Because of my believe in revenge, I went to his house. I threw eggs at his windows and forked him to the extreme. Not only that, I took my key and made his car pretty. Not only did I write his name, JASON, I also wrote a few other remarks that I believe he would enjoy seeing. I took my pretty little key and cut open his tires. They looked like they had a little bit too much of air in it.
Ex-boyfriends are fun.