The Day My Life Changed Forever

                                    

                                          
As a kid I had always gotten into trouble for doing evil things. I'd kill small animals and bring them into class, I'd trick students at school into breaking rules, and worst of all, I would run with scissors. Still, as a 19 year old girl, I'm absolutely terrible. I still adore ruining lives and relationships. I yearned to be a supervillain, but I was human, which made it no fun. So I was stuck in a normal life with a little bit of jail time here and there. My most fond memory to this day is when I hit my best friend with a wooden bat.
                          
I was walking down the street as I always did, glaring down any men nearby. After all, I was wearing a tank top and decently short shorts. It was comfortable, so I didn't really care. The issue though, was staring guys. It was sad that our society was crumbling so badly that men could catcall unsuspecting women and not get in trouble, but when I take down a security camera at Walmart I get jail time. At least the police didn't know about my tortured collection of catcalling guys.
                          
"Hey lady! Show us your ti-" Some random man started.
                          
I looked up from the concrete and shot him a glare that would make small children burst into flames.
                          
The person drove away as fast as he could.
                          
"Heheh" I chuckled to myself.
                          
What was I doing again? Oh yeah, looking for a job. After I "accidentally" caused a fire in a diner I was working out, I was fired. I hated the boss anyway, she was super nice and cheery. Ew.
                          
I grabbed a newspaper from one of those machines and started reading it. I didn't have a phone, or a computer, so I had to go old school.
                          
There was a surprising amount of openings. Things from service dog trainer (heck no) to maid cafe waitress (also no). One that caught my eye, however, was a maid  for this guy called BlackHat. His ad was in all caps, and it also mentioned that you would have to clean up after evil experiments. I seriously doubted the guy's seriousness, but I guessed it would be fun to try out.
                          
I may love crime and everything evil, but I loved to clean for some reason. The order that came from organizing was super pleasing. 
                          
I ripped the ad off the paper, and stuck the paper back into the machine. I then calmly strode away, a small smile resting on my face. Now, how was I going to call this person? I was, and any payphones nearby required money...aha! I'd just pickpocket someone.
                          
Walking past a small group of people surrounding a gamestop, I quickly grabbed the wallet out of one girl's back pocket. She didn't notice a thing. I took a few dollar bills out, and stuffed the wallet back into her pocket. I may have needed money, but I didn't want to get caught.
                          
I strolled by, and not a single teenager realized what happened. Good. I went up to a lemonade vendor near the building with a payphone in it, and bought a drink. He split my bill, and I walked away, but not before knocking over his pitcher. Laughing manically I jogged into the white building and grabbed the phone.
                          
I pushed the quarters in, and dialed the number on the ad. 
                          
Ring...Ring...Ring...
                          
I was getting impatient. I started to tap my foot subconsciously, and wrapped my knuckles onto the wood of the table next to me.
                          
"Hello?" A malicious man's voice answered.
                          
"I was wondering about the job offering in the paper?" I asked both as a question and a statement.
                          
"Oh, right. Come to this address within twenty minutes," He proceeded to tell me the address, and I remembered it the best I could.
                          
"Thank you," I replied.