After arriving at Andrea's house and sneaking in through the front door using the key they hide under the doormat outside, I immediately headed up to her room. It still looked similar to how it had years ago. Andrea's room was painted a pale pink, with a canopy bed tucked in the corner, a painted white desk, dresser, and closet, and a dark brown wood floor.
Heading towards the floorboard closest to her bed, I removed it, because it was the only loose one, and there was Andrea's diary. She had told me where she had hid it. And now I had it in my hands. Her secrets, all accessible with one turn of a page. I placed it in the bag I had brought. I had brought two: One for taking all of Andrea's stuff, and one with the supplies I needed for phase one of revenge.
But I wasn't done.
I looted through her closet first, grabbing a bunch of her outfits and clothing. First, the jeans. I pulled a pair of scissors I had brought from home out of my revenge bag and snipped a few of the seams on each pair, so that way there was a hole in the seat of her pants, exposing her underwear.
Next, the shirts and dresses. Examining each one, I grabbed the ones that were designer and stuffed them in the trash bag that I had brought. I left a few, but they were all last season, so Andrea wouldn't even think of setting foot outside with them. This left Andrea with a bunch of old scuzzy gym wear: Sweatpants, tracksuits, baggy tee shirts. I also stole all of her high-heels and stilettos, and took one sock per pair, so she'd be left with mismatched socks.
After that was complete, I moved onto Andrea's makeup, which was cluttered on the vanity next to her dresser. Pulling out all of her mascara tubes, I put some super hot sauce into each tube, mixing it around well. I switched out all of her foundation for some for the wrong skin color, so that way she wouldn't be able to hide her pimples. Finally, I filled her perfume bottle with water from her toilet.
Content, I moved onto the bathroom. I knew I had to be quick, because Andrea would be home soon. I quickly located Andrea's body wash. Dumping out all of it in an empty container I brought, I then refilled the bottle with my own little mixture. Now, instead of smelling like "Tropical Fruity Coconut", Andrea would smell like "Garlic Juice and Onion Juice Mix". I stole her deodorant as well, before making like a tree and leaving.
I dropped off Andrea's belongings I had stolen (besides the diary) at the dump. Then, I smiled wickedly.
Who knew that being bad felt so good?
A/N: I'm sorry for the lack of dialogue in this chapter. There will probably never be an occurrence like this again.