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Quite frankly, the end of the day was a blur. Suddenly, I went from being a lonely, intellectual teen to an intellectual teen with a friend. A friend! Don't confuse this with excitement. I am absolutely terrified. I, the socially awkward individual I am, not only have the social skills of clown with his tongue cut off, but also managed to be best-friended by a high functioning android with boundary issues. To add icing on this run over with ten thousand vodka filled trucks, and one Ferrari (just so that smug bastard driving it can feel my pain as it stains his car's fancy wheels), cake, she knows I'm a girl! You go to outrageous lengths to keep your gender hidden and what does the universe grant you in return for being a civilized being? It glues craft store gems to your forehead, spelling out I have secrets, come and talk to me! I mean for gods' sake, can I just be the quiet kid in the class people forget is there? Please?

No?... Damnit!

SooZee forced an exchange of our numbers. By this point, all I could do was comply to save time. I ended up spending both free and lunch in my tree. What can I say? I was in shock. School finally ended, the bells being sweet gifts from heaven. Their ring so sweet and melodious that I didn't even notice the dull ringing of deafness in my ear kindly left over from the exuberant tune. On any other normal day, I would have looked for Dimitri. But today was one of those days where you're life has gone upside down, your brother is probably getting laid, and heaven forbid you might be late to work. Ah yes work. The angel sent income where all I have to do is stand with my resting bitch face and wait for bills to be thrown at me in the raining comfort of I'll be paying for my college with no need for student loans.

        I'll spare the details as to how I got to work. I got there and that's quite frankly all that matters. The building where I work is a tall, menacing beast standing in the eastern part of Monstropolis. The firm itself is massive but my floor finds itself wedged in between the middle and the top. As I sat in my dressing room, private I might add because I'm some hot shit (god I'm starting to sound like Dimitri), I had to take a moment to get into character.

          See, I have naturally two toned hair that is a very light (ashy maybe?)blond and black. My hair is very, very short. Think a pixie cut with longish bangs. My skin is a very fair green and my face has tones of piercings. I have deep set, golden eyes, even the pupil is a shade of gold. I'm thin, toned, and muscular. I never mentioned this but when I was younger I used to do bare knuckle boxing. It's a Russian thing. I still do it now to get some exercise. I do that and I also play DDR and Just dance. Its a fun sport but my hands look pretty scary. Actually most of my siblings know something. Anya took several self defense courses while in college and Dimitri was in Military school remember. He's probably the best fighter out of all of us but believe me, he's definitely more of a lover.

          Anyways, I'm also 6'1ft or about or about 185cm. I have a fairly muscular physique and also a four pack thing on my stomach, whatever that thing is called. I think I have it solely because when I was younger I had this the urge to have a six pack but I only got this far. Yeah no, boxing doesn't quite give you that six pack of steel. I've never really lost it even though I hardly work out that part of my body. My ears are pointed and I have horns growing out of my head. I don't have ram horns like my sister Anya but rather horns that remind me of Maleficent. Dimitri has the same horns as me but I'm terrified that he's going to file them down. He's trying to be really edgy, well edgier then normal, and want's that Hell Boy look about him. Not a devilish lady killer (he's already that) but the comic character.

        Oh I also have a tail but I normally hide it since it often gets in the way. I have a pretty slender face and a defined jaw. I like the way I look but that is what Kit looks like. Nikita, however, looks very different. Nikita's body is the only thing that resembles Kit. Nikita has no signs of facial piercings. Her hair is long and solid black. She wears whatever she is given; which is often tight and revealing. She doesn't wear glasses nor does she stumble over her own words. Nikita is a completely different monster from Kit, from me.

        As I stand in front of the mirror, I focus on Nikita's appearance. A slightly painful transformation takes place where my hair grows out and my piercings fade away. I clear up my skin a bit but not too much. Makeup will do the rest. Any transformation takes a lot of energy. Nikita is easy to attain but not so much so to maintain. Being a bear, easy. Being a model, painfully difficult. Eventually, my makeup artist comes in. She's been working with me for awhile now. Her name is Junko and she's a Futakuchi-Onna. She's sassy, articulate, and a little bit of a badass woman when it comes to standing her own against the stuck up airheads in this pace. She's in her early twenties. She ran away when she was still in high school and went to beauty school. She's rebellious, but I like her.

      She's very good with makeup, but I guess that's because she has two faces to practice on. Though honestly, everyone's better then me when it comes to makeup, even Dimitri. The only thing I can use a pencil for is writing in print. My cursive looks like some lost language from an ancient, illiterate civilization. But at least my printing is presentable. Junko starts marking up my face. It seems the shoot will be a dark forest themed. "So, Nikita? How's your love life been."

