Tells the truth. However...

Lauren decided that the truth would probably be for the best. After all, if she hadn’t had framed her for that incident at the zoo all those years ago, Rachel wouldn’t of had met Jason. She practically owed her one.

“Um, can I talk to you in private?” Lauren asked, a little embarrassed about this still.

“Um, sure.” Rachel said, confusion in her voice. She then turned to her daughters. “Girls? Why don’t you go over to the meerkat exhibit over there and we'll join you and Auntie June in a minute, okay?”

“Okay, Mom.” The girls said as they walked off to the nearby exhibit, Amanda pushing Molly’s stroller as they went.

“And no fighting!” Rachel called back.

“Auntie June?” Lauren asked.

“My husband’s half-sister. She’s the one who invited us.” Rachel explained, gesturing to a tall blonde woman holding one of those safari cameras. “Now that we’re alone, sweetie, what do you want to talk about? And remember, I still need your –“

“Rachel, take a look at me!” Lauren snapped quietly, “It’s me; Lauren. Lauren Jones!”

Rachel stared at the little woman in front of her for a few seconds. She then shook her head and frowned.

“Sweetie, I don’t know what your mother allows you to do, but I don’t teach my kids how to lie. It’s a very –“

“I am Lauren!” Lauren said louder, but still in a hushed tone.

“Oh, really? Okay, I’ll humor you.” Rachel said with a smirk. “Tell me one thing that Lauren, and ONLY Lauren, would know.”

“During our high school field trip to this very zoo, I was the one who sprayed the baby elephant and Mrs. Carlson; but I ended up framing you for both acts.” Lauren stated, her smirk countering Rachel's.

Rachel’s smirk instantly vanished, a look of pure shock on her face. The tour group that she and Lauren were with on that day hadn’t seen Lauren spray the baby elephant, and they were already at the next exhibit when Lauren sprayed Mrs. Carlson. This was a fact that was known to only two people on the planet at the time. So that would mean that this little diaper clad girl, who she had diapered personally; this was…

“Oh. My. Gosh.” Rachel whispered in shock, “It is you.”

“Yep!” Lauren said with a smirk as she closed her eyes.

After a few seconds, Lauren noticed that it was a little too quiet. Rachel was the quiet type in high school, but this seemed a bit like overkill. Curiously, Lauren opened her eyes and saw the **** glare she was getting from Rachel. Now it was her turn to have her smirk vanish.

“It’s you!” Rachel whispered ominously, eyes narrowed and nostrils flared.

“Y-y-yes…” Lauren stammered, gulping. She shook her head and recomposed herself. “I know this seems odd right now, but considering that you owe me, I really need your –“

“Owe you?” Rachel asked, not believing what she was hearing. “OWE YOU?! FOR WHAT?!”

“For…um…your husband and…uh, kids?” Lauren gulped; she was starting to get nervous now.

“Yes, I did meet Jason in detention and we hit it off well when I agreed to help him keep his scholarship; and in return I got a wonderful man who helped me to stop being the scared little mouse that I always was, took me to self-help classes and gyms to help me be stronger than I was before, and gave me three beautiful children.” Rachel explained, suspiciously calm. Her eyes than narrowed and her voice got lower as she continued, “But if you think, for one iota of a second, that I owe you because of that, you are just plain crazy! Do you even know what else I got because of your little stunt?!”

“Um…I –“

“I got a failing grade on my biology research paper!” Rachel snapped. “I got kicked of the debate team! I got grounded for six weeks, until I explained what happened to my parents and my dad brought me back! I. Almost. Lost. My. Scholarship! And before you pulled that stunt? I got tortured, ridiculed, humiliated, and tormented because everyone thought ‘Hey, if Lauren bullies that fat nerd, then obviously it’s what the popular people do'! That – ALL OF THAT – is what I owe you for! Other than those, I don’t owe you SQUAT!”

Lauren gulped, now terrified of the woman in front of her. Maybe she should have just came up with a fake identity; acting like a child might have been the better option.

Rachel then knelt down to look Lauren in the eyes, terrifying the little woman even more.

“You made my life a living nightmare.” Rachel whispered ominously, an evil smile forming on her face. “And today, I’m going to return the favor.”

“W-what are you going to do?” Lauren said, gulping.

Rachel just smiled evilly.