It was just another Tuesday morning, when I climbed down that unsteady looking rope-ladder again. I walked around in search of a local supermarket which didn't already recognise my cold toned freckled face and my small leather backpack from miles away. I always have to be on guard, because I don't want a random guy working at the lab to spot me.
After about half an hour of searching I finally found a supermarket that I hadn't been to yet. I walked in pretending to be a normal customer. The cashier was looking in my direction when I grabbed a big loaf of bread. I did a backwards dive and a backwards roll to jump out of the window that looked like it was a bathroom window, because it was about the size of a cat. The cashier went after me through the front door, that meant I had a bit of a head start. Four blocks further the cashier is still running after me, he was quite determined! But of course, he couldn't catch up with me, no one can. I wish I didn't have to steal like this, and I wish I could just live a normal life. But after what they did to me, I assure you that won't be possible.
When I got back to the treehouse I saw my squirrel friend, back when I first met him, I was just eight years old and had just escaped the lab that gave me this curse. Some would say that these abilities are super cool and that I should be happy with them, but I was only their guinea pig, they wanted these types of abilities, but hadn't insured the safety of them yet, so they used me. My code name was Tsuki, Japanese for moon. I don't remember my real name so that's just what I call myself. I do get the people that think it is a blessing for me, but those are just uneducated claims, sure I now have eyes in the back of my head and incredible gymnastic abilities, but I constantly have to be on the lookout for people that work at the lab. They want me back. At least I still have my squirrel friend
I sat down at my makeshift table filled with feelings of dread. I ate a slice of my stolen bread, while daydreaming about the lives of other 16-year-old girls but unlike me they were normal, they went to school and stayed up way too late for their own good, they got to discover themselves, have love interests. I tried to take a nap after eating but of no success, my PTSD seems to have been getting a lot worse lately. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, when I didn't open, they kept knocking and knocking...
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The girl who ran away
Ficção AdolescenteTsuki escaped out of an evil lab when she was just eight years old. Now she is living in a treehouse with her squirrel friend, when suddenly she hears a knock at the door, who could it be??
