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      After, opening up to everyone, letting my true feelings show. I slunk back into silence, I'd lay curled up on my bed all day. I didn't go to school and I stopped talking to everyone. I barely noticed when, Bethany said I was being moved to a different orphanage and school. I didn't notice her packing my provided clothes up and walking me out the door. It felt as if someone else was walking and I was just watching from a front row seat.

     They dropped me off at the new orphanage and someone else came to show me around, maybe a man in his late twenties. He led me thru loud corridors and showed me the school room. Finally, he showed me my room, he said right now I had no roommate so, I should enjoy the privacy.
  Once I was alone, I dropped my suitcase and laid face-down on my bed, with my arms thrown out to the sides. About two hours, went by until I heard a bell, it chimed three times. The man had told me, three meant dinner. I didn't feel like eating so, I didn't move. Eventually, someone brought a tray to my room.
   Weeks went by, maybe even months, the caretakers would drag me outside, then have to drag me back inside. Sometimes they force fed me, or threw me in the shower.

     Then, one night it happened. I was lying on my bed, like normal when, a hand gripped my shoulder. It didn't feel like an adult hand, maybe one of a child's or a young teen.
It jerked me up so fast, my spine popped. I remained unfazed, letting my head loll forward. Another hand followed, it weaved thru my tangled hair, then the fingers curled around a clump of it, and painfully yanked my head back. I cringed slightly, then my eyes locked onto two red ones, they were glowing brightly, thru the darkness. "Hello Em."

    It's voice came as a cold whisper. I felt my heart racing, was I…scared? "Who are you?", I squeaked. "I. Am Monster." I stared in horror, that was what the school kids had called me. "What do you want from me?" He leaned in closer and licked the shell of my ear, then breathed,
                              "Your virginity."

   My eyes widened impossibly. Suddenly, I was thrown back onto my pillow and a shrieking cackle split the air. "Kidding! Ahahehehehehehe!" I didn't move and didn't breathe. He laid down next to me, I got a good look at his face. Light blonde hair, with dirty brown streaks. A somewhat child-ish face, chalk complexion, and a very slim figure. ….He….looked just like me. "Figure it out, Em?" I shook my head. This made his smile stretch until it went from ear to ear, "You will soon."

                                     Three Years Later

      I went tearing down the hall, knocking over anyone, who was stupid enough to get in my way. "Get back here, you brat!" An angry voice bellowed after me but, they were far behind me. I skidded right and took the stairs four at a time. I made it to my room and locked the door. I leaned against the door, giggling crazily, "Slow poke!"
     "What'd you do now?" A voice droned behind me. I turned and faced my roommate, still smiling, "What makes you think I did something?" Then, as if on cue, a chorus of pounds shook the door. "Get out here!!"

       My roommate, Randall, gazed at me from behind his glasses. "What? I asked him if he could dodge a flower pot, and he said, he could." I explained, innocently. Randall blinked at my fake stupidity, then shook his head. I turned back to the door, and called, "Who is it~" "Open the door!!" The jock demanded. "Nice to meet you, Open The Door." He growled and gave once last punch before stomping away. "What a nice boy!" I said, cheerfully.
         "You're such a trouble-maker." Randall mumbled. "Why, thank you." I walked over to my bed and picked up the pillow. "Are you still leaving tonight?" I reached into the pillow case and felt around, "Yeah. You know, you're welcomed to join me." Randall gave me a sad smile but shook his head, "It's going to be awfully quiet without you around, causing havoc." He chuckled.

        My fingers brushed against something smooth and curled around it. I pulled it out and stared at it; a white king, from the Chess game Gabby and I used to play. I put it in my pocket and dropped the pillow. "Find me a successor and have them finish the job." I said, in a military general voice. Randall saluted, "Will do." The bell rang, we counted out four chimes, that was the signal for lights out. I went over to the closet and pulled a rope down from the highest shelf. I'd gotten at least a foot taller over my time here.

      I tied part of it around the leg of my bed and tugged it. It held secure, I pulled the window open. Randall put whatever he was reading, down and walked over to me. Neither of us were very touchy, so we shook hands. I held the rope and carefully climbed out, onto the ledge. We were two stories above the ground, I smiled at Randall, then let go of the rope, his eyes widened in surprise, as I disappeared from sight. My feet hit the ground, with a light thud. I noticed Randall peering down at me, I waved, then turned and walked away.
        I slid thru the orphanage gate and glanced around and noticed a blue and red police light in the distance, along with it's blaring siren. I also noticed a dark figure hurdling down the sidewalk, toward me. There was a good distance between them and the car. It was a man, he was clad in black and had a large sack hanging over his shoulder. I turned the glare of my eyes down, and stepped back, he didn't see me yet so, why let him? Once, he got within spitting range, I stuck out my leg. He tripped and went sprawling on the sidewalk. I stomped on the base of his spine, paralyzing him, and grabbed the sack. He groaned and tried to get up. "Don't move, it'll only hurt worse." I whispered, peeking in the sack. Just as I thought, money. As I stared at the load of cash, hearing the police siren in my ears, I decided what I wanted to do. I wanted…to be a criminal.

