I was incredibly bored in Maths so I just wrote all of this on the back of one of my Mandarin sheets. Short, ja. I'll make the next chapter longer. Thanks to my reviewers, COOKIES FOR YOU. More reviews would be nice, however. ;3


Bored.

Jim was bored.

He had a brother, but he was in university, leaving the house all to himself, not including his mother and father.

Jim didn't like his parents.

Rules, rules, rules. No freedom. No fun. Just, "stay at home, Jim. Don't go out with your friends, Jim. Don't use the internet, Jim. Do your homework, Jim. Eat your dinner, Jim.

"Go to sleep, Jim."

Oh, how the boy dreamed of getting revenge. He always loved the concept of it. Getting back at the people who treated him like crap. He liked to think back at the days when he was bullied by people for his accent and his rather Irish like behaviour, and how he could have beat them up right on the spot.

He didn't. He just let them… tease him.

They left him alone now. He was just ignored. He wasn't sure if he liked that better or worse. It was sometimes when Jim Moriarty was approached to by the 'the gang' but they didn't do much. Just poke fun at him and walk away.

Jim wished he wasn't so weak.

Dinner was a quiet event in the Moriarty household. Jim's mum was the silent one – cooking, cleaning, watching TV without saying a word to either her husband or her son. The father was more of the chatty person, but his work had put him under so much pressure recently he was too tired to converse. Jim did not speak to his mum or dad – he thought they were idiots, too. Idiots for making him move to London from Ireland. Idiots for making him start all over again when he was perfectly happy with his life.

At the dinner table, it surprised Jim when his father spoke up.

"How's school, son?"

The teenager didn't say anything, taking a bite of his sausage.

Silence. Chewing.

"Fine."

"How are your friends?"

Jim stopped chewing for a moment before quickly recovering himself. "Great," he said half-heartedly.

"Got a girlfriend?"

Well that was a stupid question. Instead, Jim just answered, "No, Dad."

The old man chuckled as if he thought differently. Jim couldn't help but roll his eyes, and he pushed away the plate in front of him, feeling full. He nodded once at his mum to show that he enjoyed the meal, and stood up, walking straight to his bedroom where he spent most of his time.

Sitting down at his desk, he flipped open his notebook, reading what he had written so far.

- Georgina Lawson

Wants help with her mum's drinking/overdose problem. Knows things about the gang considering her friendship with Astha and Caitlin; therefore could be great use for revenge plan. Blackmail, if she doesn't give in, only other option would equal death.

Jim narrowed his eyes as he read the last sentence, but didn't feel bad for writing as something as horrible as that. He didn't even think it was that mean. It's just death. Death was fascinating. She wouldn't mind.

- Carl Powers

The leader of the gang. The worst of the lot (not to mention the stupidest). Has eczema. Dislikes cabbage. Is dating Caitlin Hope. Main target.

He liked the idea of killing Carl Powers. The boy was a complete and utter moron, and Jim wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know what six times eight was. Smiling to himself at the thought, Jim added in one more sentence –

Kill him with poison.

It was another thing that Jim was fascinated by. Poison. Germs. Bacteria. Disease. Virus. He didn't care if it was normal or not, but he'd always wanted to murder somebody with some sort of poison. It sounded… intriguing. Abnormal. Different.

Jim didn't care if he was considered a psychopath.

He shut his notebook, not feeling the motivation to plan anymore. He'd done so much dreaming, so much plotting, so much thinking – but he'd never done something, never made the move to make his dreams a reality, and he was getting tired of that. He wanted to take action in his life. He wanted to crush the thick classmates into microscopic pieces.

He loved the idea of that.