Phycopath

Intention

" Another murder strikes us in Grovers. A 36 year old woman found butually tortured and stabbed in her apartment. "

I smiled through my cereal. Murder. My favorite topic to talk about.

" no sign of a robbery or rape are what police have told us. Signs of a serial killer are possib... "

The TV changes to a kids show.

" Hey, I was watching that! " I shouted at my mom.

" your brother wants to watch Transformers. You don't need to be watching that filth. " She said, rubbing my little brothers head.

I ate my cereal angry at my little brother. He's only 9 but he's so annoying. Especially when he goes into my room and plays with my stuff. That's what sets me off big time.

" Alright, Sydney. Hurry up and finish breakfast, your bus is almost here. "

Great, the bus. I thought to myself. I always hated that thing since fourth grade. I always hoped it crashed someday along with everyone instead and burst into flames, listening to the crying and screaming of them, smelling the burning flesh, watching it bubble and melt from their bones.

I waited about 5 minutes when the bus pulled in front of me. When the door opened, I heard the yelling of little kids and the jabbering of the older kids in the back. I took my normal seat by window, way in the back.

As we drove, I saw a car stopped beside us for the stop light. I took my fingers to shape it to a gun and aimed at her head.

" BAM. " I softly said, imagining the brains flying out of her head.

" Excuse me, you're in my seat. " The stupid blonde girl named Lillian said to me.

" I've been sitting here all year since middle school. " I stated.

" Not anymore. Get up. "

" No. " I said.

Everybody around us stopped talking and stared at us while others kept talking.

" What did you say? " Se said, rudely as if I was gonna take it back.

I gripped onto the bus seat and slowly stood up, staring at her dead in the eyes with blank on my face. I stood tall in front of her.

" I said no. "

After I said that, I watched the color of her tan summer skin turn white as the winter snow and her eyes fell off mine but I kept contact.

" FREAK! " She screamed at me, leaving quickly. I sat back down, feeling relieved. That felt good, scaring her like that. I wish I could have put my hands around her peppy little neck. Would it snap if I did that?

****

We finally left the loud, annoying bus. Everybody flooded into the high school with their friends or boyfriend/girlfriends. I nearly puked when I saw one of the couples kiss. When I got to my locker, I saw a piece of paper with the word " Psycho " in black marker and seeing Stacey Nelly laughing with her groupies. With her stupid pink short skirt, showing half her ass in it and her newly glitter painted nails she spent 100$ on at the salon with her posey. I wanna burn them all with every pink thing on the planet.

I ripped it off and stared at her right in the eye.

" What's so psycho is how much your ass can handle all 17 dicks of the football team. " I blurted out, loudly. Her smile disappeared and then I flicked her off while yanking my locker open.

" You do realize that there are only 15 football players, right? " I heard my best friend, Ethan.

" You forgot Coach James and Mascot Nelson John. " I stated.