Janice my soul enemy. When you find your soul mate you fall in love. it is the same for soul enemies but instead of falling in love you hate each other. A fight always breaks out and never work together. Whatever you do never work together it will just lead to betrayal.
Okay, let me get back to my story. Janice and I met in high school, feeling of hate rushed through our bodies and we broke into a fight. No one knows who started it but we run towards each other and threw punches. The principle separated us and we got a warning. I wished he expelled us we were stuck together. The following week she started a rumour that I did drugs and I carried a packet to sell to students. Then opened my bag showed the students a packet of cocaine which she had placed in my bag. The students believed her. I carried my revenge the following week. She hated frogs and spiders and liked going to the washroom to gossip. We set a trap for her and her friends. locked them in the bathroom with frogs and spiders. They screamed and banged on the door as the spiders crawled on them. The janitor could not find the keys. He broke into the washroom to remove them. They had fainted from shock and school dismissed for the day.
My boyfriend Samuel good looking and loved sports. After football practice we meet at Hannah's pizza and he walked me home. On this day Janice ruined my relationship. After football practice she entered the boy's locker room and kissed Samuel under the shower while Luke recorded it. When I got home, the video of Janice and Samuel circulated on Facebook. Betrayed by my boyfriend, I called Samuel who apologized but since he worked with Janice. I destroyed his car.
Janice parents were strict and there was a 'no party rule' in her house. So when she and her boyfriend left, I threw a party in her house and played loud music and trashed the place. I called her parents and pretended to be a concerned neighbour. When Janice got home her parents grounded her, she missed the high school prom
Our hated continued and got worse over the years, it came to murder. She wanted me dead. she hired a hitman to murder me and I hired a hitman to murder her. But we hired the same hitman, he took off with our money. I shot him but she told everyone she shot the hitman.
Predictable Janice. Went to the same coffee house, drove the same car, same bar, stayed in the same suburb. Jogged the same route and goes to the gym at the same time. She went to the coffee shop and ordered an expresso. I had worn a disguise on that day, she sat alone reading the newspaper and sipping her coffee. I walked passed her and poked her with a venom needle and kept walking. She said ouch and within minutes she collapsed and died. That is how I destroyed my soul enemy.