Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

I wanted to make him proud and I knew that me being bad at math and science was something that stressed him out.

So, I’m not joking, I ran away, like in those cliché 90’s movies. My house was two blocks away and I ran there.

Fortunately, my teachers knew that there weren’t many places I could’ve gone and called my Mom (who was a stay-at-home mom) to tell her what happened and to please return me to school.

What I didn’t know was that Dad was working home that day.

When I ran in, crying and upset, he noticed and went after me. He calmed me down and asked what happened.

I told him everything. About Carlos taking over. About how Janice and I were doing all the hard work and Carlos being a nasty bully.

The rubber band snapping and me getting blamed.

Dad was quietly hugging me, kissing my forehead. When Dad is quiet, that usually means he is angry. When I looked up, I saw that his mouth was set in a hard line and his eyes were dark.

I was scared he was angry at me. I begged him to not be mad at Janice or me because it wasn’t our fault.

Dad instead reassured me that he wasn’t mad at Janice or me.

He was mad at Carlos… and had an idea to teach that little punk a lesson.

Dad then called the school, reassured Mrs. Adams that I was okay and that I would spend the rest of the day at home. He also sent an email to not only Mrs. Adams but Janice’s parents detailing this plan of his. Janice’s parents and Mrs. Adams were game.

After we heard it, Janice and I were smiling ear to ear even though we knew we had to put in the work all by ourselves.