Preface
When you think of a criminal, you wouldn’t think of someone like me, which made me perfect for my job. And my job would never have been associated with a silly little schoolgirl like myself, with my silly, little books and my silly, little, plaid jumper, and my silly, little pencils to do my silly homework. But things don’t always look as they should, and I found myself doing the dirty work of a criminal, which is as good as being one myself. Reflecting back on it now, the crimes I committed were caused by the resentment towards other people that you get after being a schoolgirl for too long, and it is made up for through superiority that only comes from doing things the wrong way.
That kind of resentment should be handled gingerly, or it can lead up to a story of bad choices, and the deterioration of common sense, a story like my own. And after it’s all over, I felt a certain duty to tell my story, the whole story, starting from the beginning. And even if my wishes are redundant, I hope everyone knows to watch out for hatred, because if it is taken too far, it may lead to the worst mistake anyone can ever make. Although people say self-pity is the worst thing anyone can feel, I know from experience that hatred is just as bad, and to watch for it, so you don’t end up regretting anything.
That kind of resentment should be handled gingerly, or it can lead up to a story of bad choices, and the deterioration of common sense, a story like my own. And after it’s all over, I felt a certain duty to tell my story, the whole story, starting from the beginning. And even if my wishes are redundant, I hope everyone knows to watch out for hatred, because if it is taken too far, it may lead to the worst mistake anyone can ever make. Although people say self-pity is the worst thing anyone can feel, I know from experience that hatred is just as bad, and to watch for it, so you don’t end up regretting anything.
Chapter 1: One very bad decision can lead to another
It's always the same thing. Nobody who picks on me ever really meant to hurt me, at least, thats what they always say. Middle school is like an oubliette, a place where you would put someone to forget about them. And it must be working, because unless I'm being harrassed, nobody ever pays attention to me. My parents think it's a good thing, because if my academic life was put off for my social life, I might fall behind, and that was their reasoning. So after a hard day at school, they weren't much help. SInce I really had nothing better to do with my time, I got ahead in school, kept my grades up, and for the most part, I was a nerd. Even though being completely devoted and advanced in school makes you favorited and adored by teachers, but not so much by your piers. More than once kids would come up to me to pick on me, maybe for my attire, or maybe for my smarts.
One day in particular, I was becoming rather annoyed due to the fact that I was a target among everyone. It didn't take long for them to start pestering me about being a goody two shoes. Even though I was what they said, I denyed it, and told them that if they weren't so rude then maybe I would find something better to do with my time.
"Well prove it then. After this hour, sneak out of school and don't come back until the end of the day. " Peter, an espescially rambunctious boy from my class announced, sticking his ugly sunburned face in the air in attemt to appear superior.
I was becoming fed up with their assumptions about me, and half-heartedly agreed.
When the bell rang to go to fourth period, I gathered my belongings and stepped outside of the building, unsure of where to go. Definately not to my house, because my mother would catch me and ground me. And even though I really never did anything with my time anyway, I had never been grounded and didn't like the sound of it. So when I was at least five block to my house, I sat down and pondered over where I should spend my day. After careful consideration, I decided to do some shopping. There was a few strip malls only ten blocks from my school, and after I had changed my shoes and took my hair out of the tight bun I pulled it into everyday in attempt to look professional, I started walking towards the malls.
The first store I went into was a goodwill, and nothing was good enough to buy, so I stepped into the next store over and began looking at some plaid clothes to add to my collection. A few were my size, so I stepped into the dressing room and was displeased to find out that there was no mirror. I peeked outside the doorway and saw a mirror to the left of my dressing room. After changing into the selected clothing, I strutted outside of the dressing room to admire the clothing.
And that's when I saw her
My mother
One day in particular, I was becoming rather annoyed due to the fact that I was a target among everyone. It didn't take long for them to start pestering me about being a goody two shoes. Even though I was what they said, I denyed it, and told them that if they weren't so rude then maybe I would find something better to do with my time.
"Well prove it then. After this hour, sneak out of school and don't come back until the end of the day. " Peter, an espescially rambunctious boy from my class announced, sticking his ugly sunburned face in the air in attemt to appear superior.
I was becoming fed up with their assumptions about me, and half-heartedly agreed.
When the bell rang to go to fourth period, I gathered my belongings and stepped outside of the building, unsure of where to go. Definately not to my house, because my mother would catch me and ground me. And even though I really never did anything with my time anyway, I had never been grounded and didn't like the sound of it. So when I was at least five block to my house, I sat down and pondered over where I should spend my day. After careful consideration, I decided to do some shopping. There was a few strip malls only ten blocks from my school, and after I had changed my shoes and took my hair out of the tight bun I pulled it into everyday in attempt to look professional, I started walking towards the malls.
The first store I went into was a goodwill, and nothing was good enough to buy, so I stepped into the next store over and began looking at some plaid clothes to add to my collection. A few were my size, so I stepped into the dressing room and was displeased to find out that there was no mirror. I peeked outside the doorway and saw a mirror to the left of my dressing room. After changing into the selected clothing, I strutted outside of the dressing room to admire the clothing.
And that's when I saw her
My mother
