A tale of revenge.

Ok so here's the thing. I'm not a great story teller, but I'm going to attempt to tell you a story anyway. Its a story that isn't a BIG deal but its something that I know enough facts about to be able to tell clearly and truly.
It was when I was younger. I wasn't a very mature thinker in some means, seeing as I was in 3rd grade. You know how the mind works. Anyway, I had just gotten into trouble for what? I really don't remember. What I do remember is that my mother had threatened to take something dear to me. I'm pretty sure it was Miko, the stuffed animal that I had gotten in boomtown. I don't know why I still keep the blasted thing at times seeing as the person that got it for me is a person I don't really like. Nevertheless, I keep it and I still love it.
So she had threatened to take if from me knowing that I loved the stupid thing more than anything. I didn't believe her, so naturally I looked at her with one of those looks. The ones that tell someone that you don't care, nor do you believe them, and yet innocent enough to deny any foul looks from. Naturally, my mother knew that look, I mean who do you think I got it from? So she took it. She took it and put it up so I couldn't get it and told me that I wouldn't get it back until my attitude changed. Who knew how long that would take? I mean it wasn't like I walked around with a mirror...Ok so I did know when I did it...Sometimes. Anyway, I got mad and stomped to my room. Perhaps I was mad at her for more reasons than taking a dumb stuffed raccoon. I was mad at her for making me move AGAIN! For moving because of a guy AGAIN! I was mad that I had to leave my grandma...I was mad that I couldn't see my best friend. I was mad because I hated school and in my eyes, that was her fault too. I was mad because of all these things and she was just as happy as could be. She had all of her things. It wasn't like I went into her room when I was mad at her and took her things. And so it was then that I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. She took something I loved so I would do it back. I had to think about what it was though. Something that I could get rid of so she could never find it or them...Something small enough that I could take discreetly and yet, something that she loved...And then I had it. The answer was right under my nose. What was she doing right then? Why, she was outside smoking. What did she seem to like doing? Smoke...Not only that it was bad for her...I could even use that as an excuse...And so I did it...I threw her cigarettes away in the outside garbage can where the dumb truck would come and take them away.
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That night I got into so much trouble I would rather not even discuss it.