5/Kopelyn Yellow

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Leo Blue POV

I've seen her face before, but does she recognize me? That, I wasn't so sure.

The girl at the door was the girl that I met at the pool two days ago. Swoopy brown hair, square face. She was wearing a pale pink summer dress with large blue pockets on each side. She was also wearing comfortable looking flats, and still wore the sunglasses.

Before I was done thinking about her appearance, she says in her soft, quiet voice, "There's a man out there."

That's when I noticed that this was urgent. Her hands, both gripping her draw book, were shaking. "There's a man out there, he was following me for twenty minutes, and I lost him just now. Can I- Can I stay in here... untill he's probably gone?" She was in trouble. I know it. She voice was shaking, and she was obviously all alone in this wild universe.

"Yeah, yeah." I whisper as I pull her in and quietly close the door.

This girl glances around the living room area in indecision. "Behind the wall in the kitchen. Go hide." I say urgently. "Close the blinds." She panics, so I did just that.

It's weird that a regular girl like her would be followed around for twenty minutes.

I stood some distance away from her. She slid to the floor and curled up in a ball, shivering like a little lost kitten.

Knock knock knock.

If that's my family at the door, than I don't even wanna let them in. I hesitated, and hoped desperately that the girl would stay  quiet.

At the same time, there is a possibility that this girl was an insanely good actress and I'm her victim, so she could see if I react a certain way. I could never know, but what I did know, is that another knock came. One that was heavier than the last.

I open the door. "Hello?" I say, false calmly.

A tall man stood there, with a indescribable facial expression. I would say that's it's a look of fear, concern, but he also looked lost, like as if he's in the corn maze. He had gray hair, and high bulging eyes like a mosquito.

"I was talking to this girl outside, and we got into a bit of an argument, so she ran off, and I fear that I lost sight of her." He tells me airily.

My heart started racing when he actually placed a foot inside. Just one foot, but that's enough to make me block him from entering. "She's got hair. Long swoopy brown hair. She has a square face. Sunglasses. Twelve years old. She's wearing flats, a pink dress." She says in the same airy tone.

Did he study her or something? He seems to know exactly what this girl looks like. I look him in the eye, and lie to him. "I'm sorry, I have not seen anyone."

"Are you sure?" He leans in a bit, and his eyes dart around the living room as if he senses her, or knows damn well that I'm hiding her.

"I'm sorry. I can't quite help you." I tell him, this time with fake confidence, and I will continue this untill he actually leaves.

"Are you sure?" He keeps scanning the room. I swear if he stays in any longer, my blood pressure will explode.

"I'm sure." I tell him. He then sadly tells me, "Alright. Thank you." I watched him walk away, and kept an eye on him untill he made it all the way down my driveway.

I close the door untill I heard the click.

I slide into the kitchen where the girl was hiding. "Is he gone?" She whispers.

"He's gone." I reassure her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

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