Description
      After, opening up to everyone, letting my true feelings show. I slunk back into silence, I'd lay curled up on my bed all day. I didn't go to school and I stopped talking to everyone. I barely noticed when, Bethany said I was being moved to a different orphanage and school. I didn't notice her packing my provided clothes up and walking me out the door. It felt as if someone else was walking and I was just watching from a front row seat.

     They dropped me off at the new orphanage and someone else came to show me around, maybe a man in his late twenties. He led me thru loud corridors and showed me the school room. Finally, he showed me my room, he said right now I had no roommate so, I should enjoy the privacy.
  Once I was alone, I dropped my suitcase and laid face-down on my bed, with my arms thrown out to the sides. About two hours, went by until I heard a bell, it chimed three times. The man had told me, three meant dinner. I didn't feel like eating so, I didn't move. Eventually, someone brought a tray to my room.
   Weeks went by, maybe even months, the caretakers would drag me outside, then have to drag me back inside. Sometimes they force fed me, or threw me in the shower.

     Then, one night it happened. I was lying on my bed, like normal when, a hand gripped my shoulder. It didn't feel like an adult hand, maybe one of a child's or a young teen.
It jerked me up so fast, my spine popped. I remained unfazed, letting my head loll forward. Another hand followed, it weaved thru my tangled hair, then the fingers curled around a clump of it, and painfully yanked my head back. I cringed slightly, then my eyes locked onto two red ones, they were glowing brightly, thru the darkness. "Hello Em."

    It's voice came as a cold whisper. I felt my heart racing, was I…scared? "Who are you?", I squeaked. "I. Am Monster." I stared in horror, that was what the school kids had called me. "What do you want from me?" He leaned in closer and licked the shell of my ear, then breathed,
                              "Your virginity."

   My eyes widened impossibly. Suddenly, I was thrown back onto my pillow and a shrieking cackle split the air. "Kidding! Ahahehehehehehe!" I didn't move and didn't breathe. He laid down next to me, I got a good look at his face. Light blonde hair, with dirty brown streaks. A somewhat child-ish face, chalk complexion, and a very slim figure. ….He….looked just like me. "Figure it out, Em?" I shook my head. This made his smile stretch until it went from ear to ear, "You will soon."

                                     Three Years Later

      I went tearing down the hall, knocking over anyone, who was stupid enough to get in my way. "Get back here, you brat!" An angry voice bellowed after me but, they were far behind me. I skidded right and took the stairs four at a time. I made it to my room and locked the door. I leaned against the door, giggling crazily, "Slow poke!"
     "What'd you do now?" A voice droned behind me. I turned and faced my roommate, still smiling, "What makes you think I did something?" Then, as if on cue, a chorus of pounds shook the door. "Get out here!!"

       My roommate, Randall, gazed at me from behind his glasses. "What? I asked him if he could dodge a flower pot, and he said, he could." I explained, innocently. Randall blinked at my fake stupidity, then shook his head. I turned back to the door, and called, "Who is it~" "Open the door!!" The jock demanded. "Nice to meet you, Open The Door." He growled and gave once last punch before stomping away. "What a nice boy!" I said, cheerfully.
         "You're such a trouble-maker." Randall mumbled. "Why, thank you." I walked over to my bed and picked up the pillow. "Are you still leaving tonight?" I reached into the pillow case and felt around, "Yeah. You know, you're welcomed to join me." Randall gave me a sad smile but shook his head, "It's going to be awfully quiet without you around, causing havoc." He chuckled.

        My fingers brushed against something smooth and curled around it. I pulled it out and stared at it; a white king, from the Chess game Gabby and I used to play. I put it in my pocket and dropped the pillow. "Find me a successor and have them finish the job." I said, in a military general voice. Randall saluted, "Will do." The bell rang, we counted out four chimes, that was the signal for lights out. I went over to the closet and pulled a rope down from the highest shelf. I'd gotten at least a foot taller over my time here.

      I tied part of it around the leg of my bed and tugged it. It held secure, I pulled the window open. Randall put whatever he was reading, down and walked over to me. Neither of us were very touchy, so we shook hands. I held the rope and carefully climbed out, onto the ledge. We were two stories above the ground, I smiled at Randall, then let go of the rope, his eyes widened in surprise, as I disappeared from sight. My feet hit the ground, with a light thud. I noticed Randall peering down at me, I waved, then turned and walked away.
        I slid thru the orphanage gate and glanced around and noticed a blue and red police light in the distance, along with it's blaring siren. I also noticed a dark figure hurdling down the sidewalk, toward me. There was a good distance between them and the car. It was a man, he was clad in black and had a large sack hanging over his shoulder. I turned the glare of my eyes down, and stepped back, he didn't see me yet so, why let him? Once, he got within spitting range, I stuck out my leg. He tripped and went sprawling on the sidewalk. I stomped on the base of his spine, paralyzing him, and grabbed the sack. He groaned and tried to get up. "Don't move, it'll only hurt worse." I whispered, peeking in the sack. Just as I thought, money. As I stared at the load of cash, hearing the police siren in my ears, I decided what I wanted to do. I wanted…to be a criminal.