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My Experiences As a Teacher I got this job at a community   high school in Downtown, Illinois. I’m not  sure if it was my dream job, but I am sure   I have always wanted to be a teacher. I was 23  when I got the job, and I had sincerely hoped   that the sky would be my starting point. I had  hoped so because I was raised by parents who   were outstanding teachers. My parents were given  numerous awards, and they were greatly celebrated   by their students for meritorious services. Those moments were proud moments for me,   and I remember how I used to feel privileged to  have been birthed by such dedicated individuals.   Growing up, my parents motivated me to venture  into the teaching profession. And I remembered how   my mother encouraged me to go for it if I wanted  to. In her words, ‘Teaching is a noble profession,   and if you want to feel noble, be a teacher! I remember how most of my friends looked at   me weirdly for wanting to be a teacher. I  remember how I was counseled to reconsider   my decision because medical science and  STEM courses were the most popular. And   I almost reconsidered my dreams of becoming a  teacher. You know the feelings of uncertainty   and fear that come with the teenage years. Years later, against all odds and discouragements,   I graduated college, and I got a space in the  teaching profession. I got my first job in a   public school, and I smiled from ear to ear on my  first week. Do you know that goofiness that swells   in your belly when you finally tick one of your  goals in life? That was exactly what I felt and   more. However, I realized that I had spent years  preparing myself as a teacher and not preparing   myself for the realities of such a delicate job. One of the realities that hit me like a tidal wave   was when a student spoke to me rudely. You know,  I was so shocked that I stood transfixed for a   few minutes. I stood staring deeply at her,  wanting to remember what could have pushed   her to tell me to fu*k off. I was wondering if  a student was meant to use the ‘f’ word in the   school’s environment or if a student was even  meant to use such a word at a teacher at all.  I had asked everyone to turn in their assignments  as expected, but she insisted that she didn’t do   hers in a very wrong tone if I must say. Further  probing into the issue got me the word ‘fuck off’.   To make it worse, other students in the class  joined in to laugh at me. I remember being so   angry that I got all of them punished severely. If only I knew I had set myself up for drags,   maybe I would have threaded with a bit of  caution. The next time I got into the class,   I could see that most of the students wore faces  that portrayed dissatisfaction and contempt.   I didn’t know why, but I was sure whatever mask  they wore on their faces was none of my business.   I asked for their assignments, and only two  students turned in theirs. I think my eyes   became bloodshot and heavy. I could sense that  there was a conspiracy somewhere, which I knew I   didn’t deserve in any way. I was a new teacher who  was trying to build on a career that I had thought   would bring me so much peace and fulfillment. I felt a huge sense of discouragement as I stood   before the class, wondering what action I  would take. I stormed out of the class and   headed to the principal’s office, but along  the way, I changed my mind. I couldn’t see   any sense in trying to report almost an entire  class when I was barely two weeks old at the   school. Looking back at my unwillingness to  inform the school’s principal was one of my   biggest undoings at that time. Even though I  had so much power, I gave it up out of fear.  After that scenario, I was able to  restore calm and balance in the class,   thanks to the professional teaching  methods I had learned in college. However,   I still had to contend with my biggest nightmare  at that school. This girl, let’s call her A, was   the boldest and most populous girl in the school.  She was the one who recruited others to boycott my   assignments in my first few weeks at the school. Later, I also learned that her parents were one of   the richest in the school, and she was known to be  one of the students who threw parties at random,   traveled to exotic places around  the world, and displayed a large   followership on Instagram. I later learned  that she was a powerful queen bee who only   attended school at the insistence of her parents. Now, the problem lay in the reality that A didn’t   like the school, and she was bent on ensuring  that anyone, teachers included, who was going   to compel her to be serious would be used as a  scapegoat. As much as I knew that I was going   to be one of the recipients of that anger, I was  determined not to be humiliated without a fight.  To be honest, it was a difficult period  for me, and I had to confide in my mother,   I was thankful for her warm guidance and how  she provided me with a shoulder to lean on.  Then, I remember a time I got reported to the  school’s management by a group of students who   claimed I verbally abused them in class.  It was a serious allegation at the time,   and I had to look for ways to exonerate  myself. Meanwhile, I only tried to caution   the students who weren’t attentive in my class.  I didn’t know why it was so, but I realized that   students were given so much more power than  was necessary, and I think that gave them so   many wings to misbehave when they wanted to. Although there were days I had good days too,   days where I felt safe and in good climes, And  when I thought I had recruited so many enemies,   I was happy to have found friendship in some  students. One of them, let’s call her B, was the   reason why I didn’t give up before I even started.  