Must...hurt...someone

Now I have the urge to hurt someone, and that someone is sitting 6 metres behind me listening to "angry music". I don't care that she's related to my mistress, I wouldn't have cared if it was my mistress, I still want to hurt her. If it was up to me, that creature would be locked up in a small room and forced to listen to opera. She hates the opera. Although she has never been to one. How anyone could listen to that noise (and now I'm refering to the music, not the listener) is a mistery to me. She is more than welcome to pollute her mind with that junk, but please, don't contaminate the rest of us!
I sense that my mistress and I are on the same page here. She too wants to get rid of that thing and her music. But my mistress is to kind and caring to tell her to turn it down. She tried it once, but it wouldn't listen. There are many things I would have done if only I could get away with it.
It's a good thing that she doesn't sing along, because she really can't sing. My mistress hasn't got the heart to tell her that, but I wish she would sign up for the next round of "Idol". Perhaps she'll realize the truth about her "singing-talent".
Tomorrow it begins. Wearing the same pants for over two weeks. I must say that I'm not that thrilled about it. At least they get to change their underwear, socks and top. I hope my mistress manages to act at least a little devilish with the other students. It would be the end of her reputation as evil if she isn't able to even throw one waterballoon off the roof. I have worked really hard to get where she is today, and if she dares to ruin our reputation, I swear I will make her pay for the rest of this year! And then I'll rebuild her reputation, as I always do.
The creature is done listening to that horrible music. Perhaps we shall finally get some peace and quiet in this appartment. It's interesting to see two sisters, who have grown up in the same environment, turn out so differently. It must have something to do with genes. Or with the fact that my mistress bullied her sister all the time when they were younger. Good times. My mistress showed early signs of cruelty. But about the time when I came along, she had turned into a cissy. She's recovering though. Perhaps one day she'll again be able to make someone slam their head in a desk by simply asking them? Hang on...