Staring down at the bloody, lifeless body that lay before me, my hands trembled. I could not believe what I had done, but, well… anything to be famous!

In all honesty, I did not care how negative the attention I received was as long as I got lots of it. Fame comes in many forms, and as long as I got it, the consequences did not matter.

My… ambition… had led me to murder, yet I did not care. But I did want them to know it was me who committed the crime. Why? Well, if it was not my name on the news, my actions would be for nothing! I needed the attention, the fame! I needed it all! So I left all sorts of traces to prove my guilt, a maniacal grin on my face all the while. I was going to be famous! Finally!

I hurried away from the scene of the crime. I may have wanted my identity to be discovered, but I did not want to be arrested or caught. I wanted to live to see me fame! My future! My glory!

As I walked down the street back to my apartment, I hit my gun in my purse. I was not going to risk my opportunity for fame! No way! I opened my apartment door and walked inside, locking it behind me.

I fell asleep that night, dreaming dreams of my rise to fame. I desperately wanted… no… I desperately NEEDED these dreams to come true! Fame was my entire life purpose!

_Soon enough… I’ll be famous…_

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When I woke up the next morning, I excitedly hopped out of bed and turned on the news. I was overjoyed when the first thing I saw was a picture of my face! I. Was. Famous!

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The news reporter was talking about my actions from the prior night, and every time he said my name, I jumped up with glee. Fame was finally mine!

Now all I to do was avoid being arrested…