Lori Born Evil

Twenty-eight: A complex plan

Age twelve:

The paper Mary handed me was informing everyone with children that there is a sexual offender in the neighborhood. She even gave out his address and everything; I had no idea that was even legal.

I have no clue how my mind made sense of the plan; but it did.

It didn’t say anything about the crime he committed; accept that he molested two children under the age of thirteen. I’m frustrated that it didn’t mention whether the children were boys or girls, but I have to try.

The plan unfolded itself in my mind with such ease and in so little time, I really must be a mastermind of some sort.

Or maybe I have someone in my brain coming up with these genius ideas and spouting them out within minutes. Or maybe this is what I was born to do; plan murder; plan my crimes.

I got lost in thought about the reasoning behind my mind and then snapped back into somewhat of a reality.

The plan needed some polishing, but its complexity amazed even me.

I needed mother gone. I needed to make it look like an accident.

Suddenly my body shuddered with excitement of a new project. Life had been so boring for the past few months. Finally, there is something to do!

Going through my clothes I try to find a dress or skirt, but have no luck. Nothing but torn jeans and corduroys filled my small dresser and my only dress is a silly white gown that Mother bought for me back when we went to church.

I have never been in such a productive mood, so I set out to the kitchen to find scissors and Mother’s old sewing kit.

Slowly but surely, I made a short little dress out of jean fabric, it wasn’t perfect, or even close to good, but it was perfect for the occasion.

Next, I pulled on flowery, girly top and tied my stringy hair into pigtails.

Looking in the mirror, I smiled with satisfaction; Mother will be home soon, so I took it all off and put it under my bed for tomorrow.

Tomorrow I shall start.