I am writing about my crimes so I have the joy to read them over and over again. Let's start with my first offense. It began with the killing of my pets. I loved the way they were poor and defenseless. My mother would get so mad with my actions. She refused to get me another pet after I killed my puppy. Usually I would just not feed them, and let them slowly starve to death. This puppy was different; it was loving and cute. I hated that! I couldn't stand the puppy anymore. So I lead the puppy into my room. It was dark and calm, it was raining outside. That's my favorite kind of weather. I looked at the puppy it snuggled close to me. It was time to end this game it played, I grabbed the puppy roughly. I tied the puppy's legs together. The puppy started to whimper, it knew what was coming.I had candles on my dresser. The candles were lit, I got the candles and set them around the puppy. I went to get my dagger. I kept it in my dresser. I sat next to the puppy and started to cut its stomach. I almost had it cut all the way open. Then I heard a crash. It sounded like glass breaking into a million pieces at once. I whipped around to see my mother. She ran up to me with terror, I dropped the dagger. The puppy was dead by now, it had lost half of its blood. The heart had stopped and my trouble was over. My mother, she took all the fun out of it. Before she cleaned up the glass and the dead puppy, she smacked me across the face. My mother had never hit me she was always the kind one. She was the nice one unlike my father. A tear rolled down my cheek. She will pay for her deed, she will pay!