She was smart and wise beyond her years. She made   me understand I wasn’t the first teacher who would  have a hard time in the school. Also, I learned   that some teachers had been suspended unjustly  in the past, sometimes due to false allegations.  I was surprised to hear that the school, which  was meant to protect teachers, was giving up   its powers to the children they were meant to  guide. I became furious, and I was determined   to put an end to such a menace because, as far  as I was concerned, that shouldn’t continue.   Along the line, A, who had made sure I had  difficult times in the school, decided to   vie for the position of prefect in the school. As  such, she needed the support of a lot of people,   teachers included. However, in the blink  of an eye, she had gotten the endorsement   of several teachers who initially told me her  guts irritated them. I don’t think I was keen   on impeding anyone’s success, but I hated it  when people refused to call me a spade-a-spade.  I made it clear that I would not endorse  a student who was unruly, obnoxious,   and unwilling to learn. I was surprised that I  was one of the few teachers who stood her ground   regarding my decision not to endorse a girl I  knew didn’t have the right leadership traits.  As expected, A was determined to lead at  all costs, and anyone who stood on that   path was her enemy. But much to my chagrin, she  earmarked me as a major hindrance to her goals.   And while I was expecting her to release  her venom as usual, I was surprised that   she suddenly flipped the script on me. First,  she became dutiful, respectful, and attentive   in class. She even cautioned her classmates,  because, of course, she was the queen bee.  I was well aware that she only pulled that up  to buy my support, but I knew that my support   couldn’t be bought so cheaply. As an adult, I was  smarter. I played along so well, and I used the   opportunity to help her improve academically;  at least I knew that I owed her such support.  After a while, A asked me if I was ready to  endorse her ‘political ambition’. I looked at her,   and I smiled widely. That was the first time I  smiled with A in such a manner, not that we’ve had   any reason to smile at each other in such a way. I told her I was going to endorse whomever I   wanted, and I had no intention to allow myself  to be coerced to do otherwise. She looked at me   more with disdain and displeasure, and I wasn’t  surprised when she went back to who she was,   and even worse, after I made it clear that my  loyalty couldn’t be bought with fake gestures.  Well, I wasn’t the only teacher who failed to  endorse her, but I was the newest teacher. I   guess that was the reason why I was dragged  so much around the school. It was more like a   situation of ‘you are new; you ought to mellow  and observe who calls the shots here’. It was   funny how I was expected to stand back and watch  disrespect, irresponsibility, and a lazy attitude   toward schoolwork thrive all because I was new  and young. And to top it all off, I was just   as slender and fragile as the students I thought. Although I had made up my mind not to overlook any   misdemeanor again, even though I told myself that  I would tread with caution. Eventually, A’s class   was given coursework that entailed a presentation.  The class was sectioned into several groups to   enable a seamless presentation. Subsequently,  all the groups presented except A’s group. I   remember that I made it clear that not every  member of the group was expected to speak, but   as expected, everyone was mandated to contribute  effectively. But I was surprised that A’s group,   which was the last group, refused to provide  any representative to speak on their behalf.   They were given the floor, and they were even  urged to come forth with their presentation,   but none of them obliged. I was shocked to  have witnessed such unruly behavior from the   students because the presentation was allotted  20 marks, and I wondered if 20 marks were not   important. Well, after they made it clear that  they had nothing to present, I was not obligated   to force them to. They had done their part, and  it was left for me to decide how to do my part.  I wasn’t surprised when A and her followers failed  at the end of the term—all of them! They obviously   couldn’t meet the required score for a pass mark,  and I was in no way lenient in my assessments.   When A and her subordinates saw that I could  also match their energy, they reached out to the   school’s management, and I wasn’t surprised when  I heard the false allegations leveled against me.  I told my part of the story to the management, and  I made it clear that if the right measures were   not taken to curb the excesses of the students,  I would take it further to the school board.   I could see that the principal saw that  I was not bluffing. A and her followers   were thoroughly examined and were told to retake  the school year or get indefinitely suspended.  The next day, after the management had  disclosed its decision on the matter,   A passed by me, and I could see  a mask of defeat on her face.   I smiled, having realized that I had  championed equality in my little way. The worst place I’ve ever worked in my entire life  was a convenience store. I know the trend where   people keep talking about the toxic workplace in  the corporate setting, where the boss abuses his   or her workers, but I’m telling you, that’s not  the worst environment to work in. Come work at a   convenience store and you’ll know what I’m saying.  