Her evil cackle resounded in the alley. Seventh one now, she thought. Initially the guilt ate her up. But it was her guilty pleasure, her form of entertainment. Others saw her as a harmless person, oblivious of her hobby. She went for her next targets. Remembering the times they shouted at her. Little did she know, they meant good. As she set fire to the house, their screams of agony could be heard. Although her desire of revenge was diminished, and felt calm momentarily. Her parents' souls would be anything but calm.
- FarFromLove

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Weird is my middle name(my first name is also pretty weird, so yeah). Sucker for hot guys(especially brunettes with abs). 

Favourite colour, yellow. 

Favourite Book, every book I've read so far(TeamGaleForever). 

Favourite number, 2. 

I love reading, eating, listening to music and all of that teenage stuff. 

I wouldn't survive without coffee, Call Of Duty, and all of my TV shows. I love writing quotes, cause let's face it, who doesn't?