heart theft

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whenever you ask someone what their favorite hobby is, you expect them to say- drawing; singing; dancing; etc.
well if you asked me what my favorite hobby is I don't know what I would tell you.
Well, I do but I don't know how I would without you getting weirded out.
but since this is a safe place might as well just say it
my favorite hobby is to hurt people. Not physically, but mentally. men, women, child, anything that specifies as human.
I love to see people's heart automatically drop. That's when i'm satisfied.
there's not a certain way I break these humans hearts, not always romantically but mostly.
My favorite hearts to break are people that are so full of themselves. All that confidence then watching it crumble so fast yet for them it feels like a lifetime of torture.

6:30 am september 13th

*alarm*
"mmmh" I groan as I flop out of bed.
senior year was like every other year of highschool.. Perfect
school was the perfect place to pick out my victims because my highschool swarmed with insecure teens.
my easiest pray were freshmen girls.. It almost makes me feel bad that they genuinely think a senior would fall for them .
I scrubb my teeth well before gurgling some mouth wash and spitting it out.
my pearly whites pulled girls in.
I don't blame them for falling for me though, I had nice clothes, cool shoes, long wavy brunette hair, dark hazel eyes, a nice stucture, and I gave off that mysterious aura. I'm not cocky i'm just self aware.
I grabbed my bag and got in my car for school.
I lived alone my dad left my mom when I was young and my mom remarried into the mob which eventually got her dead. My step dad and younger sister are the only ones with me but my stepdad is always busy and my sister left school to join the mafia.
So naturally i've adapted to being alone and not letting people in. I wasn't upset with this I like to think I don't really have feelings sometimes.
It was a rainy day upstate new york nothing new..
I close my car door and walk into the school. heads turn as usual but i wasn't phased anymore.
It's first period. Mr. Wilson did attendance.
"Jessica?"
"here"
"Ray?"
"here"
"Eliza?"
"present"
my name was next.
"Angelo?"
ok go
"here."
ugh