Aside from the gruesome work you’d be doing for   minimum wage, and the constant yelling and insults  you’d get from your boss, you still have to face   the customers, who most times turn out to be huge  jerks. But no matter how bad they are to you,   you’re required to treat them with love and  respect. The same love and respect that they’ll   only take for granted and never reciprocate. The first time I decided to get a job in a   convenience store, I was in my freshman year of  college. I was there on scholarship, as my parents   couldn’t afford to send me themselves. Not only  were they not able to afford my tuition, they were   finding it difficult to consistently send me an  allowance. I couldn’t blame them, I was the second   child of four, and my dad was doing really well  before a recession hit the country and he lost his   job. Things hadn’t been the same ever since then,  and I could see that he was trying to provide for   the rest of my siblings so I had to cut him some  slack. I tried rationing the allowance he used to   send me. I’d stretch it out to last a specific  period of time, but with the exorbitant prices   of things in school, my rationing plan never  worked out well, and I always went hungry. A   few weeks into college, I made a friend. Let’s  call him Alex(21M). Alex had wealthy parents and   he always had more stuff than he needed, so when  we started hanging out, he gave me all of that   extra stuff, and I was good for a time. But eventually, I started to become dependent on   Alex for survival, and he knew it. I guess that  was why he started behaving in a type of way.   He started to talk crap about me to my face and  behind my back. Whenever we were with our group   of friends, he usually said things that were aimed  at making me look and feel small. He insulted me   at every chance he got and felt like I couldn’t do  anything because my survival in college was mostly   dependent on him. But the thing about me was that  I never let my background dictate my self-worth,   so when he started to treat me this way, I told  him off and broke off our friendship. It was   a decision that cost me dearly because I had to  go back to depending on my parents for survival.  One day, one of the guys from my friend group,  Jamie(22M) came over to see me. He hadn’t seen   me in a while since I never showed up to Alex’s  apartment, where we all used to gather. I told   him everything that transpired between us, and  he understood my perspective. Then I told him   about the financial struggles I was facing and  how it was getting difficult to stay in college.   He asked me why I couldn’t get a part-time job. I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about it before,   but I didn’t want anything to distract me from  my education, as it was the sole purpose of being   there. Besides, my scholarship was hinged on  me getting good grades, and if for some reason,   my performance dropped, I would lose the  scholarship and I’d have to drop out. Jamie   told me not to worry because that was why it was  called part-time. I could discuss my concerns with   anyone willing to employ me and we’d be able to  compromise. I listened to him and went around   campus, looking for where I could work. I got a  few offers, but none of them were accommodating to   the time frame I could work, so I had to extend my  search to outside the school campus. It was hard   and I wanted to give up at some point, but  eventually, I got a job at a convenience store   just outside the school campus. The manager, Mr  William, (50M) seemed nice and was willing to work   with my hours. The pay was less than average, but  at least it was more than nothing, so I took it.  Just three weeks into the new job, I was  already starting to regret all the decisions I   made that led me there. Working as a cashier in a  convenience store was more hectic than I imagined,   especially during the rush hours. I had  customers clamoring around me, wanting their   goods checked and bagged. I only had two hands  and could only attend to one customer at once,   but those customers didn’t seem to understand  that. Some impatient ones yelled at me to work   faster while some rude ones called me all sorts  of names. That period of my life was one of   the most traumatizing. I couldn’t complain  because I needed the job, and Mr. William,   who seemed like a saint when he offered me the  job, was actually the devil’s spawn. He insulted   me whenever I did something wrong, and whenever  I tried to take a leave off work, he declined my   request. He knew how badly I needed the job,  and he was using it against me. By that time,   I had already gotten used to earning my own money,  so quitting would have been a major inconvenience.   Besides, my parents had stopped sending me an  allowance when I told them I had gotten a job.   I couldn’t go back to burdening them with my  problems, so I sucked it up and kept working.  The only thing that made working in that  store a bit bearable was the fact that my   co-workers were friendly. I made two friends,  Lee(22M) and Sam(19M). They were from similar   backgrounds and they understood what I  was facing. We kept each other company,   and most of all, we kept each other sane. But my newfound balance didn’t last very long.  