I woke at 8:15 precisely, as I do every mornin'. Today is my 15th birthday, friends are going to come over, along with other people my mother invited even though I don't know anything but their name. Mother is always tryin' to get me to make new friends. But, I got dressed for the occasion, a rainbow shirt that looked dyed along with some cute white shorts and bright rainbow socks , which in fact I am quite ecstatic bout'. There is goin' to be a surprise. I exit my room and head for the kitchen. My father, mother, and brother are all in there with a big cake, with my name on it. They yell "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and I widen my smile for them. Dad places the cake on the counter, and my mother runs over to hug me. My mom tells me to sit at the table and she will bring me my waffles.
She places the food before me. I smile upon my new syrup glazed waffles. "Thank you mother!" I quickly finish my food and take my plate to the sink and wash it. My father says good bye as he leaves for work. My brother heads to his friends, my mother had told him to do so, so he is out of my hair. Its MY special day. I wait impatiently for the surprise that is to happen later in the day.
I head to the computer and search for a nightcore party mix. I find the perfect one . I dance around to the music as my mother smiles while makes food in the kitchen. My hair whips around through the air. My head getting light from the motion.
Soon my friends along with the people who I only know their names start to arrive. Within' thirty minutes everyone is there. They all say happy birthday, placing their presents for me on the kitchen table. Mother brings out the cake and sets it on the counter for us to admire, bright pink rimmed black cake, red velvet on the inside. . Soon though we forget bout' the cake and are all dancing and running into each other as we swing ourselves in circles becoming dizzy. As we settle down, mother gives us some cake. Its flavor explodes in my mouth. Red velvet is my favorite for a reason.
As we finish our cake we end up dancing again. Swingin' around each other, and fallin' down. Mother next brings out the presents and we once again settle onto the floor and on chairs. I open all the presents presenting a pleased smile as I open each one. By the time that is finished it has already turned nine p.m. My friends all stay the night. My father also arrives home. Everyone is sitting in our living room catting with each other. I excuse myself as it is time for the surprise. I exit and leave them all with their happy attitudes. I go into my room and put on some black skin tight gloves. Changing my clothes into something more of the mood, Black skin tight jeans along with a black tank tops under beautiful corset, combat boots to match. I then head to the kitchen and the basement for the tools needed in my mission. I grab the butchers knife from the kitchen, and the hatchets from the basement. I head back up and prepare to open the door. I had already locked the doors and any other exit before the chatting in the living room started, and i knew all the neighbor's were all gone to either bed or out of town since this is the time of year they all always have family reunions out of town.
I look around to check my surroundings, the cops even if someone reported noise would not be here for thirty minutes, no matter how fast they went. I opened the door to see my mothers and fathers smile fade away, "D-darling?? What are you doing??" I smiled a crazed smile and brought the hatched above my head, and dropped it, landing right on top of my best friends head. Figures since she is my best friend, I will let her die first. My friends scream and my father rushes at me to try and stop my killing of three other friends, but I am to quick and skilled, slashing their heads off watching them fly away. My father tries to once again grab me, but I get annoyed and cut his throat with the butchers knife. My mother along with the rest of my seven friends rush to the locked door. Shear fear spreads throughout her eyes. She tries to scream but i easily throw the butchers knife and hit her throat, bulls-eye. My friends all run in the same direction to try and escape. I smoothly walk after them. I keep slow and swiftly walk to gently to be able to hear. I listen and know from their stiffened breathes exactly where they have hidden. I pretend to not know. " Oh darn, where have they gone??" i say in a vary little girls voice. Their breaths hitch in their lungs. To that I quickly swing open the hall way door, and throw my hatchet around hitting all of them every time. As I start to feel bored as their screams die down and blood rushing down their bodies. i turn to head into the kitchen. I grab another slice of cake and start to eat. "Damn, I love red velvet," I say to no one. I finish and unlock all the doors plus windows. Taking off the gloves. Then the wax of my hands. I place the wax in the oven and turn it onto 450. I leave everything else where it is and walk out of the house into the woods. As I approach about a mile away, I hear sirens on the road near by, heading in the direction of my house. A smile spreads across my face.
