by Debra Elliott (Pink-Tomato-Revenge)
Colleen, my beautiful twin sister constantly stayed on my back. She always harped about something I did wrong. Her favorite thing to tell me was Joann, stop drinking so much soda pop.
Colleen had the beauty of a porcelain doll and I had crater face.
My sister loved pink nail polish and changed it like underwear. Everyday she sent me to the drugstore to buy a new bottle.
“Joann,” Colleen summoned me to her over decorated room.”
I hurried upstairs to find out what I did wrong this time.
“What's up sis?”
She shoved a five dollar bill toward me.
“Be a doll and run down to the drug store. Cotton Candy pink is on sale.”
Nail polish? She wanted me to go buy nail polish again?
“I've got homework Colleen. Can't you go?”
“Why no silly girl. Billy's suppose to call.”
Billy was her on again, off again boyfriend. Her prized possession.
“Please,” she begged. “I'll buy you some pimple cream.”
“Alright, I'll go”
On the way I spotted a crate of rotten tomatoes. I wild idea popped into my head. I had the perfect plan. I crushed the rotten tomatoes, covered Colleen while she slept and waited for morning.
A blood curdling scream woke me. It came from Colleen's room. I raced into her room.
“What's wrong,” I feigned concern.
“Look, she pointed to her face.”
I stifled a giggle. My sister looked like a giant tomato. Revenge never looked so sweet.
Colleen, my beautiful twin sister constantly stayed on my back. She always harped about something I did wrong. Her favorite thing to tell me was Joann, stop drinking so much soda pop.
Colleen had the beauty of a porcelain doll and I had crater face.
My sister loved pink nail polish and changed it like underwear. Everyday she sent me to the drugstore to buy a new bottle.
“Joann,” Colleen summoned me to her over decorated room.”
I hurried upstairs to find out what I did wrong this time.
“What's up sis?”
She shoved a five dollar bill toward me.
“Be a doll and run down to the drug store. Cotton Candy pink is on sale.”
Nail polish? She wanted me to go buy nail polish again?
“I've got homework Colleen. Can't you go?”
“Why no silly girl. Billy's suppose to call.”
Billy was her on again, off again boyfriend. Her prized possession.
“Please,” she begged. “I'll buy you some pimple cream.”
“Alright, I'll go”
On the way I spotted a crate of rotten tomatoes. I wild idea popped into my head. I had the perfect plan. I crushed the rotten tomatoes, covered Colleen while she slept and waited for morning.
A blood curdling scream woke me. It came from Colleen's room. I raced into her room.
“What's wrong,” I feigned concern.
“Look, she pointed to her face.”
I stifled a giggle. My sister looked like a giant tomato. Revenge never looked so sweet.