He laughed real loud. Wasn't he worried? Shouldn't he be worried? "Kale, aren't you worried?" He looked over at me like I was on something. "I'm serious." He looked like he didn't believe me. Frustration started bubbling into my nerves. Wasn't he taking ANY of this seriously?! He got up and looked outside the door to make sure that "thing" was gone. "Come on." He pulled me across the floor through the door. I really didn't feel like walking. I wanted to get lost in my thoughts again. Maybe I could actually figure something out.
He kicked glass away as he dragged me down the hall.
~ My eye? Red? Like how red exactly? I stopped again and picked up a piece of glass off the floor. Lightly spattered in blood. I shift my fur away from my eye. It was red! Really fucking red. Like filled with blood. The outside was a light red like a hat I think I have at home. Then my pupil looks like its just bloody. Like my actual blood. My blood is like regular looking blood mix with the color of a black cherry - Before I said anything, I stared deeper into his one eye. Was it filled with blood? Past injury? "Get your left eye checked!" I extended my claw and it got him the eye. "You little-" ~
We both have red eyes?! "Kale!" I whisper shouted. He let go of my arm and stopped to listen. Why wasn't he talking to me, he usually isn't like that. "I-I figured somthing out!" "Well, finally you used your head instead of your paws." I was getting frustrated. Really?! Your my friend don't say that! "Okay well, I have a red eye. So does the blood thirsty bastard at the head of the school..." I sunk deeper into my thoughts. It was like a bunch of yarn caught in a knot trying to fish my final conclusion out. "Are we related?!" I said. What is happening?! "No way! You probably are!" He caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Why do- why do you have blood on your mouth?!" I tried to wipe it away. It just smudged onto my fur. "Your related! No doubt about it!"
We couldn't be related.
~ Could We? ~

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Panic Room
RandomHallo , at age 10 , was told all about "The Panic Room" which was located in her middle school. They say you confront your worst fears in the room and the age requirement is 13. By this point hundreds of people should have been inside by now right...