People Share Their Most Dynamic Stories Of Revenge

I stop outside of her class, in the middle of a test, and I knock. A student opens the door, and I walk in, following through with the plan. I tell her this is the late work and that I’m still sick and heading home right away.

She takes it, barely looks at it, and says, “This is late. I’m not accepting this.” It was a week and a few days early. At this, she tosses it into the trash. Little did she know…

I look to the door, and through the little window, the principal is standing there, shaking his head, looking mortified, disgusted, and absolutely done with this woman.

He used his key to open the door, walked through the room, and asked the teacher on the other side of the fabric sliding wall to watch her class. He tells Mrs. M he needs to talk to her. I let them walk far ahead of me, and when I made it to the office, I could hear him going into this woman in his office in harsh but calm talking.

I didn’t know I had been switched out of her class until two days later when I returned. That D I had in her class was suddenly, almost magically, an A in the new one.

Every time she ever saw me, she would either quickly walk away, glare at me, or just ignore me altogether.

And when she had a boy in her class (he shares the name of my mother), and she commented on his name and how there was this annoying parent that got her in trouble because their “unintelligent daughter” couldn’t pass the class, he looked at her and said, “A tan-skinned woman about this tall?

Salt and pepper hair? A lot of sass? That’s my aunt.” Her crap-eating grin disappeared, he went to the office, told the staff, and they ripped her a new one AGAIN, and I got to hear it because my cousin called me, and told me to come to the office.