"Who even has time for love?"

"I would think a model that does pretty well for herself might."

"She does not."

"Well as always, the conversation has been riveting. Please, no. There's no need to thank me for the masterpiece conceived on that beautiful canvas of a face you have."

"Thank you."

          "Real enthusiastic," she said and with that she took her leave. I was once again left in the silence of my dressing room. Soon, another monster, an imp, came in pushing the clothing I was to put on. I was right, it was a dark forest themed shoot. I told the imp I could manage, so he left. I then went on my way to putting on the clothing. I was supposed to wear this black leather corset thing that left only my sides and chest covered. My lower back and stomach were left for the cold. Though fortunately, they also supplied me nicely cut leather jacket. The shorts they provided resembled decaying leaves sewn together with thorns. I was given thigh high boots as well. They were tall and resembled that of hiking boots with twigs tied to the heels with grass. The jacket had a hood on it. The pattern on the hood resembled that of a dark forest. I was also given several wooden rings that had different stones and metals decorating them. Copper and tiger's eye were the most occurring.

          After I was dressed, a manster, I think he was an orc, came in and did my hair. He said there wasn't much I had to do. All he did actually was curl my hair in spirals and part it all to one side. The finishing touch was adding a crown of thorns to my head. The look was done. I didn't mind this look at all actually. It was defiantly more conservative then some other shoots (one time they had me in practically a sheet).

        I had an hour until the shoot even began so I did my homework. I never mentioned this but I actually like school. All my siblings are so artsy but I prefer the more intellectual things in life. I love mad science. I mean how can one not. The chemicals, the explosions, the way that all these elements connect the fibers of life as I know it. Its great. It also just clicks for me. The same thing goes for math and english. Although, history is the absolute devil. So boring. I suppose I like learning because it was one of the only things I've done in the past that other kids my age can relate to. Oh, I also need to talk to athletic department about doing something else for my credit. Maybe I can get credit for the boxing. I don't know maybe.

        Anyways, I fiddled around with my work until I finished it. It took me about thirty minutes to get what little homework I had left. School really hasn't been going on long enough for it to give me too much to do. So, I opted to watch a mirror cast. I can only watch the ones from the fairytale dimension at work cause it is way to expensive to pay for on your own. It was the blonde ghoul, I mean girl, who always has the mediocre stories. I wouldn't mind going to the fairytale dimension for a visit. I wonder if my school plays them? Maybe I could start a boxing team at school too. That would be fun. Oh, but I probably wouldn't have time with work and everything. Besides, I also have SooZee to deal with now. Why did she even want to be friends with me? I'm me.

"Nikita, are you ready?"

        I hadn't realized how much time had passed. Just shows how much mindless television rots the brain. "Yes," I reply in that cold as a winter in the woods voice. Sometimes, its just fun acting like a bitch. I don't really think I'm a real bitch though. I'm too socially inept. The shoot was interesting enough. There were a lot of smoke machines. The set was dark and forest like. I was the sort of villain of the depiction. There was this very pretty elf ghoul, she reminded me of a porcelain doll, that wore this long, tattered blue dress that had a victorian feel to it. She was very pale and had blonde hair that was pinned up. What a typical concept. Dark against light, really? I really wish people could be a bit more creative. Despite her sweet appearance, the ghoul was quite the little diva. She kept arguing with the photographer and bitching at her manager. She was acting like such a child.

"Oh shut up," I said.

        Everyone went quiet when I opened my mouth. Well, no going back now. The ghoul's eyes went wide, I suppose she's never been told off by a co-worker. She just looked at me before she began to glare. Clicking her tongue," Excuse me? Who are you to say anything?"

"Who are you to argue with the photographer."

        Her face got all flustered. I hate when people aren't professional. I mean for god sakes you only have to pose for a camera. Seriously, where do people come off to get this kind of adittude. The photographer, he was an oni I believe, began shaking his hands," Ghouls, please. There's no need for this." The elf ghoul stood up in her angry fashion and pointed a judgmental finger," Who is the ghoul? Who does she think she is? Talking to me that way, aah!" I looked at the ghoul and looked at the photographer, who had a desperate look on his face. I then let out an honestly annoyed sigh and started off the set. "AND where do you think your going, huh" The elf ghoul then promptly put her hands on her hips to assert her dominance. "I'm a professional. I don't work with children."

