Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

14

She took.
My pen.

And I know it was her.
I saw her sitting in my desk when we rotated for groups.
So that when I got back - my pen was gone.
That idiot from lunch took my pen.

I know it's just a pen.
But it was my favorite pen.
Alright maybe not my favorite.
But it was MY pen.
Mine.
Property of ME.

Nobody takes my pen.

And then I noticed when she had to use the restroom.

When she walked up to the teacher I followed her with my eyes.
When she asked for a hall pass I squinted in suspicion.
And when she left the room I jumped out of my seat and started scrambling through her things.

The people in that patucular group began giving me that query look, but I ignored them.
I was on a mission.
For my pen.
My pen.

But after a minute or two I couldn't find it.
And then I wondered if she'd taken it with her.
Taken my pen with her to the restroom.

So I looked around, waited for groups to change again, and snuck out of the room amid the confusion.
This was even better than I could have imagined.
Now I could handle my affairs in private.

So I walked down the hall, and waited outside of the entrance, leaning against the opposite wall.
I didn't have to wait long because by this time she'd already been gone a solid five minutes.

I heard her washing her hands, and then a few seconds later she walked out.
She stopped when she noticed me, a look of confusion growing on her face.
The stupid idiot didn't even know why I was there.

I held out a hand and said nice and slow just to make sure she understood,

"You took. My pen,"

Even then she still looked unsure of what I meant. I tried again.

"My pen. You took it,"

I looked all around her and spotted it in her front pocket.
She followed my eyes.
Immediately I leaped for it.

Automatically she step back, alarmed.

"Wha-? You mean this?"

She took it out of her pocket.

"Yes! My pen. You took it!"

Her brow furrowed.

"Uh. Here. Take it,"

She reached out her hand, and I snatched it away.

"Keep your grubby paws, off my property,"

I glared at her.

"Er, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that it belonged to anyone, but you don't have to be so mean about it,"

"Mean?," I took a step forward. "I'll show you mean," I pounced, but she quickly moved aside and struck me to the ground.

"Oh, shoot! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. But seriously you were about hit me!"

I got back up, anger painting my face.
I grabbed for her hair, yanking her to the ground.
She gasped in surprise, but then quickly fought back, trying to push me away.

We tumbled on the ground for a minute till finally she yelped,

"Enough!"

I sneered.

"No way, you pen stealing idiot!"

"Hey, stop calling me an idiot...please,"

"Make me," and I grabbed for her again.

"Stop!" She yelled, calling the attention of a nearby classroom.
I paused.

"Just what in the world is going on here?" came the call of a well built English teacher.
I eyed him warrily.
Julia, taking advantage of my lapse of attention, slipped out of my grip and jumped to the side.

"She jumped me!" Julia was quick to assert herself, also eyeing the teacher, but I suppose, more worried about what detention slips he might write out.

I grimaced.

"Speak for yourself you wretched theif!" And I reached for her again.
She backed away, and I was suddenly yanked from behind. 

"I'm going to have to ask you to refrain," he said.

"But she stole MY personal property!"
He sighed, as if altercations like this happened to him all the time.
They didn't.

"Even if that's true, that doesn't excuse-,"

"It's not," Julia piped in. "It was just a pen, and I didn't even realize it was even hers!"

He looked at me.

"That isn't true! Your a thief, and a liar!"

He looked at her.
She was bewildered.
And then slowly she began to back away.
I jumped towards her "Hey! Get back here!" But was roughly held back.
She took off running and slipped away back into the classroom.

He watched her go and then shrugged as if deciding it wasn't worth his time.
"Come on, we're going to the office,"

"But, hey wait a second! What about her?"

Less than five minutes later I was right back where I was a couple weeks ago.

Three feet under the councilors enormous ego, crushed under her smug stare.

I'd really done it this time.