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He hated me, I loathed him. Our families have been rivals ever since even before we were born. His family. and mine had been competitors since pre - history. We always compete in everything we do including eating, reading, sports; name anything you want, we were always involved.

Oh! I forgot to introduce myself earlier. Well, my name is Beatrice Marshal. The second child of my parents. My older sister, Becca, is a student at a nearby college. I also have two younger sister; Blaine, 13, is a sophomore at Lakefield High and yes, we go to the same school. Sucks! Well, Beyonce, 6, is still a preschooler. Me, I'm a seventeen year old in a mood for blood and REVENGE.

Why? Because someone thought it will be good to soak me in a slimy, wet, green juice that smell like a dead toad. Let me rephrase back to four hours before the incident. I woke up early because someone stupid (my rival) has to listen to jazz in the morning at SIX am. 'Turn off that stupid thing you dork', I cursed out as I stick my head out the balcony.

Oh my egoistic jerk rival name is Blake Wilford and we live side by side. His room's window is facing mine so that give us both complete access to each other. Why? Ask my dead great grandfather (the competition was deep in the family). His family and mine were pretty close as I've been told but one thing led to the other and only a long distant feud. Looking now at my flashback, Blake didn't answer me or give me any sarcastic remark like I thought he would. That selfish bastard just cranked up the volume of the radio or music player he's playing on his iPod.

I was about to let out another aggravated remarks when I heard my sweet mother voice calling me to come down for breakfast. I walked back into my room and checked the time on my nightstand, 6:47 am it read. Shit! How can almost thirty minutes or more be gone in just a glimpse like that. Stupid Wilford is to blame, now coach will vent his early morning anger on me.

I rushed into shower and got out in less than ten minutes. Brushed my hair into a messy bun and got into a clumsy T-shirt that says NERD and a navy blue jeans paired with my combat boots. I checked the time once more, 7:25 am appeared. Why does luck fail to be on my side today? 'Good morning,' I blared out yo whoever was in the kitchen and living room. Grabbed an apple and almost bolted out the door like usual when a slight cough stopped me in my track. I turned back to face my mother, wearing her usual sundress and an apron draped over her neck that says MAMA'S GOT IT in italics. Which suits her perfectly!

'Oh I forgot'. I walked back to where my mom stood and pecked her sweetly on both cheeks and almost ran out when she coughed again to get my attention.

'What mom?'. I let out not knowing what she's insinuating.

'Aren't you forgetting something young lady?'. She raised her perfect right eyebrow at me. My mom is a very pretty woman and young for her age at past forty still ravishing. People usually mistook her for my older sister, Becca, because of my resemblance when they go out together. She crossed both her arms over her cheat as she shook her head at me looking dejectedly.

'What? What? I didn't forget anything. Already said good morning, gave you your morning kiss and...' I was cut off when I felt a light tap on my left shoulder and turn back to see my younger sister, Blaine, looking at me in the eyes, glinting like a cat watching a prey. 'You're driving us to school,' she let out giving me a smug look to see if I defy.

I look back at my mom for support only to see her smiling and already walking back to prepare whatever salty food she finds in her recipe book. As beautiful as my mom is, there's one thing 'she can't cook'. Give her a soup to cook, she'll burn it. Thankfully, she has me and my dad to make up for her lacking.

I groaned and huffed out the door with my younger siblings trailing after me like lost puppy. I draped Beyonce in the backseat carefully while Blaine was already seated at the passenger seat typing away on her phone. Probably about some gossips or new released brand of clothing.

I circled back the car and got in and strapped my seatbelt over my head, looking at Blaine to do the same but she didn't pay attention; just typing away on her phone. I hissed under my breath and jerked the car back in reverse mode as I drive out of the compound. I heard a thud and saw Blaine glaring at me she picked her phone that fell out of her hand. 'No glare,' I warned.

She heaved out a relief when she saw no scratched on it. I dropped Beyonce off at her school with a heart melting kiss on her face and drive away speeding past the limit and got to school in less than five minutes lesser than scheduled. I smiled, a record!

'You are crazy, you know that? How can you drive like that? What if something happened to Bee (Blaine's nickname for Beyonce). Huh?,' she said as we got out of the car and walked into the hallways. Thank God it wasn't empty signaling that there's still a few minutes before the bell rings and to my surprise the receptionist told me that coach called it in today claiming he had a sore throat. Mr. Haft gonna be his substitute.

I looked back at Blaine to answer her question. 'Bee wasn't in the car when I started driving that fast. I was driving that fast because you were gonna be late and you told me last night that Mrs. Britt's would give you detention for the rest of the week if you didn't submit the English assignment you were given!' I answered her walking towards my best friends.

'Thanks Sis,' I heard Blaine say meekly as she went into the direction of Mrs. Britt's' office.

I booed in my best friends face who all shrieked from the sudden interruption. Khloe, my best friend since sophomore chuckled and looked unfazed by my action. I pointed guilty at her, 'You didn't freeze!, I pouted.

'No, I didn't,' she clarified pulling me into a hug which I gladly returned. 'I miss you,' I cried into her arms. My other friends too, Larissa, Francis and Chris all joined in the hug too. We have been inseparable since toddlers and they shared my hatred for Blake. That's why they are my best friend.. I love them!

The bell rung and we all went into Chemistry class, luck it is. Because we all have the same subject combinations and engage in the same sport and curricular exercises except for Larissa who take Drama and Acting as her extra class. Nobody loves drama like she does and my life involves drama. A lot!

Class was good and I was able to answer most of the questions asked. No need to brag but I'm a pretty decent student with A passes in most of my class except for Maths, which I need great tutoring there. The reason I was able to answer most of the questions was because my rib, Blake wasn't in class. If he was, he would have find some crooked ways to make me fail or say the wrong answer. Had a morning session with Mr. Haft. Good for him!

I strolled out with Francis and Khloe for English while Larissa headed out for Drama class and Chris, no where to be found. Khloe was just talking about random things when she caught a glimpse of Blake shirtless on the field. She snickered and muttered under her breath, 'Hope he caught STD', which I stupidly thought she said 'Blake has STD. When?'. I blurted out frantically as I searched into her eyes.

'No, I didn't say that but it's true on a note,' she said as she looked into her books. But the deed had already been done. Why? Because the while school now knows Blake Wilford has STD but it false. It can be right? Cos that guy is a man whore! Sleeps with every bitch except me and my friends falls at his feet. I couldn't pull out that gnawing feeling that something gonna happen.

To my luck, Blake and his friends got a whiff of the rum our and word got round that he and his goons has planned something for me. What is that thing? I don't know, making me slight worried but I felt a relief because my friends are always by my side.

End of Flashback!

Here, I was in the girls toilet trying to get rid of the slimy green thingies stuck on my body plotted by Blake himself and his goons. Even the teachers and Principal saw my helpless condition but didn't interfere or say anything because we do it ALL THE TIME. Ranging from bickering, fighting, anything at all.

I went home as quickly as I could without as much as a goodbye to my friends because I needed a shower badly. I rushed to my room and got into shower quickly and had a nice long bath, changed and dressed in a new, fresh clothes. My mom got some hot chocolate and brought it to me before she went out. I drank it all and listened to some songs on my phone, while I drifted off to sleep with Selena Gomez's 'Good For You' blaring into my eyes.

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