Sitting comfortably in our underwear and pajamas, the gift exchange had been a wonderful success so far. We were having a blast, examining everyone as gifts, trying out the new toys, and gossiping like all girls do, when the disruption came. Was it such a big deal that the boys werenÃt included in the fun? We knew they wouldnÃt want to buy gifts, anyway. Leave it to them to crash a party. We heard a noise outside, and we all ran out to see what it was. We made it just in time to catch the tail end of Nick as van riding off into the snowy night. There, in front of the house, we discovered the destruction. The cars that we arrived in, parked across the street from Aubin as, were tampered with. The destruction was devastating. Each car was virtually unrecognizable. .
The boys thought it would be a good idea to empty soda all over the cars, which froze in the cold weather and ate away the paint when the sugar soaked in. Also, to the unlocked cars, they dispensed pounds of shredded paper, which infiltrated the ventilation systems and hard to reach places. The boys thought they were real smart and smooth movers. But when I saw the look on my girlfriend Tara as face as she opened her car door and the confetti overflowed onto her shoe, I knew it was time to seek our revenge. .
The girls and I knew we couldnÃt let the boys win this time. It was time to plan the attack. First we had to figure out where they were. Obviously, these acts took more than one person, and they never left each other as side, so they had to be at one location laughing about how slick they were. To find the vandals we separated into four cars and started driving to each boy as house, looking for the culprits. As we made our way to the other side of town, we saw Nick as van casually driving over the rolling hills. Quickly, we began to ride his tail, trying to keep up with his fast pace. Since he was really making time, two cars of girls got lost; Burlington dark roads and windy neighborhoods are hard to keep track of.