When I was in 8th grade in Virginia Beach, my friend and I could never find anything to do. Her parents didn't know that I had no curfew or supervision so she always spent the night at my house. We would drink tequila til about 3am, at which point we would go vandalize the neighborhood

This wasn't very fulfilling until I discovered that my cunt, suck up to big hair sluts and ridicule other students, science teacher, Ms. Amanda Wray lived only two blocks away. On many separate occasions, my friend and I painted murals on her backyard sliding glass door with cheap waxy drugstore make-up. We stacked everything in her yard (lawn chairs, trash bags, a charcoal grill) into a pyramid seven feet tall. I prank called her number, (804) 499-7489, repeatedly. And once we became really bold, we covered her white car, and frequently her guests' cars, with newspaper. The paper stuck because the cars were moist with dew and the ink ran in gray streaks.