“Some Fun!” Bobby Lee said. “Shut up, Bobby Lee,” I said. “It’s no real pleasure in life.”

Bobby Lee started to say something but I cut him off, “Get in the car, both of you, we’re leaving.” “Ok, right after we throw the lady out.”

“No,” I said. “But…” Bobby Lee started. “No I said! We have got to go NOW!” I
yelled.

The boys moved nervously to the car and got in. I stalked to the driver’s side and started the car leaving the corpse of the grandmother in the ditch. One of her children, I thought, I’m nothing like her. I didn’t want to admit it but her words got to me. We drove the whole way to Florida in silence. The only time we talked was when we switched cars halfway to Florida. We finally reached a small house in Florida we use as a hideout in the woods. We got out in silence. “So Boss, What’s next?” Hiram asked. Bobby Lee quickly jumped up excited, “Yeah, Boss who’s next on the hit list?” I didn’t say anything as I pulled out the gun and shots rang out across the clear, evening sky. I stepped over Bobby Lee and Hiram’s bodies as they slept in an endless dream using their blood as blankets from the wind. I walked in the house and went to the bedroom.

There I slept till the morning. I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I caught a glimpse of something outside the window so I grabbed my gun and ran to the front door and threw it open. Standing there was a young boy with a bag across his shoulder and a newspaper in his hand. He looked up slowly trembling at the sight of the dead men on the ground. I didn’t give him time to blink before I shot him in the head, took the newspaper then closed the door. I wiped off the blood on the paper and looked at the head line. “Elderly woman shot to death on side of the road.” I threw the paper down then started pacing through the house. Everything the woman said came back like a flood. “Getting me to pray…,” I muttered pacing through the kitchen. “Why should I pray?! I’m just like Jesus! Why should I pray to myself?” I screamed, thrashing around and knocking stuff over. Before I knew what I was doing I was trashing the house, tearing everything that was in my path. I grabbed my gun and shot the windows, the doors, anything in sight. That’s when I saw myself in the mirror. Face red, tears streaming, gun in hand. I smiled then shot the mirror. Glass was everywhere. I took a step back. I bent down and gathered all the big pieces of glass and stuck them in the walls. It was a nice decorative theme for a
murderer, I thought. I finally walked outside. I got in my car and drove to a mask shop. I got out then walked to the store’s entrance and peered in. I saw the alarmed look on the cashier’s face as my face registered in his mind. I casually walked in, “How do you do?” I asked tipping an invisible hat. The cashier said nothing but trembled as I walked over to the racks of masks and tried them on. “How do I look?” I asked the cashier but he didn’t say anything.

“Cat got your tongue?” Again silence. I decided on a mask then looked at the cashier, nodded then left. I saw him run to the phone and dial a number. Police,

I thought,, that’s not a good sign. I passed a newsstand and saw the headline once again. Stupid woman, got what she deserved. I got in my car then drove to a festival that was being held in the town square that day. I put on a mask that I had brought with me and got out. Gun in pocket. I milled around till it was three. That’s when they would announce the new festival queen. I waited and waited. They finally called her name. Such a pretty name. Such a pretty white dress that was soon stained with red. I took the stage. Took off my mask.

Watched the audience gasp. “ I am the Misfit,” I shouted. “Thanks for coming to my show.” That’s when I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.