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Mira

Fox on the run

In her dreams,Mira was a fox; she laughed and chirped and played in meadows of vivid green, lush grass,filled with wild dandelions. The sky seemed to be so blue and wide as if the entire world stood in front of her. 

As if the sounds of the wood, the chirps and flings of birds above and the sound of the wind , stopped then Mira and the woods seemed to come alive. The culprit of the distress, to the girl's dismay, as she starts towards her den. A sudden explosion of yelps , and cries, from about three blocks away.

Then there was the hound,with a fox hound and its pack that flushed her out from her den. There were whistles and clicks from something else and then Mira heard the sound of thunder. If thunder could spread sound across the ground, the forest was in a frenzy and all the other creatures fled.

Mira needed to get the pack of her trail, and so she blazed,the fox's coat seemed to merge with the wind as Mira ran at a breakneck speed.

The green young oaks seemed to blend with the grass and the hills and soon Mira knew no end, she woke up with tears.

That fox knew no end in her dreams. It kept running , it did not stop for fear if they were still on her tail. Danger was inevitable, so like her mother she would learn to dance among the flames as she ran off. That day Mira wore her sandals, she had a mesh of scars and one really long one on her left leg, but she bandaged them. Mira had always shied away from seeing her legs, in fact after the tragedy that was her middle school years, she learned to bandage it without seeing the scars. 

It was technically within the rules to wear skirts that covered the knee, so she got one of her mother's old school skirts , out from her parents' shared closet. She had a couple from her old school days, and her mom did mention that she could wear them once she grew up. But trying them on one of the skirts they fit Mira a bit wrong, very long , and unlike in the pictures where they barely brushed her mother's knees, the skirt covered a few more inches, and the navy skirt also fit her a bit loose around the waist but her mother if the shiny metal clothespins were any indicator, had fit her mom very loose. 

It had pockets and in them were the remembrance of her mom, she had a receipt in one pocket about a convenience store if she translated it correctly, and a small pocket knife not big enough to hurt anybody in the other, so her mom probably used it to cut boxes, and stuff. 

The girl was quick to put on the rest of the uniform including that stupid polo, she put a clasp on the back of her hair so her thick brown hair wouldn't make her overheat by the end of the school day. Her dark eyes stared back into the mirror as she did her liner, she's got a few freckles around the corners of her eyes, she's always liked them but she feels like putting something bright on .

The girl's skin was a peachy kind of ivory, her dad wasn't too pale but her mother was. So her peachy skin still shows bruises and dark shadows easily. She tries to fix the feathers so that the color pops out a bit more. With a nice red knitted sweater thrown on Mira finally feels like she can take on the world.

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Mira feels a bit anxious about her socks now,wishing they were longer, she could see the scars clearly and anyone can see the discoloration if they see her walking. The girl carries on anyway, a bit nervous but otherwise she reassured herself that it would be alright.

Her first class drifted by and there wasn't too much of a ruckass. The girl was early for once, but no one noticed a thing and she continues to go through her day.

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