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- 30 Apr 18
18-year-old Niamh Lusson firmly believes that with great Sonic-The-Hedgehog-blue hair comes an equally great responsibility to make your mark on the world. So, in order to leave said mark, she acts, writes, paints, sings, and reads young adult fantasy novels at every opportunity. As regards future plans, she hopes to study the Performing Arts in college. But more importantly, she wants to continue creative writing – and hopefully to learn that saving documents under the name ‘thingy’ is not clever.
And now for Niamh’s WRITE HERE, WRITE NOW entry ...
The Thief In The Night
Have you ever thought about the power we have, as humans, to completely destroy someone’s life? I have. I think about it a lot, actually. Say, for example, when you’re with a friend at the top of a tall building, at the edge of a rail. Have you ever wanted to just… push your friend?
“Of course not, they’re my friend, I would never intentionally hurt them!” Yeah, right. Remember that time they didn’t stand up for you? Or when they talked about you behind your back? Remember when they kissed your boyfriend at that party? All those memories come flooding back at the top of that building. Or, in my case, when I’m sat on the couch, my lap warm with the heat of my laptop, my heart cold with the cruelty of what I’m about to do.
I’ll make her pay. Tap, tap, tapping at the keys, I create the perfect post, the perfect tweet, the perfectly cropped photo. Perhaps to the naked eye, the posts don’t seem so bad. But I know they’ll destroy her. I take three seconds, as I always do, to make my decision. Should I really post this? What will it achieve? What if it was posted on the cover of every newspaper in the country? What if my grandma read it? I smirk, right click and… Posted.
Over the next few hours, the likes come flooding in. The comments come in droves, a mingle of people who laugh alongside me, and people who don’t get the joke. ‘LOL! She’s gonna kill you!’ from one. ‘Um, that’s a bit rude,’ from another. I bask in the glory of all the attention. My smile growing and growing, I read back over the posts. They’re the perfect mix of mean. She’ll regret what she did.
“Jenny?” My mother calls from the other room. I swagger in, the pride swelling inside me when I see her frown. She regrets it. Good. My mother, the thief in the night, has seen the posts, and her life is now destroyed in front of my 784 friends. My revenge plot has worked. That’s the last time she’ll steal a Nutella sandwich from me.
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