Traci Vestidra

## Appearance

i fr couldnt think of a fit now she jus looks like a normal housewife

## Backstory

Everything is boring. Everything seemed to pass by very slowly, as if I was the only one to be fast in this god forsaken world. Highschool is boring. But that’s everybody’s thought process isn’t it? Not much to input there. But, there is something that isn’t boring. People. I love people. Not just any. Gullible and stupid people. Most people would just make fun of them and bully them until they break. But thats boring isn’t it? I like to cherish them for being useable and playable. I remember a friend that kept yapping on and on about boring things. She was boring. But I found something that wasn’t boring about her. I thought it’d be nice to show everybody how.. interesting her hobbies were. She disappeared the next day. She must’ve ran away from all her problems. Run away to where? Who knows, who cares. It was fun and she is gone, killing two birds with one stone. I move onto the next friend who I find easily useable, then the next, then the next. They either run away, move away, die, but they never suspect me. It’s all their problems, not mine. I just gave them the suggestion, I never implied anything explicit. But, there is this one girl that I feel knows my intentions. She one time stared at me when I was in the middle of framing somebody for ruining this person’s locker. I didn’t know she was there, nor how long she was standing there. I thought, she might tell on me, no fun. But she didn’t. She stood there and quietly gazed on. That made me interested in her. She clearly knew I was abusing others, but she never told a soul. Of course, I stalked her. I knew her schedule from school to home in a week. She was a boring person. So boring. Good grades, no friends, her parents and brother are rarely home, her hobbies consisted of studying only. But… she was so interesting. At that point, I didn’t know if I wanted to manipulate her or be closer to her. I knew my answer once she walked to my desk and said to me, “Do you like seeing others suffer?” I instantly knew that she already had known what I did to those people. She was the one stalking me first. “Yeah. Do you want to help me?” We talked as if we were talking about something normal. School, the weather, life in general. Our conversation was clearly not normal. “Are you interested in having children?” The rain kept pouring outside as her quiet whisper of a question flows into my ears. Such a random question, it’s a coincidence that I have an exact answer for it. “Of course. I can’t stop imagining how much fun it’d be to watch an innocent child depend and love you so much, then crush it all by ruining their one and only life.” She continues to look down on my desk. She was like a robot processing my answer and loading the next question onto the screen. “What do you think of idols?” I huffed really loudly. This is getting ridiculous. “I don’t care about them. All they do is give fake smiles and white lies to idiots that really think they care about their job. They’re nothing more than puppets for other people’s disgusting entertainment.” To be honest, I never had an actual opinion on idols. I just felt like I could spill every thought I had to this girl. I realized to the last second, I was being controlled. My mind was intimidated by those bored eyes to give out answers I never thought were mine till now. After I gave out my answer, all she did was shift a little and move her arm a bit. It was clear to me that I was extremely overthinking everything, while she sat there quietly and calm. She then said to me, though I barely heard her at first, “Are you by any chance interested in studying management for song artists? I know you don’t really have anything interesting to do in the future.”

## Trivia

* shes like reeeaalllly good at making ppl uncomfortable