Chapter 4
I am not a murderer, just a killer. A murderer is someone who kills for fun, has nothing else to do. A killer is someone who has killed, but has other hobbies. I used to be a murderer, but as of today I am a killer.
I now have plans - plans to win a prize. The Nobel Prize. I already have photographs for my prize in Promotion of World Peace. I must win. I would be the youngest person ever.
That night I stay up, waiting for silence. Finally, when the clock chimes 11 times I can creep out, knife in hand. Unfortunately it's not midnight-that would have been much more dramatic.
Oh God! A monster! No, a squirrel. Concentrate, Minerva. They've caught me! No, Minerva, just because the window creaks doesn't mean they'll come running. There, no footsteps, I'm safe. I must stop being a stupid teenage girl, and be a - Ah! Footsteps! No, still safe. Keep going. Father's snoring, thank goodness. Push the knife in - oops, awake - dead now.
Like I said to Daddy, they will no longer be a problem.