My life as a teenage serial killer

So this is the story of my life. i was sitting in my room listening to Mr.Saxobeat when my father burst in to the room blood on his nice white shirt i had just washed." Come with me!"
" Why?" i said pausing my iPod.
" Its time for your first kill." he said with his stern face.
"Really!!!!!" I jumped up running out the door to the kill room A.K.A the basement. Then i saw who it was it was the perfect victim. His name was allen i hated his guts and he was fat perfect.
"How do I kill him?"
"Any way you want sweetie." he said patting my shoulder. I grabbed the chain saw and was about to go in for the kill when I realized I had my Greyson chance tee on.
" Can I change really fast?" he nodded and I bolted up stairs and grabbed and threw on an old twilight shirt. Now I was ready to put him in. " Lets do this!" I said raving the chainsaw to scare Allen. I went to cut his face a little but my dad stopped me.
" Don't play with your food Amber!"
"Fine." I chopped his head off in one easy swoop of the chainsaw. His head rolled to my feet and I picked it up with out hesitation. His blood was pooling around his lifeless corpse. I threw his head to the side. It made a hollow noise as it hit the wall. I knew hi didn't have a brain i thought to myself. I ran up stairs to take a shower. When I turned it on steam rose to the ceiling and fogged up the mirror. I took off my bloody clothes and threw them in a crumpled pile on the floor. I jumped in my warm shower.when i was done my dad took me for ice cream.