BBC Sherlock imagines

Dear Diary

A series of diary entries from a young Jim Moriarty:

8 years old:
Dear diary,
Why do they hate me so much? I'm not bad, or mean, and I don't think I smell. Yet no one wants to play with me in the playground. They all just shut me out and laugh at me and call me swat. I just want to be friends. :(((((((((
Anyway, bye.
-Jim
11 years old:
It's been a week now since I started high school. I thought it would be different, that it'd be a new start, a new chance for people to like me. But no. Of course not, people are stupid and they can't see past their own noses long enough to realise what really matters. They're going to regret it one day, when I'm rich and famous and they all still live with their parents.
-Jim
13 years old:
WHY DO THEY STILL HATE ME. I've done nothing to them and they still won't be nice, they still laugh. I've got a new regular bully now. His name is Carl and he laughs and laughs at me all the time. Well I'll make him pay. I'll make them all pay. Not even the teachers care, they see it all happen but none of them like me just because I'm smarter than them and make sure they know it. They're just jealous I guess that in a few years I'll be more successful than they've been all their lives. Anyway, I've got to go now, the acid will have almost completely destroyed the frogs legs by now.
-JM (yes, I'm doing that now, it's cool)
15 years old:
I told you I'd make Carl pay. We had some stupid swimming gala today and I managed to get my hands on some botchulinum poison and he was the easiest target, considering his bad eczema and his constant application of his cream. It was simple enough to slip it into his cream and it worked very well, if I do say so myself. He had a fit in the water,such good timing, and there's no way it'll come up on any post mortem unless they're looking for it- which they won't be. I've only got a year left of this dreaded school and then I can finally get on and do some proper work. Then I'll get noticed and soon enough I'll be rich and famous and I'll have people bowing down at my feet and no one-NO ONE- will laugh at me ever again because I'll just kill them- or have them killed by one of my many workers.

A/N
Thought I'd try something a little different. Let me know if you liked it and would maybe like me to do diary entries for other characters? Xx