Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

20

I took Anastasia's hand and dragged her away. Both our parents called after us, but the girl took the hint suddenly she was dragging me as we ran.

I bought us some food and we took it to a little fountain with some ducks. She was really weird about it - wouldn't speak almost the whole time. I tried making friendly conversation and she just sort of shrugged. I moved onto friendly threats and she smiled. My nose scrunched up at that. I started explaining all the ways I'd kill her and she grinned.

"Yeesh," I said. "You've got a real problem, you know that?"

She dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

"You're being way too vague. First of all where would you get a knife that could cut deep enough, but wouldn't be quite as wide so as to make me bleed out? You'd need something long and thin, and kitchen knives just wouldn't to the trick. I'm thinking knitting needle, but that could be too bulky. I dunno, but you need to be more specific. Otherwise your just spouting off baseless threats. It's laughable really. Anyone could do that."

"You want speecifics? Fine - I could ... toss you into a garbage truck and - ,"

"Wouldn't the drivers notice?"

"I'd do it in the cover of dark!"

"But garbage trucks don't come at night."

"You know what? Shut up."

She shrugged and started eating her food. I silently fumed for a few minutes, and then tossed bits of my food into the pound.

"You're not supposed to feed the ducks." She said.

I scowled.

"You're not supposed to be a stupid know-it-all."

"Touchè."

I finished throwing my bread, then sat back down at the edge. People passed around us and we stared at them in silence. Soon my food was gone and I tossed it aside.

"That's litering." She finished her food and closed her trash together in a neat pile.

"Do I look like care?" I crossed my arms and threw her a dark look.

She stood up and went after my trash. Coming back over, her eyes wandered to a spot across from us. She glanced back at me and smiled with a raised brow.

"If you want to be difficult you should put some effort into it." She pointed across the way. "We could hang it in that no-litering sign."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw what she meant. I bit back a smile and grabbed my trash from her. She crossed her legs on the ground and watched as I spent the next minute securing the ironic signiture of our presence.

"Okay. I have to admit. This - is better." I stood back and admired my work.

We laughed.