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Street Walking Cheetah With A Capital "G"

I made my way along the sidewalk, briskly skirting the small town shops, whist simultaneously avoiding any which housed wandering eyes, like the plague. I needed to establish a base then think my way through there. As of now, nobody could know I was here, it was imperative that the nosy townspeople left me alone while I evaluated the situation. Now, that was easier said than done, these people were not the average city folk. They were calculating and nosy as hell. News spread rapidly like disease- a disease everyone was willing to embrace if it meant acquiring unnecessary new and personal information for their daily dosage.

It had been years since I'd been here but elephants never forget and old Ms. Margot sure had the body of one, I wouldn't be surprised if she had the mind of an elephant too, so i treaded carefully. I didn't want to risk having her recognise me now would I. Surely she'd forgiven me for all my little past mistakes, right? Like the time I accidentally ran over her dog, coco, with my bike. She was fine through, the dog not the elephant. Ms. Margot was definitely not okay, after she saw the ragged remains of her unconscious dog, she rushed inside to get her purse, only to hit me with it when she returned. I could see why she'd be upset but come on, it's not like I killed little coco, more like give her an involuntary nap. She certainly needed her beauty sleep but not anymore than Ms Margot did.

So, now you can see why I was a bit weary of her nowadays, even if it had been a few years since the incident. She'd even let me babysit coco while she recovered from her bruising, all it took was a little convincing from her grandson who happened to be visiting at the time. I forget his name, Frink? Fronk? Hmm.. I don't know. I'd better save that for another time, it's not like I'd see him anytime soon, he was probably back with his parents by now anyways.

I would be lying if i said i didnt miss the town, well the people in the town. However, now was not the time to let my presence be known. I needed to settle down and think, something I couldn't do with the questioning that'd certainly ensue if anyone was to recognise me.

Now maybe you've gathered by now; I was certainly no stranger to Belleville, seeing as I'd exhausted the bulk of my adolescent life cornered between the four walls of my parents' home, trapped and isolated from the inside. It was easy to say I knew my way around this bleak excuse of a town. Even during the far too few hours when I was not home, I was at school.

Which to most, is worse than being home all day. But to me, :// I saw school as a less restraining prison but a prison nonetheless. My mother was not present to breathe down my neck or obsess over my every move but school was in a way wprse. The teachers only pretended to care, at least i knew my mother actially gave a da,mn about me, eb=ven if she  expressed it in a less than conventional manner. I knew deep down she was so protective because she cared.I simply swapped prison for a few hours before returning to the previous. School was in a way both liberating and not quite / not quite liberating// trapped as well, Gerard simply switched prisons for a few hours before returning to the previous(?) other. yet far too many hours where he was not home, but rather at school, he spent roaming the hallways of his lovely high school.(?). the gates adorning the premises truly added to the forlorn and defeated atmosphere and deterred most from attempted escape. except they actually didn't, ditching was an act common amongst the boys and girls bored out of their minds and seeking solace/refuge outside the damned gates of their school. the learning environment, if it could be called that, was nothing more than the droning on of a teacher whilst the student droned off into dreamland elsewhere, anywhere that was not there in that moment in that classroom in that dreaded school. He supposed his mother was to blame for that, she'd always kept a vigilant eye on her only son as if danger were meters away. Which truthfully was not far off from the truth, death could rain upon anyone in countless ways in a single day/// which if you thought anput that countless ways death could rain upon anyone in a day was pretty reasonable, but not practical.Blockaded from outside interaction, he'd grown distant from other, in time abandonong friendships when he realised mainatainance was too demanding and not worth the struggle. his friends quickly moved on, as did he. leaving him in his own world/island separated from all everything else. and accustommed to being aone. it soon stopped bothering him and comforted him more than anything. only if his mother could underoff from all outside influence in fear he would go off into the wrong crowd. his mother coddled him to the point of suffocation to the point he had to leave or be choked by her protective(?) possessive arms. His father, the polar opposite could care less about his teenage son. he spent most of his time away from home. gerard guessed his mother;s clinging arms could be due to/ blameed on the fact that gerard was all he had, with an incesintly absent husband. gereard nearlly stayed, leaving was not as easy of a task as he'd imagined at the age of 17 as he lay in bed, dreaming of his escape as soon as the clock struck twelve on his eigghteenth birthday. for one, his mother. although a bit obessive/possessive truly loved him, he could see that in the way she always stayed up whenever he was out. Not to mention he was all she had, her only son. without him, there was nobody to keep her company with her husbanf odd knows where all day and too crank in the evening wehn he did arrive to pay her much attention. there was a time when she would try to ask him about his day and try tp bring up his sour mood, but those days/ that time was long gone. as he slowly but harshly pushed her away with more force as time went on. frank felt bad for his mother / gereard not frannk, but he had spent 18 years miserable in his own little family, it was finally time to be selfish and leave, for his own sake, if he didnt he wouldnt be surprised if he went mad inside those fucking four walls getting tighrt and tighter and smaller and smaller and consrticting him/ sufficating him almost as much as his mother was. here afterall. Trapped behind the four black walls of his parent's house.

but now he was free and he was happy or as happy as he could be at a time like this, he walked the streets proud and confident and maybe a little cocky. soon he realised, he would need to furnish his new house, he;d need to dropp by the local furnishing supply shop he noted