Revenge by Amee Apedo

I sat in homeroom and listened to the everyday morning announcements.

"Good Morning Woodrow High. Happy Monday! This is a message to all 11th grade students: Do not forget to bring in your signed forms for the concert trip. The deadline is today! If you haven't brought in your slips please bring them down to the office now. Thank you."

I reached into my bag, grabbed my slip and asked to be excused to the office.

" Mr. Anderson may I please run to the office?" He shook his head yes and out l was, racing down the hall. I casually waved at my friends as I sped pass their classrooms. I looked into Mr. Nelson's room expecting to find Leo the loser daydreaming as he usually is, but for some reason he wasn't there. In fact, no one was there. The classroom was empty. I turned the corner and walked into the principal's office and noticing that the lights were out.

"Didn't the secretary just invite students down to the office? Why would she just run out?" I thought.

I went into the room any and it was freezing cold. I slowly went towards the phone, apprehensive about whether or not I'd get in trouble if someone caught me in here alone, then a hefty hand covered my mouth shut. Muffled sounds rang from underneath the boundary of this hand and I heard the door slam and lock. I was thrown down to the floor and as I snapped out of utter and complete shock I looked over. There was a pool of blood. I looked further right and there was the secretary, Mrs. Rice, lying there on the floor in front of the copy machine with a butcher knife in her back. She was dead. I couldn't even form words. The room seemed to get colder and colder. I just sat there staring at the dead body. A person emerged in front of me wearing a wool black mask, a black hoodie, black jeans and these hideous nude Mary Jane shoes. Eww! I looked at the body up and down and then it hit me. My mind began to race. I knew those Mary Jane shoes from somewhere! They were nude with huge black scuffs and an ankle strap. Ugh! I watched the feet pace back and forth around the room. Those were Ms. Phillips' shoes! I dreaded attending her class because she was so unfashionable. She wore these pasty wool dresses, her stockings always had rips in them, there was more lipstick on her teeth than her mouth, her hair was always a massive ball of frizz, her glasses covered her seldom plucked eyebrows and she always wore those hideous Mary Jane shoes! There she stood; standing as awkward and quirky as she could ever possibly be.

"Hello Nicole. You're just the girl I've been waiting to see!” roared Ms. Phillip.

"What? What would you want to do with me?” I replied. 

"I'm here to punish you! You are going to pay for your family's debt! Come. Take a look on the wall.” she shouted.

I walked over to the strange wall beside several hanging posters and trophies and banners. She pointed to a photo right smack in the middle. I stared at the black and white picture unsure of what I was looking at.

"Do you see the girl in the overalls?” she asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I do. What about her?"

"That is your grandmother Barbara and the girl to the left of her is Me.” she confessed.

"My grandmother attended Woodrow High with you?” I asked,

"Yes. And she made my life a living Hell! I hated every moment of it. She taunted me everyday and embarrassed me in front of the entire student body! I didn't have enough courage to stand up for myself back then but I can now and you will pay!” she roared.

I backed up slowly and was eventually pinned up against the door. Ms. Phillip picked up the knife with a menacing smirk on her face. She took the fatal jab at my chest.