"Glenda, this has to stop now." The man sighed, brushing his buzzed cut hair with his fingers.
"I barely did anything." Glenda replied calmly, putting her feet up on the mans desk as she continued to give a smug look.
"You locked your roomate out of the dormroom for three days, you-" The man was quickly cut off by Glenda who began to explain herself.
"First of all, she was always talking to me, second, she kept touching all my stuff and third she complained about my art." The red-headed girl yelled, taking her combat bots of the desk and crossed her arms.
"YOU DREW PICTURES OF HER GETTING KILLED, AND I'M ASSUMING IT WAS YOU KILLING HER!" The man yelled.
Glenda who seemed angrier began to laugh in agreement that it was her that was pictured killing her roommate. The man sighed and gave Glenda a stern look. She persed her lips and muffled her chuckles.
"And then there was the other problem, you drew those pictures on Trina's side of the room." The colonel grumbled, watching as Glenda nodded her head. "And then, you 'viciously attacked Amy with a pocket knife'," He read from a file. "She's your dorm superviser, right?"
"Was." Glenda corrected.
"Yes, as you know, Amy is in the hospital in stable condition." He said with a smile.
"Good for her, and for that newby superviser, remind her not to scrub my art off the walls, like Amy made the mistake of doing." Glenda warned, blowing a bubble, then popped it without a hit of emotion.
"Glenda, I'm going to have to call your mother."
Glenda had just turned sixteen and had just started living in the Kent military school, for only two weeks, and she managed to do this in just a matter of time, plus she added black ink in the washer machine, which is just...about..to-
"MY CLOTHES!" Screamed a girl from around the corner.
Glenda smiled evily as she watched the colonel glare at her then quickly jog to the hallway, where he saw several girls holding up their now darkened clothes. He sighed as he quickly came to the realization of who did it.
He stepped back into his office to see Glenda sitting in his chair. He rubbed his temples in frustration. The murderous girl giggled before randomly saying, "My daddy says that you used to play capture the flag...Until there was an accedent."
The colonel gulped, he hadn't talked about that in years... "Your father attended Kent?" He stuttered.
"Something like that." Glenda replied, sliding a knife out of her pocket. "They said it was just a gun messup, but my daddy told me he was the one who changed all the bullets, he said he killed a lot of kids and that it was like watching fireworks." She continued, getting louder and more angry, she began carving something into the wooden desk.
"Glenda!" The man yelled, hitting the desk with his fist.
Glenda threw down her fist as well, but she was holding a knife and it went right through the colonels fist, she stareed into his eyes the whole time. grinding her teeth as she twisted the blade before pulling it out.
"Don't you just love when you add colour?" Glenda cackled staring down at her name that she carved into the desk, with the blood filling the gapes.
The man gasped, shaking with fear as he brought his hand up to his face and trembled. He held a tight grip on his hand, holding it close to his chest as it gushed blood all over his uniform and arm.
The two had a staredown before Glenda burst into demonic laughter, just as her other half walked in.
"Um, colonel, I need to call home, I lost my toothbrush and-Glenda!?" The ginger boy began to ask until he looked up from his shoes and saw his evil sister laughing.
'There is so much blood.' Glen kept thinking, begining to hear his heart thmp in his ears. 'Too much blooood.' He turned ghost-white before collapsing onto the floor, but not before his eyes twitched.
"Oh, hey, Glenny! Wasup, bro?" Glenda mocked in a high pinched cackle, then turned to see the horror on t colonel's face. "Oh, don't worry. He'll be fine, but I can't say the same about..." She leaned in close to his face before finishing off the sentence. "You."
The colonel darted to the phone on his desk, but Glenda was to quick as she jabbed the knife into his shoulder, watching him stumble onto the floor. She cocked her head as though she was so interested and fascinated by the sight of death slowly slithering through the man's body. She then tilted her head to the other side, she sighed as she straightened her neck and making a face of boredom. She reached down, grabbing the knife and slid t out of his flesh with no effort and with the same amount of ease she flicked her wrist, making the knife fly into his chest.
"Why'd you do it this time?" Glen asked, pulling himself off the ground and rubbing the back of his head. "Was it about your 'art' or what?"
"Honestly, I just really didn't like him." The frizzy haired girl smirked.
"Really?" Glen asked getting frustrated.
"No," she giggled. Glen let out a sigh of relief. "I saw him steal cookies from the cafeteria."
"Oh, for gods sake!" Glen regretted letting out his sigh.
"It's no biggy! I'll clean it up later!" Glenda comforted as she wrapped a bloody hand around her brothers shoulder and walked out.
"No biggy?! You just murdered someone! Can't you just be not-so-you for one month?" Glen began to shout.
"Look, you little butt-head, if you can stop being such a not-so-BRAT for one month i wouldn't have to let my anger out on people!" She yelled/whispered, ccovering his mouth with her hand.
"Oh, so now it's my fault!?" Glen screamed back, ripping her hand off of himself.
"Of course it is! It's always YOUR fault!" Glenda growled.
"That's it! I'm done, Glenda! Do what you want, just clean your messes up and don't leave them to me anymore!" Glen shouted furiously, causing Glenda to feel guilty and hatred at the same time.
"Fine! But when you start need stuff from me, you can just do it yourself!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"But, before we start doing that, I need help cleaning up..." Glenda smiled awkwardly.
"No." Glen replied, walking away.
"Unbelievable." She whispered, spinning on her heel to walk back to the office only to see a girl screaming in horror at the body. "Great, that's just great!" The red headed girl grumbled sarcastically, pulling out the knife again.