Monday, April twenty-first, 2008
I utterly loathe my sister. I detest her; I regard her with disdain; she is beyond despicable and idiotic and arrogant. She's also selfish too.
In case you don't know who I am referring to, look at the message she left me with the newspaper article. That should give you a clue.
I refused to have breakfast with Sarah at the table: I fully anticipated that she'd rub in the subject of the diary entries someway or another. And I didn't want to suffer her cruelty either. Sarah can be an unspeakably stupid and self-involved brat on a more-than-regular basis, and I hope Mother disowns her or something. I wish Sarah would die; this is how serious my feelings are towards her.
Philip visited my bedroom this morning after breakfast, and he tried to comfort me with his soothing, reassuring self. He also volunteered to help me take revenge on Sarah, if I was intending to. Immediately, I delighted at the proposal. Sarah rightfully deserved to be taken vengeance upon
, and it had to be a successful, good, pleasurable type of vengeance as well. Philip obtained some paper and pens for us to brainstorm possibilities for her punishment.
I suggested that we recruit Carly to help. I had perfect timing as well: Carly had just entered the room once
I completed my last syllable. Philip asked her if she would like to join our Operation Attack mission, and this broad smile appeared on her face. "I hate Sarah with all my heart, even if she is my sister," Carly declared. "I will surely help you!" I then hugged Carly gratefully, and we requested her feedback for our best plans.
Finally we have narrowed it down to putting laxatives and sedatives in Sarah's water glass at suppertime. It will put her to sleep, as well as feed the chances of diarrhea (tee-hee). We would then sneak out into the night, nab her mattress, and toss it out upon
the lake. She'll wake up and find herself floating on water tomorrow morning! Isn't that a beautiful image, Diary?
Mother is oblivious to our Operation Attack, and I hope it's kept that way. Though she isn't close to Sarah herself, Mother would not risk having any harm done to her. So I'd better buy a safe and secure lock for this book so neither Mother nor Sarah nor anyone else can invade my privacy!