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Dessi
My name is Desdemona and I am accused of apparently not following rules, breaking various laws, getting kicked out of school, disobeying my father and being completely wild. In other words, a delinquent. How dare they accuse me of such things - alright it’s true. But it’s not like I always meant to be like this. They say I’m an evil and devious child, that duplicity is my nature. Well, I am what they made me. I don’t mind what they say about me anymore, or what they think of me; for I’ve devised a plan. I’m going to leave once I’m 17 and my brother is 16. We are going to go live with a friend and get emancipated from our father. It’s going to be hard. The old geezer wants to keep my brother for some reason. Eh, probably because he doesn’t want to go out and buy a punching bag when he has a free one already in the house. I need to counterbalance the entire situation before things escalate out of control. The people in the town think I’m the lunatic of the family when they haven’t even seen that idealistic jerk that calls himself a father in ten years. He’s kept himself cooped up in the house, having not socialized with anybody other than my brother and me. I am an extremely intelligent and wise person, although I never show it. I know many people. I can pull many strings. I will get my brother away from that pompous beating machine and when I do, the papers will show that a certain retired hermit with only two surviving members of his family had a fatal accident. We will prevail where so many others have failed. My dad sure does like his tractor... I need to find out the anatomy of one and see if brakes really are that necessary. Shocked yet? Hey, they told you I was a lunatic.
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