She never let us play baseball in peace (probably because it always ended with some damage to her property), complained about us, and scolded us in front of everyone. She always told me I would never amount to anything. But on my 17th birthday, things reached a boiling point. My parents had given me permission to throw a party. Tons of people showed up and we were having fun. Suddenly, a HUGE GERMAN SHEPHERD jumped over the fence, barking at everyone and wrecking the event. Naturally, everyone scattered. I knew exactly whose dog it was! Madeleine stood on the sidelines, smirking at me. I was done. Within half an hour, I was standing in front of her house. Fueled by anger, I threw a baseball, shattering her window. I was bracing for her to come out and start yelling like always, but the house was eerily quiet. So quiet that I got scared — what if something was wrong? So, I went inside. I expected to see her in some kind of trouble, but definitely not like that!
