Exit Point - Devision X

But that is not the reason I have come to live here.

It's because I have always had a monsterous problem with the urge I received from the need to pinch, pilfer, filch, nick, steal, lift, burgle, rob, raid or pocket things.

In other words, I was a major shoplifter. Why? Because I'm a klepto. No, it is not some sort of Spanish dance, it is a mental disability. Kleptomania is a type of impulse control disorder-one in which you can't resist the temptation or drive to perform an act that's sometimes harmful to himself or someone else. Unlike typical shoplifters, people with kleptomania don't compulsively steal for personal gain. Nor do they steal as a way to exact revenge. They steal simply because the urge is so powerful that they can't resist it. I am not able to resist the pull for something as I walked past it. It used to get me into trouble. I steal chewing gum, phones, watches, wallets, handbags (My room is full of them) toys, jewellery-anything pocket sized really. Anything I can sell. My mattress is laden with the things I find. Red hair was another problem. It seems to attract trouble. Someone looks at your hair, and they begin to think of how it is "notoriously on the head of those who have a fiery disposition" and "is a dilemma magnet."

And so this is me.

A ginger with braces the size of a mouth guard, a short stature and attachments, a smile too big for his face, blue eyes, and a knack for nicking.

Ladies and gents, I'm Corin Youngblood."

There came the sound of sharp clapping from behind the boys.

"That was good Corin-but did you have to put all those things in?" A voice exclaimed.

Spinning around, they noticed a girl standing by the door. She smiled and walked toward where they sat.

"Viola-you like it-?" Corin began, standing up.

"Yes." She smiled.

The small, pretty Asian girl dressed in a short and frilly yellow frock took her seat beside Evijorn. Flicking her black hair over her shoulder, she smiled again.

"I really liked it."

Corin sat down again.

"Very descriptive, and I liked the beginning-the part about your name. What did you write, Evijorn?" She asked, turning to face him.

Her pretty eyes and elfin face caught him off guard.

"Um-I haven't really-I'm still writing it." He answered, looking down at his scribble on the desk. He tried to think of something intelligent to say, but found nothing.

"Sure?" She questioned. "There is a lot of paper over there in the corner-"

Evijorn said nothing.

"It's ok. You can write it when you know what to write. It will come to you. Meanwhile," She began, "Keep thinking."

"Ev, you've been here all day, so you'd think you'd have made some progress." Corin grinned.

Evijorn and Viola shot a look at the ginger.

"Shut up ranga." Evijorn frowned.

Viola cut in.

"Never mind! Never mind Evijorn. Even just thinking and getting your brain working is good."

"Prducing something is even better." Corin grinned, a lopsided smile beginning to spread over his face like thick mosquito cream. His dopey expression was a reflection of his nature as a whole; non-evolved.

Viola sighed and Evijorn looked away.

"Have either of you had lunch?" The Asian girl asked, changing the subject and standing up, placing her bag on the desk. Her silver bangles tinkled softly.