I didn't expect Veronica to come up with her evil plan overnight.

Seriously, does she have a notebook filled with fun ways to ruin someone's life? Probably.

But there I was, standing in my pajamas out in our driveway, staring up at the windows, at five thirty in the morning.

Across the whole house, written in some red substance that seemed to be dripping, was the words: 'Fugly bitch'.

Classy.

I sighed and went inside, calling my father's personal cleaner, Melinda. When he was on holiday, she would always come around and tidy up the place. Even when it's only me, like right now, she sometimes came to check up...