I walked out of the building. My red hair flowed behind me as a walked out in my bright yellow flats. My pretty short white dress blue in the wind. The dress came down to my knees, it was soft and comfortable. Perfect for what I was about to pull off. I saw a boy looking at me. He winked. I put my fist up and raised my finger. His mouth dropped, I smiled. I kept walking. I walked into Italiono's, a rich Italian restaurant in the center of town. I walked up to the waiter standing at the door. I smiled at him.
"Can I see your manager?" I asked.
"Why?" he responded with a questioning look on his face.
"You see, I heard news that there was an attacker in this neighborhood. I would like to protect you." I said calmly.
He leaned over the table top close to my face.
"Ms, I don't know what your playing at but I sure you this neighborhood is safe,"
"Of course," I whispered.
Then I walked out.
Three weeks later I heard a fire engine roar outside of Italiono's. I smiled. Of course, I didn't set the fire. I sent people to set the fire. You see, I'm not a normal teenage girl, I'm...special. Well, I had a special childhood.