Chasing The Red Fox

Naked Revenge

As children growing up in America we were told that we could be anything that we wanted, even then most of us knew that was a lie.

You couldn't be a princess or a superhero.
Instead you had to strive for something that made you happy, others were unfortunate to have their careers forced upon them by their parents.

An obligation hung over your head, like a rule you must obey.
Adapt to this lifestyle and choose the right path.

Money was important, no matter how you get it.
It was a need, to survive the society of today.

I never craved money or material objects.
I just wanted to die and see all my love ones.
I wanted my own personal heaven.

Not a second chance.

A second chance is what I got.

At first I thought I was ghost and that God was planning tricks on me.
It didn't take me long to figure out that everyone could see me, when I decided to go streaking in the neighborhood.
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At the time it seemed completely logical that a ghost didn't need clothing.

In my defense, I was only ten and I had died 20 minutes ago by choking on my baby tooth.
Not the best way to die, but then again I suppose there is no real good way to die.

My mom was never home, she worked two jobs and usually left me with Amanda from across the street.
Amanda was ditsy brunette, that seemed like cinnamon and cigarette smoke.
She was okay for a twenty year old, she seemed nicer when she was glued to her boyfriend's face.

Her boyfriend's name was Roy.
Roy didn't deserve her and he knew that so he manipulated her and tricked her into thinking she was less than what she was.

Something I vowed to never let anyone do to me.

They made out on the yellow musty couch in the living room, some black and white sitcom was on the tiny television.
It was around five o'clock usually the time that Mrs.Mathews was setting out her pies.

With this knowledge I was ready to take over the world as the new Casper, although I didn't plan to friendly.

I planned to have my revenge.