Ok. Let me get one thing straight. I am a psychopath. Angelina thinks I'm a psychopath. A lot of people do. I'm just going to explain the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath.

A psychopath is someone with what I can only describe as a personality disorder found by enduring antisocial behavior, diminished empathy and remorse, and disinhibited or bold behavior.

A sociopath is a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself into extreme antisocial attitudes and behaviors and a rather lack of conscience. I'm a sociopath with a gift. I'm a witch. So I have power over them after all.

Key traits to finding a psychopath or sociopath is that we tend to have a disregard for laws and rules, a disregard for rights of others, we are failures to feel remorse or guilt, and we have a tendency to display violent behavior.

Psychopaths are unable to form emotional attachments or feel real empathy with others, even though they most often have a disarming or even charming personality.

Sociopaths are sometimes coming across as nervous and easily irritated. Volatile and prone to emotional outbursts, including fits of rage. Most sociopaths are able to form attachments to groups or individuals. Although we have no regard for society and its rules, of course. Obviously.

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Well. I'm back at school. Just finished a 3-day suspension. God, I hate this place. Why is it a 3-day suspension for punching someone? That's stupid. I have been keeping an eye on Angelina and Cole, though. At recess, I send a spell over to them. They absent-mindedly walk over. I implant a spell that will be inside their mind for a week. It's sort of... like a, um... mental link, sort of. It lets me into their minds, but not them in mine. I take off the first spell, and as they come to, they see me.

"What are you doing?", Cole is the first to speak. Oh, his mind is racing. Angelina has a hunch of what she's going to say in 3, 2, 1...

"I don't want to see you again. If you talk to me or cast a spell on me again I will go to the principal or the teacher or someone that will listen to me because I don't need your crazy. It will soon drive me crazy. You have some serious issues and you need help." She walks up to me, so we are face to face. I'm taller than her. By about an inch. "Leave us alone. Do you hear me? Alone. You psychopath!" I nod, but it'll never happen.

"Yes, but did I mention you missed something there?"

"What?" Oh, she seems frightened now. Good, I'm on a roll. I can keep their attention.

"Yeah. You're right. Except you missed that I am a witch and I am a psychopath, and a smart one, at that. So you should be very afraid." I love their little scared faces.

"Please shut up, and stop talking like that. Now explain what you mean.", she says firmly.

"Word of advice. Don't tell people to shut up if you expect them to explain something to you. Because that just implies that you didn't want them to stop talking, it was that you needed time to catch up with what they were saying." I say to them.

"You're crazy!", Angelina says. "You keep attacking us, tricking us!" I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Oh, you're just getting to that now? Please, try to keep up. It's embarrassing." I say. "Without the dark there would be no light. I'll leave you two to think on that. Get back to me once you've figured the messes that are yourselves out."

I walk away and leave them with bewildered faces, smiling to myself, because they don't know yet. That one, final problem. It's been bugging me for the last 6 years I've known. I have to drop clues for them, not just flat out tell them.

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Did you ever just have that feeling where you have that sickening feeling when you go somewhere, but you know you're in no potential danger? I have that feeling currently. I'm walking by the old abandoned warehouse. I do that when I'm thinking. My house is a block away, so don't think I'm doing something bad. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm always bad. I'm still walking around the yard, waiting. Waiting for him to come and meet me. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

"About time you turned up. I've been waiting." I said. He approaches me slowly. "Don't worry. I don't bite. Well, not you, at least."

He moved towards me, but cautiously. I can see why he's not in jail by now. He moves quick, so quick, ordinary people would see a quick disturbance in a quiet environment. They couldn't catch him, even if they tried. He is wanted in some states.

"You've been waiting. I can see you have.", he says, circling me. I make a comeback with equal ferocity.

"You took your time. I had to kill some birds. I was bored. You're lucky I didn't blow this warehouse sky-high. I know you have to be undercover. But what if I had blown it up? What would you have done?", I ask him, staring into his grey eyes. He seemed to be enjoying this.

"I would have sent you a mental link with the coordinates of where we would next meet.", he says. Oh, things are going to get interesting. "I have something for you to do. I want you to...", he whispers the rest of the plan to me.

"And what is in it for me?", I ask. I know who he is, but in case anyone is watching us, we always pretend to make a deal over something.

"You and me. Partners in crime, even though we're from different webs.", he says. I smile. Of course. I knew this would happen. All the bad boys fall for me. And of course I'll say yes. How could I say no to such a brilliant plan?

"Ok, then. I'll probably be done with that around, oh, say, 3 P.M. I have other things going on, you know." I smirk. We part ways for today. I know what I have to do. For better or for worse.