One day, after a very long evening rush, I finally  sat down on the stool to look through the sales   record and make sure I didn’t make any mistakes. I  heard someone yelling in one of the aisles, but I   couldn’t pay attention because I was engrossed in  the record I was looking through. After a moment,   someone slammed the counter and I sat up in shock.  I saw a woman, probably a few years older than me,   standing in front of the counter. She dropped her  stuff rudely on the counter, staring at me as I   stared back. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with  another rude customer, so I started to ring all   her goods. When I was done, I told her the price  and she stared at me as if I had just grown a new   head. She looked at the price on the screen and  accused me of double-pricing some of the things   she bought. I stared at her in surprise because  she was right there when I was doing it, and   she saw with her own two eyes that I didn’t ring  anything twice. I tried to explain to her that she   was wrong, but she only yelled that I was trying  to scam her. She even asked for the manager, but   luckily, he wasn’t around. Eventually, I agreed to  redo the pricing, and when I was done, the price   was still the same. This time though, she didn’t  object. She paid for her stuff and left. Once she   walked out, Lee came to the counter and told me  how she yelled at him for handing her the wrong   type of scented candle, instead of the one she  asked for. He said she behaved like that because   her dad or whoever was sponsoring her was rich.  She had an expensive McLaren which she parked in   front of the store whenever she came around. I  hoped never to see her again, but it turned out   that she was a regular customer. She came back  two days later and as she walked in, she glanced   at me and said “Wow, they haven’t fired you yet?” The way she treated me was very annoying, and it   was crazy because she didn’t know me before. She  dropped some things on the counter and while I was   about to ring it, she told me not to, because she  wasn’t done shopping. She took a while to get all   the things she needed, and I already had a line of  customers I was attending to. When she got back,   she walked past the line dropped the rest of her  stuff on the counter, and told me she was ready.   I couldn’t attend to her and leave the rest of  the customers on the line, so I told her she   had to join the queue. She started to yell that  she was there first and I had to attend to her,   but the other customers weren’t having it. The  issue turned out to be a huge commotion and   the manager had to step in. While he talked to  her, I quickly attended to the other customers   before ringing her stuff and packing it. She was  still pissed that I attended to her last and she   threw the cash on the ground as she walked out.  I thought that was the end of it, till she came   back the next week. This time, she bought way  more stuff than she used to and dropped it on   the counter. Next, she pulled out her phone from  her pocket and walked away to “receive” a call.   When I was done, ringing and bagging her stuff,  she came back and feigned surprise at the price   of what she bought. Then, as usual, she told me  to redo the calculations, which I started to do.   But halfway through, she stopped me and picked up  a bottle of expensive wine and claimed that she   didn’t buy that. She went on to call me a thief  because I was trying to hike her bill. I tried to   explain in my calmest tone possible that I didn’t  make a mistake and she actually brought it to the   counter, but she denied it. She even went as far  as calling the manager and asking him to fire me.   When he heard the full story, Mr William took her  side and I got fired. I couldn’t believe it. I   lost my job over some crazy Karen, who relished  bullying me. It hurt so bad because even though   I hated the job, I needed it to survive. My  ex-coworkers came to see me that night and we   talked about the incident. After cheering me up,  Lee decided that we had to teach her a lesson. He   wanted us to key her car, but I thought we could  do more than that. I wanted to destroy the car   completely. She made me lose my job, she  had to pay for it dearly. That same night,   we hatched our plan. We knew that she only  came at night, so Kim decided to work only the   morning shifts, so he’d be free at night. Sam,  on the other hand, stayed on the night shift,   so he could alert us when she was around. I had  a bike that I used to commute to work every day,   so I painted it black so no one would recognize  it. A few days later, Sam called me and said   she was around. I called Lee, and we rode to the  store. We had black clothes and ski masks on, so   no one would recognize us. We snuck by the store  so no one from inside would see us. Soon enough,   we got to the sleek gray McLaren. I brought  with me a steel bat and a bottle of Molotov   cocktail. Lee stayed on the lookout. It was an  open street with a lot of on-lookers so we had   to act fast. I started by tearing her tires with  a screwdriver I borrowed from a roommate. Next,   I bashed her windows with the steel bat before  lighting the Molotov cocktail. By this time,   the car alarm had gone off and it called her  attention from the store. She screamed and ran   over to us, but she wasn’t fast enough to stop  me from dropping the cocktail in the car seat.   I got on my bike and cycled away, watching as  the car went up in flames. Lee also escaped on   his own bike and we parted ways in case we were  being followed. The paint I used on the bike was   temporary, so as soon as I got back to the hostel,  I wiped it off and discarded all the tools I used.   