Her Own World.

My name is Kit.

My name is Kit. I live in a small town in barsaille with my mother, father and two older sisters; Denise and leanne. Denise is sixteen and is very social. She has long golden locks and a very slim body, Boys are all over her. Leanne is fifteen and unlike Denise, she has her head in the books. She doesn't care much about appearance, she just wants to get into a good college when she leaves high school.

I'm Kit. I have wavy, strawberry blonde hair that comes down to my shoulders and I'm very well liked by most people at school. Everyone at school thinks I live the ideal life with the ideal people.

Bullshit.

When I was seven years old, I was diagnosed as a sociopath. It made my parents look down on me, as if I were on the bottom of the hierarchy. But little do they know just how intellectual I am.

I'm very good at manipulating people. I'm a very charming girl, with the personality of a dreamer, so they think. It's very easy to put on a fake smile and make it look believable, people are so stupid these days.

Sometimes I wonder, I wonder what it would be like if I had they ability to feel an emotion. Would my life be more miserable than it already is? All questions I just can't answer. I do feel one thing though. The only thing I feel, is pity. Pity on everyone around me. Oh how naive everyone is.

It benefits me though. Everybody's lack of observation of the world and people around them, makes it just that easier for me to get closer to them.

Why would I want to get close to them you ask?

I have urges. And I know somebody perfect that could help me to fur fill these urges...