Ashley grabbed a mirror from her bedside table and willed it to show Sam.
Her eyes narrowed and her blood boiled at what she saw. That vindicive airhead was sitting in front of a huge vanity, brushing her oh so lustrous hair. Oh god she was counting the strokes. Her thin and curvacous figure was a stark contrast to Ashleys own and it enraged her to no end. Even after she'd kicked her off the squad Sam still went out of the way to make Ashley miserable. Teasing her in the hallways, baring her from the girls rooms. This was one who loved kicking someone when they were down. Ashley wished so much that she could get back at....oh wait.
"he hee hee HA HA HA HA!!!"
"Honey." A female voice called from downstairs.
"Uh...Yeah Mom?" Ashley called back.
"Are you laughing evily up there."
"It's for drama class mom." She answered.
"Ok sweety. Just keep it down."
Ashley willed the door closed. Laughing again but much quieter. She went to work on her arch foe.
Across town the girl in front of the mirror squinted at her reflection, before her eyes widened when she saw that....
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