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Okay, so, over the course of your life you’ve probably wanted to get revenge on at least one person right? And maybe sometimes you want revenge for a petty thing, like forcing you to pick up the dog poop, or slide tackling you during soccer. Well, the reason why I want revenge on someone whom I’ve never met before is for kidnapping my twin sister.
This wasn’t just some little girl walking down an isolated street and disappearing into a van. No, we were sixteen and she was with me, home alone. It was a Monday night and we were watching Happy Gilmore. What in God's name would make this person come into our house, grab my sister--who was sitting right next to me--and leave? We told each other everything! She didn’t do anything wrong! And she wasn’t acting like she was hiding anything! It makes me so confused and angry just thinking about it!
It was actually astonishing that the star player on our school's field hockey team was so easily overpowered by the tiny woman that took her. Obviously the woman wasn't a tiny dwarf, but she was super thin. The woman who took her didn’t even try to mask herself. She walked in with bright pink stilettos and an outfit that looked like it came off a runway and just took Erin. I was too shocked to do anything. Oh, stupid, stupid me. You don’t know how many times I’ve beaten my self up over the fact that I just sat there, Adam Sandler laughing in the background. The most astonishing fact was that the woman who took Erin stood their made eye contact and said oh-so-causally,
“ Ya know, I'm not too sorry ‘bout this.” and then she walked out of the room and disappeared.
Yes that’s right. She’s not sorry about a home invasion and kidnapping. What an absolutely wicked, horrible…ugh! After what seemed like years, I sprang up and dashed for the phone, dialed the three magic numbers and the police came, and so did my weeping parents. For almost two days I was in shock. I couldn't believe something like that would happen. After that I got mad, furious actually. I wanted to rip that woman apart. How dare she come into my home and take my best friend my sister! So I started making a plan. If the police couldn't find my sister and that woman then I would. Sometimes I would dream that she would just come home saying it was a joke,or the police would find her. Well, that was a dream. Dreams and reality are two very different things.
Erin's kidnapping happened when I was sixteen. Now I'm eighteen and I'm ready to get revenge.
