I baked a cake I shouldn't have. Suck it, Karen.

Karen is a girl who goes to my school, in my same grade. We both take a baking class, and today the assignment was to make a cake. The teacher assigned the toppings, and Karen got the ones I liked. Since I got the toppings she liked, she wanted to switch, and I let her.<br><br><br>Now, I don't know if you have ever been in the position where someone got the thing you wanted, and you were just too nosey to realize how much it was gonna hurt, but in this case, I knew. I knew that because of my condition, I had to eat my cake as soon as possible. I have a rare condition that causes my urine to come out thick, usually enough to hold its shape, kinda like cottage cheese, and it smells bad. I also have to eat a special diet in order to thin it out, since my condition makes my digestive system a bit wonky, and my poop is usually really hard to pass due to my cheesesaucepee.<br><br><br>The only way to stop my pee from smelling is to consume a lot of sugar. I have to eat something with a lot of sugar at least 3 times a day, or else my pee will be gross. I've learned to live with it, and so have my classmates, but Karen always made a big deal out of it. She would complain about how my pee made her gag whenever she had to pee after me, and would even call me "Cheeseshit" due to my poop and pee. The other kids would snitch on me to the teacher whenever I ate candy in class, and I even got detention for that sometimes.<br><br><br>I wanted to teach her a lesson. I knew that if I switched with her, she would inevitably have to pee on herself, and I wanted to see her make a big deal about it, but not being able to say anything about my pee. When she complained about my pee, I would just say "well, maybe you should eat a little more sugar next time, so it doesn't smell so bad". I wanted to see that stupid expression on her face when she was in my situation, but I wasn't gonna let her win.<br><br><br>So, I didn't switch with her. I ate my cake, with the toppings she wanted, and I felt so satisfied. She looked at me, her eyes watering up, and I asked her "are you okay? Maybe you should've eaten something with a little more sugar, huh?"<br><br><br>She looked like she was about to cry, but instead, she just took her things and left the classroom. I felt proud of myself, and when I told the other kids about it, they were all impressed that I didn't let her get to me. She didn't come to school the next day, and the day after that, she didn't look anyone in the eye. She even skipped lunch, and didn't sit with us like she usually did.<br><br><br>If there's anything I learned from that moment is that karma can be sweet, literally.