I threw the expensive vase against the wall as hard as I can. I t won't matter what happens to the vase or the wall because Decker will just come in and use his cool magic and magic the mess away.
I scream. Half in pain from the scattered vase shards half in fury at Decker's amazing abilities.
A single tear leaks down the side of my face. No, I scold myself. No crying. I swore to myself when I was six and was the national cry baby of first grade that I would never cry again. I've kept to this promise as good as I can and honestly I think I'm doing good.
"Akira? Sweetheart are you alright?" the sickeningly sweet voice of my stupid babysitter snaps me out of my haze.
"What do you think?" I screech back her.
"I'm coming up,"
I groan, this lady is my worst nightmare. She wears pink and love cats. Oh, yeah did I mention her face is like a toad's.
My white door swings and I turn around and glare and her tiny toad eyes.
"What do you want?" I almost growl.
"Oh, sweetheart I'm here to wash your nasty little mouth out with soap,"
I'm not sure why, but her sickeningly sweet tone that implied that I should already know this, angered me. Like a lot.
With a high pitched screech I launched myself at her.
She gave a surprised yelp as she crashed to the floor with me on top of her.
"You should be happy," I whispered to her "because if I had my Swiss Knife, you would be in so much pain," I gave her a crazy and menacing grin "It would be fun," I told her. I traced my finger of her cheek and then around her eye, "I'd first gouge out your eyes, then I'd slice off your disturbing pink lips," I paused as if in deep thought
"Then," I continued, "I'd wait. I'd wait until you were so sick of the pain you'd be begging for me to slit your throat. Then, and only then, I would mercifully slit your throat."
The pink clad babysitter let out a strangled yelp.
I grinned even more.
Oh how fun it was to terrorize people. Espcially pink clad babysitters.
