Sunday, October 18, 2009,
Chapter 7: Stupid. This guy makes me think I'm a genius.
I furrow my brows. I suppose Mr Evans will not be able to guess my emotions through my mask. It certainly is an amazement.“I think I got the wrong house,” I say, ready to walk out.“Is Mr Evans there? Got a package for him!” the mailman stumbles towards me with a huge box. I twitch.This can’t be true right?I’m a bloody deranged murderer, but this guy…he wins first place. I turn around, slowly.He’ll be fun, I think.I’ll just play around with him next time. “Roses have thorns,” I say. I proceed to take my leave.“It’s a clue for you.”
8:59 PM