Getting REVENGE on Lauren Wood Read Online Free

someone dumped my clothes on the wet shower floor, so I had to wear my gym uniform for the rest of the day. I cried every night. My parents talked to the school administrators, who said there was nothing they could do. I would have to “ride it out.”
    My mom tried to convince me that it would be better next year and I would make new friends, but I wasn’t buying it. Theway I figured it, high school would be worse. Instead of having one hundred fifty classmates trying to make me miserable, I would have seven hundred. Unless you counted the other grades, in which case I would have thousands of people dedicated to making my life hell. I was certain that my reputation as a ratfink had spread to every school across town.
    My parents are huge believers in karma. Actually, they’re huge believers in a bunch of stuff: chi, feng shui, the benefits of being vegan, the superiority of natural fabrics. They believe in everything from Buddha to fairies. Most of the time I shrug off what they say. They kept telling me that somehow things would just magically work out and the universe would take care of things. I was preparing for the idea that I may have to run away from home, when it turned out my parents were right. My dad was offered a job in New York. Thank god for karma.
    Technically it wasn’t New York City, it was some town just outside the city, but it was still good enough for me. Heck, I would have gone anywhere, including remote Alaska. I just wanted to be as far away from Terrace, Michigan, as possible. We were moving. I was so happy, I didn’t even mind doing the packing. For once the universe seemed to have noticed what I needed.
    From the time school ended until we moved at the end of July, I didn’t hear from Lauren once. I guess she was too busy focusing on mastering the intricacies of the perfect cartwheel to find time to say good-bye to her best friend. She might have forgotten all about me, but I certainly never forgot about her. Not for one single day.

Chapter Four
    I’ ’d be lying if I didn’t admit that over the next three years, even from New York, I thought about getting back at Lauren somehow. But it was never anything specific. Once I dressed up a Barbie doll in a cheerleader outfit and tossed it into the giant wood chipper in the park. I grinned as the flesh-colored plastic sprayed out in tiny half-moon crescents onto the ground. Although I thought about it all the time, I didn’t think I would ever really do anything about the situation. Logistics alone would make it impossible. I lived halfway across the country from her. Revenge by mail didn’t seem that satisfying. Not to mention there are laws against sending anthrax. I hoped my parents were right, that karma would balance things out and Lauren would have some (or preferably all) of the following things happen to her:
    1. She would be permanently disfigured by a virulent acne condition.
    2. She would suffer some type of cheerleading accident involving choking to death on a wayward pom-pom.
    3. Her hair would fall out due to a shampoo manufacturer’s defect.
    4. All the lies she told would come back to haunt her by turning her tongue black.
    But none of these things happened. I watched her from a distance by stalking her Facebook page. I told myself I didn’t care, but I couldn’t stop checking to see what she was doing. I kept waiting for something to go wrong for her, but nothing did. For the next three years she went from one success to another. She mastered the cartwheel the summer before freshman year and made the cheerleading squad. She started dating Justin Ryan, the younger brother of the popular Matt Ryan of soap bubble fame. Justin, like his brother before him, was the star of every team at Lincoln High and looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad. Lauren was always posting pictures of the two of them, arms wrapped around each other. She was active with the drama club and a shoo-in to get the lead for senior year. She was always