Carrie was in my grade at school, but I didn't actually know a lot about her. I knew that she was perfect: tall, blonde and beautiful. She was also some huge soccer star. Apparently, she had been on some talk show about America's most talented kids when she was 9. At William Rose, she was one of the most popular girls at school. I'd actually never seen her hang around Heather, but I guess I was wrong: they'd been buddies all along.
The only thing about Carrie was that she wasn't the smartest girl ever. She'd been in a few of my classes last year, and she always got Ds and Fs on tests.
"Sammy! Casey! I didn't want to do it! Heather blackmailed me!" she exclaimed.
Ok, I've been surprised a lot of times in my life, but this one managed to completely blow my mind. I knew Heather was evil, but I hadn't realized that she was actually that much of a witch.
"What?" I said.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"You better be." Casey snarled.
"Wait, how did Heather blackmail you?" I was insanely curious.
"Um… if I tell you, I could be in a lot of trouble."
I eyed her furiously. "Well, then."
"Ok, fine! I'll tell you. Just promise me you won't tell anyone."
"We promise." I glanced at Casey. He sighed. He still wanted to do some… damaging.
"K, jeez, I promise."
"Well, I haven't been doing that great in school. And I… I had to make sure that I passed. Or else I wouldn't be able to try out for the National Junior Women's soccer team. See, you have to pass the 7th grade before you can try out. It's one of the requirements. So, I took my history teacher's answer sheet. And… I cheated on the test. Now, before you start getting any horrible thoughts about me, you have to remember: I've worked my whole life, since I was practically old enough to walk, so I could make this team. Heather was about to ruin all of it. She caught me writing down the answers. She told me that she wouldn't tell anyone, but last week she managed to find me. She told me that I had to… I had to do it. Or she would tell the school and I wouldn't pass all required subjects to make the soccer team." She breathed deeply and looked at Casey and I with apologetic eyes.
"I understand if you will never forgive me, but I had to do it. I just had to. And I'm so sorry." She looked down. At this moment, I was thinking That witch! How could she do something like that?
"Look, I forgive you. I know you're risking failing by even telling us." I said calmly. But inside, I was a hurricane. A hurricane that was going straight towards a little place I like to call revenge.
"So do I. How about we just forget about everything that happened?" Casey offered.
A look of relief brushed over Carrie's face. "I agree."
"I know that face. It's your Heather's-gonna-pay face." Casey looked at me with knowing.
"Yes, it is. Now let's go home. I need to think." I grabbed Casey by the arm and kept my eyes directly in front of me as I hopped on my skateboard. I looked at Carrie directly.
"Thanks, Carrie. See you around." But Carrie's phone had vibrated. She whipped it open, murmured a quiet "K, bye.", and walked away, furiously texting the person back. What did I expect from one of William Rose's queen bees?
But back to revenge. My mind was buzzing with possible scenarios. It was like the wheels in my head wouldn't stop turning.
So, Casey and I boarded back to the Senior Highrise mainly in silence. And just when I thought our little ride back home was already exciting enough…
We ran into Heather.
"YOU!" She pointed at me when she said this. "AND YOU!" Her french-manicured finger moved to point at Casey.
"Nice vocabulary, Heather." I scowled. But she just walked up to me. And then at that moment, I saw everything flash before my eyes. Before I had time to react and defend-
Heather punched me across the face, smack dab on my nose.
"And that was what should have happened at the Farewell Dance." She smiled smugly.
"Heather! You little- bit- WITCH!" Casey runs up and goes forward to smack Heather across the face even harder.
Then, everything became surreal. My face hurt like someone had run it over with a truck. Blood was flowing everywhere on my clothes, on the pavement, everywhere. But I was angry as a bull. And I run up to join Casey in a little boxing. Target? Heather.
But the, all of a sudden, a car pulls up. It's a blue convertible. Cans and other crap are strewn on the floors and in the black seat. It smells really bad, a rank scent that I recall smelling before. But whatever. Heather hops in, just hops in. And before I have time to blink, the car is gone and away.
Casey insists on skateboarding after the car. "It's no use," I tell him. "She planned it perfectly, just perfectly." I grimace as I wipe the blood off my face with my sweater. I hadn't really been paying attention when I threw it on, but it had been a gift from Lady Lana. All the more reason to completely smother it with blood.
"So did you notice the dude in the front?" I asked. His face seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place why.
"Nope. It's probably just Heather, up to no good as usual. Let's get you home," he says.
"Grams is gonna have a heart attack."
"I think I just had a heart attack. But at least you're safe now." He leans over and kisses me on the lips, blood stained an all. My heart flipped in a 360.
When we got close to the Highrise, he kissed me again.
"Good luck."
"Thanks." I give him a quick smile and dash up the fire escape.
When Grams sees me, she grabs her chest, like she really is having a heart attack.
"Samantha, what happened?"
"Heather. Heather happened." And I go into the next room and sit on the chair.
And I plan my revenge.
Update 6/25/10: Hey guys! I won't be able to update until Monday or later because I have a soccer tournament this weekend. But, on my downtime, I will be planning a freaking EPIC revenge. I have some ideas, but they are not completely finished. So, if you guys have any ideas, send me a message. Please DON'T post them as a review because if I end up using them, then I want them to be a surprise! Thanks!
