DESIREE'S P.O.V.

I clenched my teeth when I heard Olivia's mother. Her anger was rubbing off on me, however, it did not make me angry. Anger is a wasted emotion. Who has time to be angry or sad when this world is waiting for you? My mom joked that I was immune to hardships because of my heart. It is so huge that my brain barely has room. I am unsure if that is true, but it would explain why I am an idiot. Wait, what?

My pals and I turned around - and I was greeted with a slap in the face. I did not let out a cry. I just rubbed my cheek and gazed at Olivia's mom with sympathy. I took her beating like a man. But since that I am not a man, I took it like the girl that I am. I held Possum's hand and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I was prepared for whatever she threw at me.

Why would she not accept that Olivia was a murderer? It took me a while to accept that she saw no problem in killing innocent students. She would have done it too if I did not intervene. My best friends Gianna and Jay, as well as over fifty students, would have been buried like Grandma. Except that Grandma died from an illness. I did not kill Olivia. I saved lives. Gianna told me that. If her mom wants to be mad at someone, it should be the police. I am not giving the police a bad name. I cherish them! When I open my restaurant - if I do - the officers will eat for free. It is the least that I can do.

Olivia's blood is not on my hands. It is on theirs. Had I not been discriminated - whatever this means - the law would not have been in my hands. I could not force her to jail. She might have ended me. Even if I did succeed, the same officers would free her. 'Cause I am too odd. I was a psycho to them - when the actual psycho was not far!

It is not that the world cannot handle me. I am just too good for it. I would rather be me than have fake pals. It pays to be the good kind of different. Possum chose me from both beautiful and intelligent ladies. He loves me. Truly loves me. He never gets sick of my weirdness. He adores listening to my little heart. I am relieved that he never liked Olivia. He was miserable with her. I did not think that Olivia was evil. I always see the best in folks. Call me crazy...but I miss Olivia.

Olivia was a bully and treated me like less of a person - and was a serial killer. But I saw good in her. A bit was hidden in her dark heart. She needed God. She needed someone to help her unleash the good. I thought that I could...but it was not meant to be. If I was not odd...if I was not as blind as a bat...maybe I would have assisted her.

Am I to blame for her dark path? What are you saying? She was not your responsibility. Her parents needed to teach her between good and evil. They failed. And they are blaming you for her death. They are not taking any responsibility. They do not desire to. They are blind, so they cannot see the bigger picture. Me murdering their daughter is complex. I did not want to take her life, but what else could I do?

Possum growled and put an arm around my shoulders. "Monsters."

"I am a monster?" I said softly.

He massaged the top of my hand with his thumb. "You are too beautiful and too kind to be a monster."

That made me smile and blush. "You sure know how to make a girl feel welcome."

He shook his head. "Only you. 'Cause you are my girl. I love you to the moon and back."

"I love you to the sun and back."

He rubbed his nose against mine. "This is why we were meant to be. How can any guy get sick of you?"

"If I accidentally give them a virus."

Possum kissed my hand and blew on it. "I will be by ya even when you are ill."

"What if I was quarantined?"

"I would find a way for us to be together - and cuddle."

I love snuggling with Possum - and actual possums. He has a pet possum who recently gave birth - and told me that I could have one. I chose Desiree. Yeah. He named a baby possum after me. Desiree - hehe - is bizarre like me. And mustard cookies are her favorite! She loves to spend time with me. Smelling me. Licking me. Resting in my lap. I put a cute bow in her fur.

The reason that I am telling this is because...guess who appeared? Desiree! I will call her Possum Desiree from now on. I do not want you readers to get confused.

I squealed. "Desiree!"

My Possum Desiree was racing towards us and making her adorable sounds. Her eyes were on me. She missed me. She wanted me - and maybe Gianna. I kneeled and cupped my hands together. She leapt on them and laid on her stomach. I rose and brought her to my face. She sniffed my dress.

"Sorry that you have to see me in a dress, Desiree. I am supposed to wear it if I want to make a nice impression on the judge. Otherwise, she will think that I am nuts."

Olivia's mother pointed at me. "You are nuts! Anybody who kills another human is a nutcase!"

I smiled. "Thanks. I wanted to be a nut when I was ten. Nuts are one of my favorites!"

You will never believe what happened next.

Possum Desiree jumped - and bit her nose.