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When I was nine, a boy in my class punched me in the eye and knocked me down. He lied and got away with it. I wanted revenge. I figured out how to borrow books from the school library under his name. My bestie helped me shove the books behind a shelf in our classroom.
At the end of each month, our teacher read a list of overdue books to the class. I had to wait weeks to finally hear her say, "Dane, you need to return What's Happening to My Body? and Why Do I Have Hair in Funny Places?"
It was pandemonium. Kids were falling out of their chairs laughing. He was taunted the rest of the year with the titles. It was everything I'd hoped for and more. Don't fuck with girls.
I just found Dane on Facebook. He got the face he deserves. The co-conspirator is still my best friend. 
