Playing Fox

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I looked around my room before I left. I couldnt leave my door unlocked or my window open or else they would know I had left. They worried enough as it was. I had a job to do tonight, one that was important, but kind of pointless. But I knew! I had to give her a hint. I couldnt let her live a life of lies. Nobody knows what I know, only her parents do. I dont know how they hide it, but they are doing a great job, and I plan on changing that.

I saw her watching me today at lunch. Everyone was watching her. Her and her friends were laughing until I walked by. That always happens though. The scilence that follows me where ever I go. Im a freak in the school, even though Im normal. Just because I think the Code of Colorization is a load of bull, doesnt make a freak. They should all be ashamed, being who they are. She should to.

But I cant say anything to her face. She needed to find out on her own. She needed ot know what was being hidden. So I wrote her a note, one that I was going to place on her pillow tonight. She wouldnt know who it was from. It might scare her, but whatever it takes to get her to figure out the lies that her parents are keeping form her. Then she would see what she has done wrong, that theres no difference between her and the Abnormals. What a terrible name for a person.

I unlatched my windown, then pulled on my sweatshirt. My outfit was black, and I knew her parents would be home, so it would be easy to sneak in. I just had to wait and hope she left her bed. It was a quick walk to her house, she didnt know it but I lived only a couple houses down from hers.

I smiled as I sat down on the damp grass, waiting for her to move and leave her room. I knew she was going to, the human mind is very intelligent when the person is asleep. It can sense things that it wouldnt be able to when it was awake because when the person is sleeping, it is more relaxed, not as many things going through it. So it was only a matter of time before she became disturbed, woke up and left her room.

Right on time.

I watched as the bathroom light flickered to life. It wasnt her parents, they were never home, it wasnt a sibling, she had none. So unless there was someone else in her house, it was her.

I stood and walked to a tree that reached her window. Her window was never unlocked, I knew this because it was normally open at night. Those were the nights that I had left other notes like this. The ones that I heard her scolding her friends about. She thought they were pranks. I chukled to myself. How silly was it that you could hide the frightening truth from yourself when it gathers itself up and plops down right infront of you?

I gripped the tree and climbed it with ease, shimming myself to her window. Forcing it open I slipped inside of her room. It seemed like a room fit for her, tomboyish with the hint of a girl that needed some affection. Placing the note on her bed, I looked around. Wish suddenly that she noticed me. She was quiet the creature, very pretty. With that heart shapped face, perfect eyes and a wonderful shape... It was a mystery that none of her guy friends took advantage of her, but I guess they were more like brothers. Lucky her.

I climbed back out the window with one last glance at her room, leaving the window open as I did so. I was hoping that some common sence would enter her mind and she would lock the window. But as I watched her emerge from the bathroom and into her room, she only closed it. I sighed and shook my head. She would never learn. I worried about her. I hoped that one day I would be able to help her learn the truth. I was done playing fox for the night, sneaking around and leaving her notes. I would go home and sleep, hoping to see her tomorrow. I want to see her thinking about the note when I see her, I want to see her worrying that maybe things arent what she thought they always were. I wanted to shake her and just tell her what was happening to her and her family, all the lies that they told her.

But for now I would sit and watch it unfold before her eyes.

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