You won't get what you came for (OPEN)

I really hate the boredom that comes with lack of parental supervision. The way I can do whatever I want, however I want, whenever I want comes in handy on the days I just don’t give a sh*t…but once those days drag on like this and I run out of things to do or trouble to make I just feel bored. Today was one of the days where I had nothing better to do than sit and slip one cigarette after another into my mouth and light them slowly with a match as I walked through the streets. Trouble. Nothing but trouble. The looks on people’s faces weren’t hard to read, everyone knew that I was never up to any good. Sucking in a deep nicotine breath and exhaling slowly my brow quirked at a passerby, a silent invitation to do some nonchalantly horrible dead. Of course the blushing of his face and the quickening of his step was more than enough to know I’d made him uncomfortable, but wasn’t that what I did best?

Spinning a circle with my arms spread wide I can’t help but giggle. “I only bite if asked.” The words obscured with the laughter. People are so predictable, so inane, yet they’re the only bit of fun I have for the day. Sure there was always going back to the training facility, punching the bags over and over as my body worked its self into a feverish haze of overachieving melee ability…but I do that every day. Ducking down an alleyway I lean against the brick of the building my fingers plucking the smoke from between my lips and ashing it on the ground. There were pleanty of people but none seemed to pay attention to me, just like everyone else.

“Hey you.” I call out nodding my head up, “You think you might have a light?” Sure I have the pack of matches in my back pocket, but what fun is causing trouble if no one joins. Pulling out another cigarette I look up with a smirk.