Dear Stupid Journal,
Well, today was normal…I guess. Except for the fact Charlotte didn't come to school. That same annoying feeling came back today when I saw the empty desk. I don't know why, it—it just came back. I would've hissed at myself, but I don't want anyone to stare…if they dared to. Listen up, I might be evil, but I still have emotions. Not the good ones…like happiness and excitement…but bad ones…like hate and fear. Unfortunately, embarrassment is on my list of emotions I feel. I didn't even KNOW that I felt embarrassment…I mean, what was there about me to be embarrassed about? I learned I felt it the hard way, when Charlotte's stupid grandmother barged into my classroom. She had brought a sweater for me with her! AND IT WAS PINK! PINK I SAY! Even though no one laughed, I could feel their stares burning into the back of my head. And I didn't like it. I blame Charlotte's grandmother for Charlotte's stupidity. I'll destroy both of them.
It was a little…weird…not hearing a familiar immature voice calling her name, or an occasional "tee-hee" for a whole day. For one golden day, I didn't go home planning a 'special surprise' for a certain blue girl. It felt kind of…nice actually. I didn't have to make another failure. And, yes. I just called my fiends 'failures'. But yet, I make them. Why? Because it's what I have to do. I can't be evil if I can't make fiends. It would be uncalled for, if I just STOPPED making fiends. It would be just plain uncalled for if a girl named 'Vendetta' WASN'T evil. I mean, look it up! I just found out what it meant yesterday. And I'm proud of it. Charlotte probably wouldn't know what it meant, anyway. She thinks my name is French. Ugh…that bow wearing freak.
Speaking of her, I wonder where she was today? Was she ill? Did she get hurt? Did she DIE? One thing I don't want her to do is die. I'm sorry if I'm acting a bit crazy. It's just that I want to kill her BY MYSELF. It's what I've been trying to do for quite awhile. It would just be awkward and humiliating if I didn't kill Charlotte by myself. Some people might stop fearing me…or worse. The whole town might gang up against me. Yeah, maybe if I send an army of fiends out against the town, it might work. But, if my own fiends can't even kill a mindless girl, how well could they do against an entire town?
-Vendetta
