It had been a long day at work, a long, boring, mind-numbing day, and I was absolutely exhausted. It was probably Wednesday or Thursday at the time, which meant that I still had at least another day of useless work as a secretary for some tiny little insurance agency before the weekend. Or, at least, I would have, if I hadn't been driving home at that exact time, at that one moment when fate decided that my life had been boring enough for much too long. Of course, whatever messed up deity was making the decisions for the world seemed to think that the best way to crash my perfectly fine (albeit a bit boring) life was in the form of some sixteen year old girl.
I tried to keep my eyes on the road as I passed by the huge fence, I really did, but as usually the "private property" sign inexplicably drew my attention away from the road. Quite honestly, I have some very mixed feelings about that moment, the moment when I first laid eyes on that teenage girl. She had, of course, told me things that had shattered my world into millions of dangerously sharp pieces, but in doing so she had also exposed me to the truth, which I supposed could be taken as a gift.
I had been succeeding, to some extent, at not looking at the rusted chain-link fence, until that one moment when, inexplicably, I looked up, a split second glance, and saw the girl. She was one of those people who you could tell in just one glance had very little respect for the rules. She was dressed in all black: black combat boots, black skinny jeans, black, tight-fitting, tank top, and black leather jacket. It was obviously her intent to blend into the night, while also looking as tough as possible. She would have been succeeding, as it was well past sunset and the darkness and shadows were covering everything, except for the fact that she had long blonde hair, nearly waist length and very pale, almost white in the thin sliver of moonlight that seemed to fall directly on her. And, of course, just like her image suggested, she didn't put much stock in the rules. No, not at all. In fact, the girl dressed in black with the long, pale hair was doing the one thing I had never thought anyone would ever do.
She was climbing the fence.
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Glass Houses
Science Fiction"They built up all these lies like glass houses, too dangerous to move around in, but at least that house kept me warm at night. Now I lay in bed shivering with fear of the very people that claimed to protect me, to protect us all. The windows in...
