To this day, I still think back on the things people said about the incident and laugh.
The following are things I actually heard people say:
"There are some mad people in this school"-- Yes, there are. But I'm not one of them.
"Are they trying to kill us?"--No, I just want a reaction. And you've given me a nice one...But I mean, if you do happen to die somehow, yay. More reactions for me.
"Why would anyone do that? They're our bathrooms, we're trusted to keep them clean and safe. And someone just does that!"-- This was actually said by a person who was always quite nice to me, and still is. But I don't care, she can go burn in Hell with the rest of those monsters!...I mean, she surely wouldn't have any kindness to spare for me if she knew, now would she?
There were also students who said they were scared to go to the bathroom, and while I couldn't tell whether they were being serious or not, it was still fun to listen to. Haha, no regrets, none at all!
I might be transferring schools, but I'll make sure to pay them a visit next January 10th, for the one year anniversary of my liberation. And you can bet I'll be burning more than a toilet seat this time around!
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I've only just noticed, but my pyromaniacal tendencies tend to be taken note of on Tuesdays...It isn't a pattern I was aiming for, if you were wondering, but it is a weird coincidence...Guess Tuesdays are just nice days to start fires.
You must be wondering why I'd do anything like that, even after I'd been told to stop(by my father, and in a vague sense, by my principal and vice principal, who were still trying to pretend that they didn't know I was the culprit at the time). I guess, when you break it down, this is why: I like the attention I get from this. It's not just any attention, it's a particular type I crave: anonymous attention. I like hearing people talk about me when they don't know it's me who they're talking about.
And it gets stranger. I feel like I have to be spoken of in a negative light(as in,'that crazy person who lights matches in the bathrooms'), or else I wouldn't get that 'rush' I'm looking for. It's the subtle fear of getting caught accompanied by the pleasure of committing the act itself that makes your heart feel so light, it's the most amazing feeling there is!
Is this why people commit crimes? While this is probably not the case for every criminal, for the ones which it is, I can see the allure in this and I understand completely...
Do I sound crazy to you?
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Mom: *finds box of matches in my bag* What, are you smoking already or something?
Me: No, do I smell like nicotine to you?
Mom: *puts matchbox back in bag and walks away*
Me: *sighs*
I'm lucky she overlooked that...Mom, come on, I'm a pyromaniac and an arsonist, yeah, but I'm a good girl, I'd never smoke!
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Unacceptable
HorrorI just wanna get back at them, is all. Does that make me a bad person? Oh yes, of course it does. It makes me absolutely U-N-A-C-C-E-P-T-A-B-L-E!