A few days later, Lee and Sam told me she tried to  get the police involved, but they didn’t have any   leads to go on, no one saw our faces, and Lee and  Sam didn’t have motive so they were not suspected,   besides, Sam was at work when it happens. They  eventually closed the case and I went scot-free. The first day Mom formally introduced Dave(46M)  to the family, was what I(19M) like to call the   beginning of the end. I think of myself as a good  judge of character and when I saw him, I knew that   he wasn’t all he was posing to be. But my mom  had been alone for over two years before that,   so I couldn’t take that away from her. When my parents were still together,   they fought a lot, about everything. It ranged  from unserious bickering to full-on yelling and   name-calling. When I was a lot younger, it  was very different. They were in love. Or at   least that was what it looked like to my young  innocent mind. But as I and my younger sister,   Lily grew up, things started to change. The warmth  that once reigned in our house disappeared and was   replaced with something else. My parents argued  every day. It never stopped, it only escalated to   dangerous levels. After some time, they decided  to seek counseling, and for a time, it looked   like they were actually getting better. They were  putting more effort into communicating and going   out on dates and all those other things. But it  didn’t last very long. One day, while I was at a   friend’s place, playing video games, I received  an emergency call from my sister asking me to   come home immediately, and so I did. Imagine my  surprise when I found my mom and dad in an all-out   fight. I’m talking yelling and throwing stuff.  I’ve never seen them like this before, but I soon   learned the reason for their fight. Apparently,  Mom had found out that Dad was cheating on her   with his secretary from work. Typical. I guess she’d always had her suspicions,   because that day, she left the house just  minutes after he did and tailed him to   a motel where he went to see her. Long story short, she caught him,   they fought and he moved out of the house. The divorce case was something else, because   they both wanted custody of us, and they both  fought for it as hard as they could. Eventually,   the judge ruled that we were to stay with  Mom, and we visited Dad during the weekends.  Mom threw herself into work. She told  herself that she was trying to focus on   her career as an attorney, but that wasn’t  true. She just wanted to fill the hole Dad   left with work. I understood that perfectly. Within a year, Dad was engaged to his secretary,   who was already pregnant, but Mom was still  working full-time. The only upside to this   was that she got promoted, which only meant  that we got to see her less and less. And on   the rare times when she wasn’t working, she’d  be in her room, crying or drinking herself to   sleep. It took a year and six months for her  to pick herself up and start dating again,   but even then, it wasn’t anything serious. The  wound of being cheated on never fully healed,   so, it was difficult to trust other people. But two years later, there she was inviting   a man into our home, and introducing  him to us as her new boyfriend.  Dave was handsome, he was a real looker and had a  nice body. Mom said he was a fitness instructor.   He was funny too, and really charismatic. I  could immediately see why she liked him. But   I know people. Some would call me a natural-born  psychologist. I knew how to read people, and when   I asked him some questions about family and stuff,  his reaction gave me the hint that he was hiding   something, but I didn’t press further. Mom was  happy. I wasn’t about to ruin that. After he left,   we all had a family discussion and Mom told us  about how they met. Her firm had a meeting with   a new client and she was supposed to take point in  leading the proposal meeting. She was supposed to   meet the client in a three-star restaurant, and  when she got there, she sat at the wrong table,   where Dave was seated. After pitching  to him for a total of fifteen minutes,   he finally told her that he wasn’t who she  thought he was. Apparently, her prospects   were running late. She apologized, but Dave told  her to have a drink with him. They hit it off and   he collected her number. Then they started to go  out. At that point, Mom really liked him already,   so it was difficult to air my skepticism.  I decided to keep an eye on him by myself.  I soon noticed some more weird signs whenever  from Dave. whenever he was around and Mom wasn’t   looking, he was always texting on his phone. It  was so frequent, and I know a fitness instructor   doesn’t have to be on his phone all the time like  that, and since mom said he didn’t have kids,   I wondered who he could be texting so frequently.  But that was not all. Whenever he had to put the   phone down, he always turned the screen face  down. That was a typical move for someone who   had something to hide. But that wasn’t  enough evidence to bring to my mom, so   I waited. A few weeks down the line, I came to a  realization. When he was about to leave our house,   he kissed my mom goodbye and left. He had never  offered for my mom to stay over at his place,   nor had he invited us over. I asked my mom  about this, and she said it was because he   had roommates. The house he stayed in was very  expensive, and so he couldn’t afford to stay   alone. I asked if he told her this himself, and  she said yes. I further asked if she had been to   his house just once, and she said no. She was  starting to get suspicious of my questioning,   so I backed off. The next time he came over,  I pretended to be very sleepy after dinner,   and I went up to my room. I watched from my  window, till I saw him leave. Then I locked   my door and climbed down my window. I got on my  bike and tailed his car. I made sure to put on   my hoodie and keep a safe distance between us, so  he wouldn’t know he was being followed. We finally   got to his place and he was right. The house  looked expensive. But as soon as he parked in   the driveway, a woman walked out of the house. He  forgot to mention that his “roommate” was a woman.  