Fox Fire

I was walking in the sun, my brown hair blowing around my face, looking almost like fire when the sun hit the right spotlighting my hair up with red. My hands were busy looking for the pencil that I had dropped. I had been looking for a place to sit down and draw my surroundings for an art project at school. I sigh as I find it and a spot to sit. I had found the place my family had cut into a log right behind our old house before it had been demolished. I sit down and I start drawing the surroundings. Many people thought me weird or strange, I had been alone except for my parent's friend Ms. Woda from age 2-to 3. My parents had been killed in a robbery of a store, they both got shot trying to defend the employee. They were both shot in the chest, they died together. I was never mad at them when I figured out that they knew they were going to die. I was just sad that they didn’t tell me then I remembered that they had explained to me about death the day before they died. I had cried for 3 hours when it set in that they didn’t want to upset the future by surviving. I have always respected Ms. Woda, even when I learned that she was the one who prophesied my parents' death. My teachers have always been a little too soft with me for assignments because I also have to clean my house because Ms. Woda was a counselor at my school. I recommend a lot of my friends to her. Not a lot of people know who I am but most of the adults do because they went to my parent's funeral. My parents were some of the more famous people in our small little town. My mother was a lawyer and my father was the Algebra 1 teacher so I would've had him, had he survived. Many students avoided me because they thought of me as a weird sad kid. I suppose that's normal because I suffer from PTSD and anxiety, oh yeah I was also with my parents when they were killed so that's great on a 3-year-olds mind. I do weekly counseling for them, but sometimes that's not enough. I always wake up in the middle of the night because I have night terrors of that day. The paramedics said that the shock wouldn’t last long. Dude think again it’s like I’m in shock every second of every day. My teachers have to constantly remind me to pay attention because I am either thinking of my parents or drawing in my sketchbook. I have always run around school looking for anything to help catch my parents' killer because thankfully my parents were the only casualties. Well not thankfully but anyway you know what I mean. Many people have told me to leave it alone and keep my grades up and homework turned in. Well, since I am a straight-A student and always have extra time after class to finish homework, I have a lot of time to help the officers find this guy. Little do they know I know who it is but I don’t know where they are. The person who killed my parents was a good friend of my mother. Yes ‘mother’ not ‘father’, many people would expect only a man to kill. Trust me, I’ve hung around the police station since my parent's murder and I’ve seen many females there that are charged with assault or murder and theft. A lot of females get arrested every day. A lot of them are young like in their teens and some are adults. A lot of people underestimate the mind of a woman and how crazy they can be. I sit down on the log and I start drawing my surroundings, the trees in detail, the birds in their nests, the leaves falling on the ground, the animal prints on the ground, and a lot of things that many people would overlook. I sigh once I have finished my drawing and I walk back home trying not to trip on leaves and twigs that are littered the ground. My house was a newer model, but it still looked like an older house, the paint was peeling on the outside, weeds climbed up the side of the house, the door squeaked whenever you opened it and the windows were closed and dusty. Many people believed it to be abandoned, and the only reason why the house was like that was that I didn’t really stay there I normally stayed over at Ms. Woda's house or My friend Lilly's. I walk into my house, wincing at the squeak of the hinges. Gonna have to fix that... I sigh as I walk into my room, which is really clean compared to the rest of the house. I put my supplies in my bag and I also picked up a few things that littered my floor. Ugh, laundry day again Grrrr I groan as I pick up my laundry basket. I jump slightly as the doorbell rings throughout the house, I look outside, it was raining. Huh, it was clear a second ago. I set down my hamper and run downstairs to answer the door. I see all the windows open. I groan, I continue to the door. I open the door to see a handsome young man with his brown hair plastered to his face, his red eyes blazing with fear, him shivering with cold. "C-Can I-I come i-in," He says through his chattering teeth, his wolf ears were down as I open the door wider so he could come in. "T-Thank You..." I run to the cupboard and grab a towel, I hand it to him as I run around the house closing the windows. "Sorry about that... I didn't realize it started raining... My name is Lis Ogien by the way." I walk back over to him, my black wolf ears perked and twitching at the slightest sounds.