Yhgiilra sighed, slightly disappointed at the fact that he took what she had said seriously.
"I wasn't being serious..." She muttered. "But fine. Guess there's no reason not to.
When I was born my mom was 19, which is pretty young to have a kid. I suppose she didn't want to be tied down with a kid so soon, so she left me at the doorstep of someone else's house and left. You'd think she'd just put me up for adoption, but turns that that's just too hard. So the family took me in, but they still didn't like me, so I ended up being treated like a rat for my entire childhood. I wanted to get my revenge, so instead of running away I studied science and whatnot alone in my room most of the time. Learned about the human body, poisons, and other boring stuff. When I turned 18 I was finally allowed to leave the house, but instead of leaving I made my family dinner. You should've seen the looks on their faces, they had no idea why I would want to thank them.
We had a garden with some foxgloves in it, so I stuck some of those in the meal, but made sure it was hardly noticeable when you looked at it. They ate the food, eventually died, and then I burned the house down. But I made sure to hurt myself as well, call for help, and work up some tears so I wouldn't look very guilty. They didn't catch me, so I continued on with getting revenge. Managed to find my Mom a while later, and by then she had another daughter. I killed her, and would've finished off my sister as well, but she was at school. Don't really know what happened to her, but I assume she's pretty mad.
Anyway, then I came to America, and somehow along the way got stuck here. My hyperactive friend named Bastian came here as well, he was following me, but we never get to see each other anyway so his 'sacrifice' was pretty useless.
So there, that's my history, as you have requested." Yhgiilra finished her ''five page essay'' and looked to Allen to see what he had to say about it.
