text: Im 13 and this is an introduction to my Zodiac novel. Midnight. A serene nocturne that could be ruined by the quietest of noises, though I don't doubt I will ruin it. It's not hard to stay quiet when a car's engine is humming right next to you, but it's when it stops that I really get exhilarated. It's adrenaline for me, and it feels more interesting and all the more satisfying when I'm finished. I had seen them before, though I never got names from their principals or teachers, perhaps it was my demeanor, or maybe the knife slung from my hip. They annoyed me, they were the most infuriating kids, rich and braggarts with parents whom I despised even more, but the death of the children would bring more publicity. They were talking, loud I might add, it almost felt too easy, and it was. I wanted something fun, not easy, and the only way to make it hard was to make noise. I pulled the knife from my hip and pressed it against the car door and slid it down to the back and waited with my hand on my pistol. The engines humming came to an end and nervous talking preceded it. The door opened and shut with a click and I heard one set of feet marching through the muck, which wasn't good. I prefer to be clean and swift and if I shoot one of them, the other will notice. I slid to the other side of the car and crawled to the nearby ditch to hide when he came back around. He started to laugh nervously and walked back to the driver seat. I was angry now. I had missed a chance to kill him and I wasn't going to wait much longer, so I crawled to the front of the car and listened. I soon heard them kissing and realized it was my time. I stood up and saw them kissing and I thought to myself for a split second, though to me it felt like an hour. Why am I not like this? Why didn't I get this life, did I not deserve it, did they deserve it more? No. I was deprived of that life, and I didnt care whether it had been done by a God or society, all I knew is that they didn't deserve it, so I would take it from them. I shot him first, in the neck and saw I had hit a vein, lucky shot. She began screaming so I shot her, It had only lasted 7 seconds, but the screams resonated with me, they made me feel like I had a purpose. Like I was sent to kill those unworthy of their own lives, and I was only getting started. I took the phone from the dashboard and dialed 911 and said, “Hello, I just killed 2 people at Lake Herman, so send some help. Goodbye.” I walked away and looked back at my art. The blood splatters were almost perpendicular, the glass had broken and it was lying on the dashboard like salt. The couple was dead eyed and their mouths were wide, while he had some lipstick smeared on his lip. I glanced at the lake in front of me and saw symbols moving through the water fluidly like fish. I felt drunk on adrenaline and ran back to society where I was just another average lemming, but I was anything but average.