Thursday, June 5, 2014

Chapter 3 - Jamie's Payback

  "So Jamie, did you really forgive Melody that easily, even though she made a waterfall of milk on your head?" Asked Jamie's locker buddy.  "Cause' I was talking to her yesterday and she said, that you forgave her and she was retrieving something for you.  Of course, I wasn't really sure about she said."  Jamie rolled her eyes.  The fact that Melody even had enough guts to really say that angered her.  "Well, whatever else she told you, was a lie.  Just as much as the rest."  Jamie answered to her loyal locker buddy.  "I knew you wouldn't trust Melody that much."  She smiled in a I-knew-it posture.  "Yeah, some people will just always be evil, I guess.  "So after the chocolate milk incident, what did she do to you next?"  Her curious locker friend asked as she grabbed some textbooks from her locker.  "She drowned my phone in water so now it doesn't work.  I don't know how to break it to my mom, she said that she wouldn't repair it at a shop or anything,  if something happened to it."  Jamie frowned at her own disappointment.  "Well why don't you just get a job, earn the money yourself, and pay for it?"  Her locker companion asked with pride.  "You know what Amile, (for this was her locker pal's name) that's a really good idea!  Wait, there's a catch to it.  I'd have to work for the rest of the school year and all of my summer!  My phone costs like, eight thousand dollars!"  Jamie answered sadly.  "Well,  I don't really need money right now, so if we both get the same job, then I can just give you my salary each day."  Amile answered as she closed her locker.  "Really?  Are you serious?  Oh Amile that would be great!  Thank you!!"  Jamie hopped up and down, squeezed her hands tight and shouted,  "Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!"  When she was finished with her happy "thank you" dance she said,  "Anyway, I gotta get to class, but see you later?"  "Sure!"  Amile answered in pleasure.
  After class Jamie sashayed down the hallway happily, heading to the Cafeteria.  She hopped into the lunch line and an idea popped into her head.  "I wonder what I should do to Melody..."  Jamie thought.  For the first time, she put a smug look on her face, just like Melody's.  "Milk on her head?  No."  Jamie thought.  "Break her phone? No.  TP her house?  No."  Jamie concentrated harder as she moved down the line.  "Trip her when she gets out of line and heads face first into her lunch?  YES!" She shouted out loud.  Everyone stared directly her way.  She giggled uneasily trying to change the interest in the lunch line.  After everyone was interested in different things she passed out of line and sure enough Melody was there to ruin the simplest of plans.  She purposely tripped Jamie into her own plan except she was the one who fell face first into her food.  "Oops..."  Melody said insincerely.
Jamie quickly got up from her lunch, that was now on her face, and sprinted to the bathroom.  When she got to the bathroom she made sure nobody was there, especially Melody.  "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!"  Jamie shrieked.  Her eco bounced off the bathroom walls like crazy.  She stomped out of the bathroom and everyone once again stared.  This time, she didn't care how the people looked at her, or how insane she looked.
  The next day at lunch, Jamie sat at an empty table, sketching on a notebook, her next plot.  Jamie was to busy to notice when Melody walked by.  When she was half past the back of Jamie's chair, she slipped on a dropped milk carton.  Jamie turned around to watch.  Just as Melody was about to come face to face with her lunch, she dropped her tray and then Jamie's crush came rushing over to catch Melody.  As soon as Melody was caught, she was is in a dip dance position with also her crush.  But when the guy of both Melody and Jamie's dreams looked who he had saved, he dropped her in disgust.  "EWWW!!"  He shrieked in a low-ish voice, and went back to his seat.  Melody sat for a few seconds in the leftovers of her lunch miserably.  As for Jamie, was cracking up.

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