I stormed out of the bathroom, frustration bubbling up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. Another failure. Another botched attempt to get back at Ange. Chris and I had thought we had her this time, but once again, she outsmarted us. How did she do it? Lacing Ange's water with laxatives was supposed to be foolproof, yet here I was, running to the nearest stall, my stomach churning and growling.

"Ugh, can this day get any worse?" I muttered aloud, my voice tinged with annoyance.