Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

I don't know when I started to be bad. All I remember is that it felt good. It felt good to throw stones at dogs, to pour mud on teachers, to skip school, to break someone's heart, to lie, to steal. You name it I have done it. I am not like the people on TV who have a bad backstory, who have been broken too many times, who are obsessed with power. I have a full family, I choose not to see them because it pays to see there disappointed faces every Christmas. I have always broken up with people because I was bored, no heartbreak there. To me power has no value, it is as meaningless as cartoons.

My name is Gemma and now I am 21,  I have a good of job, a good home, yet each day I walk down the street, flip people off, throw one pence coins into homeless peoples cups, tell someone they are ugly, and I laugh. I don't know why I laugh, I don't know why I do it. It is just fun.
 Then I met him, the burning desire to be mean faded. It turned into something else, not love, how sappy do you think I am? No, it gave me purpose, I saw a man throwing glasses on to the street and laughing and it was like a mirror. Looking into a mirror that I wanted to smash, to break. That is how it started. That is when I knew I wasn't  just mean. I was evil.