Lindsey’s Revenge, Part 1 (A Photoseries)

Lindsey’s Revenge is FINALLY here, guys!

This is a photoseries I have been planning/promising to do for the past year-ish, and it’s based on Lindsey’s Day in the Life post from last summer (link here). I highly recommend reading that post all the way through for a refresher, or you may be slightly confused as to what’s going on in this photoseries (which, by the way, is my first photoseries since The Trials of Tessa!)

One last thing before we begin – a few of you have mentioned that you’re having problems with my photos showing up. That’s because I’m using Google Photos to host my images instead of uploading to WordPress. To solve this problem, try reading the posts directly from my website instead of on your WP Reader.

And that’s enough of an intro for now. Onto the post!

A year of plotting, strategizing, and organizing my attack.

I can’t let them get away with this. But especially not her.

Crystal. My stuck-up, spoiled, bratty big sister. Maybe this will teach her that heels were never a good idea.

I sneak around the back fence, even though all eight of my sisters are away at a movie and don’t know what’s going on. With so many of them, it’s practically impossible to find a time when they’re all away at once.

This is the perfect spot.

I gather up some firewood from the stack behind the shed.

It takes a few tries, but I get a massive bonfire going in the fire pit.

I cackle with glee. Crystal will never see this coming.

I run inside and grab a pile of shoes from Crystal’s bedroom . . .

. . . and dump them in a pile next to the pit.

Let the shoe-burning begin.

I lean over and toss one in. “That’s for every time you’ve made fun of me for being a tomboy.”

I grab a boot. “And for all the gossiping behind my back.”

“For never letting me forget about getting dragged down to the police station.”

“Walking me home in the most ridiculous shoes on the planet.”

“And for just generally acting like the most perfect sister. Well, guess what, Crystal. You’re not.”

I keep going until every single shoe that belongs to Crystal – and probably even a few that don’t (she has way too many, how am I supposed to keep track?) are charred and burnt in a massive heap.