Bat

The Cave

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I have been living in secret, since the day I have been born. It’s not really bad, it’s just people in Grover aren’t supposed to have more than one kid, because we were over-populating in the past of our country. I was, my parent’s second kid. My mom originally named me “Caterina”, but I’d always get into her sewing kit, so she and my father renamed me “Kit”. Grover is our city, well not city but country. Grover’s history goes back to when people called it “North America”, or so my father has told me. North America and it’s people are now ancient and it’s country is entirely irrelevant to us. In Grover, there are at least 15 cites, they are separated by class. The top 3 cities of Grover are, Libena, Stetson and Aspyn and they are for the wealthy. The next three are, Reeve, Alwyn, Branson and Vencel – they are what you call “middle class”. Kaibry and Draven are out in the country, like where they have farms. Cambreia and Orion are in the ghetto. I live in the poor class, Easton. There’s 3 other cities in this class – Lilita, Xabin and Auden. In Grover, well, Easton I’ve been living in a secret room that’s in my parent’s closet. No one knows it’s there, but the person who built the house and I think they meant for it to be a panic room.

My dad is the only one around for me now, my brother Logan grew up and left home. I think he even got married, but I never never met the girl – or even saw her. My mother passed away when I was only 13 years old. But, I’m fine. It’s a bit sat, though. My dad is nothing like my mom, he’s quiet. While my mom would sit and read me bed-time stories or tell me about her day, he’d be out hunting for food or fire wood. He hardly ever said a word to me, still does. I get happy when he does speak to me, he’s my only human contact and I crave that so much.

In my little hut, well the room I live in. It has a tiny little window at the top, that my dad had installed for emergency’s purposes only. He says I have to crawl up the ladder, squeeze through the window and slide carefully down the roof and then jump down to their balcony and then jump to the ground. I’ve never tried it, but at night I climb the ladder and gaze out the window at the moonlight. In my hut, I also have a sleeping bag, with a pillow, a teddy bear, lot’s of books stacked up in a corner and a mini-TV and fridge that my mom said she found in the trash. My mom made sure I always had everything I needed, because I was bounded by the walls of my hut and can hardly ever leave these walls – let alone leave the house. My dad would only buy me food, and still that is the only thing he ever buy’s me. I need new clothes? Hello, Logan’s hand me-downs. I guess that’s for the best though, when I wear Logan’s hand-me-down’s dad sometimes tells me to fold my long brown hair up into a hat and to wear glasses and then I get to go outside. But, of course, that’s on rare occasions. He tells me when we do go out, that I’m a family friend’s kid and nothing more; one from a separate city just visiting. I always go along, because I am not supposed to be alive and if I was found. I would surely be killed.

“Hey Kit.” My dad barged into my hut. “Here’s a hat, can you go into town and buy some milk?”

My eyes widened in shock of this request and in excitement that I get to leave. “Really? Are you going with me?”

“Afraid not, someone in town is having a duck issue; they need me to take care of it. You remember the story you have to tell people, don’t you? Also don’t talk to anyone, no strangers and don’t make friend’s. You can’t let anyone know who you really are.”

“Yes papa.” I slid my hair into the hat, tucked a pocket knife into my belt. Then debated if I should really go or not.

This would be my first time out of the house without my dad.