After a few minutes, Alyssa got a very determined look on her face. Instantly, I knew what she was thinking: retaliation. We armed ourselves with frying pans and a wooden roller (just in case the guys returned), and grabbed some more shoe polish and a roll of toilet paper. This wasn’t going to be our best work, but it would do. We headed over to David’s house with Alyssa’s radio singing our battle cry. Kelly Clarkson had never sounded so good.
When Alyssa turned onto David’s street, she slowed and I scanned the street for any suspicious cars. We were clear. Alyssa drove around the corner, parked her car, and we all got out. Quickly and quietly, we adorned David’s car in our usual manner. Everything was going well until I heard Alyssa gasp.
“Oh my god! He’s coming down the stairs! GO!” she said.
We sprinted to her car, scrambled inside, and sped off. But that didn’t matter: we had been caught, and this time it wasn’t by parents but by the guy we were seeking revenge on. We knew that by the end of the night all of David’s friends would know what we had done. We were in a war.
“We need a plan of action. Right now,” I said.
During the course of the next week, we became the talk of the school. David used his in as a football player to spread the news and their “plan.” I had guys in my Physics class telling me to watch my house over the weekend. Brad was also warning me. I even considered putting my car in the garage. I guess when you mess with a guy’s truck, you’re really asking for it.
In the meantime, Alyssa and I had been cooking up our own plan. We had enlisted the help of Megan again, as well as Taryn, both faithful, supportive companions in our quest to bring down the boys of our high school. We weren’t sure what David, Brad, and the rest of their clan had planned, but we wanted to be sure that no matter what we topped them. Alyssa and I spent the week on the internet researching, but also asked around to get some ideas for what to do.
“OK, so someone told me about using gummy bears on the windows,” Alyssa said. It was finally Friday and she and I were finalizing our plans.
“And don’t forget about the Oreos,” I said.
“Right, and then I was also thinking about using glitter.”
“Glitter? Why glitter?”
“Sarah, just think about it…glitter gets everywhere.” I smiled. This was going to be perfect. We headed to Kroger to stock up.
Article comments
1 - Matthew T. Sussman
Has MySpace finally become overcrowded with banal, cookie-cutter stories of small town shenanigans? Is that why this article is here?
2 - Sarah Gray
I don't use MySpace, but thank you for your thoughts.
3 - Joanne Huspek
You two are dangerous. The sheer creativity displayed is frightening (i.e. I wish I'd have thought about it when I was your age.) I hope you don't have hopes of running for President. With Alyssa as Secretary of State, you'd be a force to contend with.
(P.S. Matthew, you didn't see any humor in this?)