What was your best revenge story?
12.06.2025 03:08
Then Lori said to her, “Oh my God, you must me so disappointed. Just as disappointed as my brother was when he went to that fake Halloween party you invited him to.” Lori then slammed the door in her face.
I didn’t. There was no party there. Someone had played a trick on me. I walked home and it was quite a walk, and came through the door. I told my mom and sisters. My sisters were livid. I’ve never seen them so mad.
Thanks girls.
Tracy came in my room crying and sat by me saying she wished she would have waited and not driven off. She hated the idea of me walking home. I told her I was fourteen and can handle a walk home. I told her not to worry about me so much and I remember her telling me that as an older sister, that was her job.
Yep, not a wise thing to mess with the Holland sisters. The girls kept this quiet though as they did not want Ellie totally embarrassed in school. As I said, they were not ‘mean’ girls. No one in school knew about it except their friends. Not even me.
The twins and I went to the same school. They were very popular girls in school. My sisters started modelling the year before and always wore the latest fashions. A lot of girls took up the same styles. Some girls just had their noses out of joint and we’re jealous. My sisters had their close knit friends but they were not the ‘bad girls’ you see in movies these days.
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Lori asked me, “Do you know anybody who would want to do this to you?” I said I didn’t. “This is not over,” Lori said patting my arm. “No one gets away doing something like this to our brother.” I told her it was okay and she said, “Oh no, it’s not okay RJ, it’s not okay at all.”
They made up an invitation to a fake party at our house stating in the invitation to keep it quiet as only certain people had been invited. This was to be a private party. They told their friends about their plan and told them to keep it quiet. The girls told me nothing of their plan.
“Have fun?” asked Lori. I said I did and thanks.
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I remember going up to my room, sitting on my bed in my pirate outfit which would have made Jack Sparrow proud, and thinking that this is going to be a really boring night. I could not for the life of me think of anyone who would want to do this to me.
The day of the so called party, Ellie, the girl who faked the Halloween party, came to our house in a 1920s costume as the party was stated to be a Roaring Twenties party. Ellie knocked on the door and my sisters, Lori and Tracy both answered. I overheard. “Oh, Ellie, weren’t you informed the party was yesterday instead of today?” I heard Ellie yell, “WHAT! No I wasn’t!”
My sisters cancelled going to a party that night and they stayed home, invited some of their friends over, and I was told to invite mine. Mom and dad ordered food and we had our own party, later watching some scary movies together. It was great. That’s the kind of sisters and parents I have.
After the party, I was in my bed eating soda crackers, drinking milk and teading a book. Lori once told me I was going to turn into a soda cracker. I loved them, still do. The girls came into my room and sat on my bed.
The girls went into their Nancy Drew roles and after some snooping around, they found out that the one who invited me to the fake party was a girl in school that was jealous and envious of them. To get at my sisters, she went after me, their brother, which unknown to her, was a huge mistake. My older sisters were very protective of me even though I kept telling them I could take care of myself.
I found out about all this much later when I came face to face with Ellie in the hallway at school when I went to meet the girls at their lockers before we went home. She gave me a terrible scowl and kept walking. Asking the girls later why she would do this, they told me all about it. Wow. My sisters had my back. As I grew older, I vowed I would pay them back and have their backs when they needed me.
I have to bring back a Halloween story I had answered with before. My older sisters were in fine form here looking out for me, their brother.
Don’t mess with our brother!
When I was fourteen, I was invited to a Halloween party. My older twin sisters, age sixteen, and mother helped me with an excellent pirate costume. My sister Tracy, who just got her licence, drove me to the house where the party was supposed to be and dropped me off. “Have fun,” she said and drove away.