**Chapter 1: A Recipe for Revenge**

I stared down at the mess in front of me, my eyes widening in disgust as I took in the sight of my sister, Rachel, effortlessly flipping through a cookbook, her blonde hair bouncing with each movement. She was always so carefree, so confident, and it was infuriating. Especially when she was being completely clueless about how her actions were affecting me. We were in the kitchen, a space we shared in our small apartment, and the smell of fresh vegetables and spices filled the air. Rachel was preparing one of her vegan meals, a recipe she swore was going to change my life. I wasn't so sure about that. As a matter of fact, I was pretty certain that her constant proselytizing about the benefits of a plant-based diet was starting to get on my nerves. The reason for my frustration was that Rachel had a tendency to push her views on me, never taking no for an answer. She would constantly lecture me about the environmental impact of my food choices, or the cruelty involved in the meat industry. It was exhausting, and sometimes I just wanted to rebel against her incessant nagging. And today was one of those days. Rachel looked up from her cookbook, a smug smile spreading across her face. "Hey, little bro, I made your favorite - vegan lasagna!" I raised an eyebrow, my annoyance evident. "You know I don't eat vegan, Rach." She chuckled, unfazed. "Oh, come on. It's good for you. You need to try new things." I shook my head, my anger simmering just below the surface. "I've told you a million times, I don't want to eat vegan. Can't you just respect my choices?" Rachel's smile faltered for a moment, but then she recovered. "I'm just trying to help, okay? You need to open your mind." That was it. I'd had enough of her condescending attitude. I felt a surge of anger and, without thinking, I blurted out, "You know what? Forget it. I'll show you what I think of your precious vegan food." Rachel's eyes widened, a look of alarm crossing her face. But it was too late. I had already stormed over to the counter, my movements swift and deliberate. I grabbed the bowl of vegan lasagna and, with a swift motion, I tipped it over, the contents spilling all over the counter. Rachel gasped in shock, her eyes fixed on the mess. And then, in a moment that I would regret later, I... Well, that's where you come in. What happens next? Do I: A) Take a step back, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having made my point B) Start to clean up the mess, feeling a pang of guilt for my actions C) Do something else entirely (please specify)