The Perfect Boy

I grew up in a small town, where there was nothing but dirt for miles. It's the typical small town that everyone knows everyone's business. Which meant bad news for kids like me.

But that was until the trucks came, bringing noise and distractions with them. They made our small town into a city. It made it harder for everyone to meddle in one's business. Which meant good news.

I'm not going to lie and say I was a good kid. I was never good and I will never be. I will always be a trouble maker till the day I die. My looks deceive on many levels making me seem sweet when deep down I know I'm like karma's little sister. A sneaky little bitch.

My Mamma always told me it was a sin to keep secrets in a small town. Oh, only if she knew about the skeletons in my closet, it would probably kill the poor woman. Now that our little town is no longer little, is it still a sin Mamma? Hell even if it is everyone knows I won't stop, I'm a cold blood killer, or will be.... Which means that kids like me should be feared.
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My breath catches in my throat, I spot him the perfect guy. His shaggy black hair hangs just above his eyes. Even though I am across I can see he has vibrant green eyes, unlike my pale blue ones. He seems tall at least 6'1 or 6'2, whereas I just stand at 5'7. My eyes wander his body, even though he's wearing a black hoodie and baggy blue washed jeans, I can tell he that his body is fit.

I stare at him in awe, feeling as time has stopped. This moment, this exact moment right now I know that this boy will change my life. My head is finally clear, only one thought crosses my mind.

He's perfect, he will be the one.

The first boy I will kill.