Stuff inspired by the events in my eight grade class.

Everyone looks at the world differently. But for him everyone was dark and grey. Everything must be perfect or he tossed it way. He knew what perfection was. He is only pleasure and true perfection in this world we're the lashes made across his skin. Perfect lines evenly spaced. It was his escape from this imperfect world. He knew what perfection was. But when he met him, he will question what exactly is perfection any more.

Your are an assasin just trying to get by with out having to kill every person you meet.  

My friend told me to write this so I did.