The rules. Those annoying, goddamn rules. Well, who says I have to follow them? This is on. I'm not going to be the perfect girl, oh no. I'm going to be the worst mass murderer there ever was. I'm too sad, too tired, too messed up to continue. I just get bullied and bullied. My stuff is thrown in the bin. My lunch money is stolen and I go home with bruises every day. The way I see it, I've got three choices if I want anything to change. One, just, go ahead and kill myself. Two,Run away. Three, kill everybody. By the title of this story, you know its three.

I can get a bomb. I just have to do some illegal work. It's funny, really. Nobody ever guesses how smart I am. Other than Cinch, obviously. But I don't want to think about that back-stabbing traitor ever again. I trusted her. But she betrayed that trust. I have books on how nuclear weapons are made. I can do it. I will do it. And then I'll run.

I spent two weeks trying to get that bomb ready. Two weeks! All while I had to pretend to be a normal kid. It was hard and I don't like that. Tomorrow I'm setting it off. It's their fault, really. Everything is their fault. The shouldn't have bullied me till I cried fit to rival Niagra Falls. They shouldn't have hit me till it bled through my dress. My family should've been on my side. And Spike... Oh, Spike. I can't to it to him. But I can't make him live with the pain either. God, maybe this is a really bad idea.

Today will be the best night ever. Spike will have the best night ever. I'll do only what he wants. Anything, whether its eating chocolate flavoured icecream to going to the movies. I'll do this well. Yes, I'll do this well. I am invincible... Because no-one bothers to get to know me properly.

Author's Note

Second chapter!!!!!! I'm the only person on fimfictio n who makes a mess of their notes. Heh. GB ugh I've much it fnjf