I left the lunchroom with a satisfied smirk on my face.
I didn't want to go back into the lunchroom, so I went to the bathroom. But when I looked in the mirror, I didn't see me. Sure I had all the clothes I wanted, but it still wasn't me.
This smirk wasn't me.
The evil glent in my eyes wasn't me.
Right now I was acting out on anger.
And that wasn't me. Yes I do want revenge, but this wasn't the way to do it. I have to brake his heart like he broke mine. I want to see the look of pain on his face, like the one on mine when I found him with red head.
And to do that I can't lash out. I have to plan.
That sounded more like me. I was always a planner.
And I'm going to use that to my advange.
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Sweet Revenge
Romance"All that stuff about how everyone's special is bullshit. Some of us are just regulars. We follow the rules. We follow the crowd. We are too afraid. I'm too afraid." After catching her boyfriend cheating on homecoming. Roxanne decides to drop the "n...
