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ou need to grow up young lady. You’re not taking enough responsibility!
Why can’t you just follow in your gorgeous sister’s footsteps?’ Brynn’s
mother barked down her throat while her older sister, Ana was deviously grinning
and quietly chuckling to herself. Ana’s plan had worked, once again. When hasn’t
it? All her lazy dad did was moan. Brynn’s hazel eyes drifted to the shattered vase.
Would Ana really stoop this low, to ruin our great grandmother’s priceless vase,
Brynn wondered. Finally, she snapped back into reality. Her hideous parents were
still lecturing her.
‘Can’t you understand that the brat over there is the trickster!’ Her devious
mother’s eyes filled with fury. Then her slim, tall mother flicked her blonde crimped
hair and argued, ‘How immature!’
‘She’s the immature one. She’s the one that needs to grow up,’ Brynn mumbled.
Her tubby father rolled his bulging eyes and stomped away.
Brynn threw herself onto her tacky bed and stared up at the roof thinking of all
the times that brat has gotten her into trouble. There were too many to count.
This nightmare started a long time ago and Brynn was still waiting to wake up and
realise that her careless parents actually loved and looked after her, or that her
teenage sister would stop playing her tormenting games. But this was her life.
There was no waking up.
It was now a scorching Tuesday afternoon and Brynn had spent her whole day
wondering what that teenage tormenter would destroy next, that is, other than her
whole life. As soon as Brynn stepped through the front door she dumped her bag
on the cracked tiles and stormed into her bedroom. Brynn sat at her wooden desk
and grabbed her green, torn notebook and a pen with hardly any ink left. Brynn
started to bullet point as many plans of revenge as she could. You could see the
fury that she felt as she wrote every word. Her favourite plan wasn’t her most
despicable, but she knew that this one would work.
Brynn’s father was grabbing the microwavable TV dinners out of the fridge
when he saw that his secret stash of chocolates had been eaten. He
immediately blamed Brynn even though she was a petite, young
girl who would never even be able to pack that amount of sugar
in her mouth. The large man frowned and muttered under his
foul smelling breath and shoved past her.
‘No dinner for you,’ her father hissed. That was nowhere
nearly as bad as the vase incident, but it still made her feel
miserable. Ana stuck out her bright pink tongue and laughed,
‘Has someone been cheeky?’
Two dreadfully long days had passed and Brynn was ready to hatch her shady
plan. She was in luck; Brynn normally didn’t like the days that her despicable
parents came home early but this time it worked in her favour. She was all set.
Ana mistakenly believed that their wicked parents were at work until five. Brynn
sat at the dining room table gawking at Ana as she sat in front of the bright
computer screen. Ana was deviously grinning as her bony fingers typed away.
‘What’s the time?’ Ana demanded. Brynn shrugged her shoulders and went
back to fiddling with her thumbs. After a moment Ana continued to type.
A jet black car pulled up in the driveway. Her father heaved himself out. The
front door scraped open. Then slammed shut. This was it. Her parents would
finally know the truth. Brynn could hear their heavy footsteps. Her father
dropped the groceries onto the tiles. Ana was still typing. She would finally
taste her own medicine. Their mother curiously walked over to Ana. She leaned
over Ana’s shoulder. Her face was one of shock, horror.
‘Virus! Virus!’ the computer blurted out. The screen was black with odd red
letters in the middle.
‘What have you done young lady!’ her mother bellowed.
‘Trust me it’s not what it looks like!’ Ana denied.
‘Oh it’s exactly what it looks like!’ her father claimed.
Ana received many punishments for what she had done. She mowed
the bushy lawn, cleaned all of the grimy dishes for one month and
had her phone taken away for six weeks. Luckily for Brynn,
whilst Ana was slaving away she was praised and loved by
her parents for the first time in an awfully long time.
PLAN OF REVENGE
Abby, Year 6, Clover Hill State School, Mudgeeraba Qld
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