I wanted to tell Mom what I had seen, but it was  quite difficult to explain that I snuck out of   the house to follow him. I had to be sure that I  had something or I would be grounded for life. A   few days later, I told my mom I was going to  a friend’s, but instead, I staked out Dave’s   house. I stayed there for some hours, even when he  left. Eventually, the woman left the house and I   followed her. She worked at the gym as a fitness  instructor, which made me think that maybe he was   telling the truth and they were just roommates.  But something wasn’t adding up. If they were   platonic as we all think, why didn’t he let my mom  meet him, or why hadn’t he ever invited her over?   This time, I decided to hear from Dave himself.  One evening, while we were all having dinner,   I asked him why we never came to his house. He  gave me the same roommate story he gave my mom,   but I didn’t give up there. I asked about his  roommate and what the person does. I could tell   that he was uneasy, and it took him a while to  answer and when he did, he spoke in a way that   didn’t give away the gender of the roommate.  I was counting on the fact that he’d slip up,   and since he didn’t, I had to ask him directly. “Is your roommate a man or a woman?”  That question almost made him choke on his  food. Mom laughed it off and asked me what   sort of question that was. She said of course his  roommate is a guy, but I looked at him waiting   for him to answer the question. When he did, he  lied to my face and said it was a guy. He said he   was an undergrad law student and he was a huge  slob, which was why he never invited us over.   That night, when he left, Mom asked me why I asked  the weird question, and I said it was because he   was lying. He had a woman living with him and that  was the real reason why he had never invited her   over. As expected, she didn’t believe me. I  told her how I followed him that other night,   but she still thought I was making it up. She  even went as far as making up excuses for him.   She said it was possible that I got it all wrong,  and the lady came to see his roommate and not him.  It took a lot, but I finally convinced her to  test that theory with me. I told her to invite   him over and stall him in any way she could.  At that time, I went out to the gym where his   roommate worked. I posed as though I came to  register for a membership, and I went directly   to her and said Dave referred me. She believed me  at once and introduced herself as Brienne. Before   we started talking, I put my phone on record,  so Dave wouldn’t be able to deny anything.  When we started a light workout, I asked  her how she knew Dave, and as expected,   she said he was her boyfriend. I feigned surprise  and told her that was impossible because he was   dating my mom. She laughed it off, thinking I  was joking, but I went on my phone and showed   her the pictures I took of them. Her face said  it all. She didn’t know Dave was cheating on her,   neither did my mom. I went home immediately and  showed my mom the evidence I got from Brienne.   Dave tried to manipulate and talk his way out  of it, but my mom was not having it. She kicked   him out of our house and he left. My mom was  in terrible shape after that breakup. I can   understand her though. My dad cheated on her the  first time and after two years of being single,   she tried dating again, and she still got cheated  on. It really hurt me to see her beaten up like   that and I vowed that I was going to help her get  revenge on him. A few days later, I got word that   Brienne left him and moved out of the house. That  was when I got the perfect idea to get my revenge.  Dave usually stayed out late because he had other  clients he attended to, aside from the ones in the   gym. That makes his house pretty much empty most  of the time. I took some time to stake out his   house and learn his schedule. Then I realized that  he had a client he worked with on Saturday night   for over two hours. The next Saturday, I came to  his house with a gallon of gasoline when he wasn’t   around. I picked the lock and let myself in. I  had a mask on, in case he had cameras around the   house. Then I poured the gas all over his couch  and curtains before moving into the kitchen and   rooms. When I was done, I got to a safe distance  before lighting the matches and watching it burn.   Then I went him before the neighbors noticed the  smoke. The next day, we got the news that his   house burnt to the ground, but no one saw who did  it. Dave pointed fingers at Brienne and my mom,   but they both had alibis as they were at work  when it happened. The house was not insured,   and the landlord sued Dave for negligence and  pushed that he pay the entire sum for the repairs.   I don’t know the outcome of the case, but I don’t  care, as long as Dave has a shitty next few years.
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Published: Sun Apr 28 2024
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