        The look on her face was priceless. "Nikita, darling, please don't be like that," the photographer pleaded. " This inconvenience is no fault of mine. Perhaps next time you should hire a more mature model. For now, we can shoot separately." He looked somewhat relieved by that comment. "Yes of course! Phyrra please return to your dressing room." The elf ghoul, who's name is apparently Phyrra, looked physically repulsed. "Why should I? She should be the one to go second!" Phyrra's manager, who was a minotaur, finally spoke up," That's because he wants to save best for last." The elf ghoul rolled her eyes," Whatever." With that she stormed off the set while giving everything daggers.

"Shall we proceed."

        The shoot didn't take long. It was probably an hour at the most. I went back to the dressing room and plopped down on the couch. I was exhausted. People don't talk about how physically demanding certain poses are. On top of that, I was exhausted from keeping up my transformation so long. I didn't expect for a diva. I slowly slipped back into Kit. Almost instantly, I felt relieved. Tension in my shoulders eased up and my head felt lighter as there was no longer a long, black mane holding it down. I just laid there for awhile, staring at the ceiling. I then shifted my eyes towards the clock. School got out around four and it's now seven. Damn.

        I got up and changed out of my costume and back into my clothes. I put all my piercings back in and headed out. As I headed out the hallway, I could hear some unfortunate noises of Phyrra down a little ways. I quickened my pace in order to avoid the diva. Nikita might be able to handle her but Kit certainty cannot. I was almost to the elevator but suddenly her doll like self stormed out right in front of me. "Well its about time!" She was yelling again. She honestly has one of the most annoying yells I have ever heard. She was flailing about in her angry way until she saw me, boyish figure, backpack, and all. "Who are you?" She looked disgusted again. God, you'd be much prettier if you didn't always look like you were about to spit on my face. I shift my eyes away from her and start walking towards the elevator. "Hey! I'm talking to you," she seems really pissed. I don't really get why. Don't you see I'm just a simple high schooler? Leave me alone!

        I almost dash over to the elevator and she runs after me. What is with this ghoul? I franticly hit the button and slip into the door while pressing the lobby really quickly. The doors were almost finished closing where I say a glimpse of her trying to make it to the door. Fortunately, her dress was really long and big so, she couldn't run very well in it. The doors closed and I began my descent. I really am comforted by running away. I hate that about myself.

        Once I left the building, I walked around a little bit before deciding to go pick up something to eat. I went down this awesome street that was filled with street venders. There were all sorts of food. Asian, alien, german, you name it it! There was something sweet in the air that I couldn't quite place but I sure did follow it! When I finally reached the cart, I realized that they were waffles. Sugary, hot waffles. I never knew how sexy food could be until I gazed upon those damn fine waffles. I ordered a batch and tried my very best not to drool at the sight of them. I may or may not have failed miserably. I paid for my dinner, yes this is my dinner (don't judge), and started towards the subway.

        Before I could enter the station, I saw there was a sign that said there would be some maintenance for the next thirty minutes or so. I just wanna go home! There was a park right near the station so I ate my dinner there. I, of course, did so from the comfort of a tree. I understand that normie cities don't permit tree climbing but monster cities do. Gotta love being a monster. I listened to some music while I ate. I'm not the biggest music person honestly. Don't get me wrong, I like music. It's just I'm not obsessed with it like a lot of teenagers are these days. My brother has pretty good taste though. I pretty much listen to whatever he downloads on my phone. I'm not really sure what it is though. It varies but I still have no idea what it is.

        At long last I got to go home. The metro was as sketchy as always. It was surprisingly busy for it being so late. I road it for about twenty minutes or something. I dunno I stop trying the determine the amount of time that has passed for awhile now. I then had to walk to my apartment building. It took a few minutes, maybe more then a few, before I made it there. I then trudged up to my floor and walked down the hallway. Before I reached the door, I saw something black hanging from the handle. Oh, no. Just as I thought, my sister's hooking up with someone. My sister's black, spiderweb styled, silk underwear swayed a bit from the handle. Damn it Anya! I knew what this meant. It meant I'm not allowed to go into the apartment for awhile.

Suddenly, I heard my text tone. I pulled out my phone slowly. My movements stiffened from the sadness of being locked out of my apartment while my sister got some.

Dimitri: Anya's hooking up with someone so, I gave Sasha our room. I'm crashing at a ghoul's place

Kit: Yeah, I know. I can see the underwear.

Dimitri: Don't we have the classiest big sis? haha

Kit: Define classy, please.

Dimitri: Hey don't be like that. We eldest just like to share the love, that's all! Speaking of sharing the love, I gotta go. See you tomorrow.

Eldest? You're a few minutes older then me.

Kit: Man whore.

Dimitri: You have no idea

        I close my phone in frustration. Well, this is great. I decided to walk further down the hallway to a public balcony. It was late enough to where the sun had gone down. I enjoyed the view though. I like the way the city looks a night with all it's lights. I sat down on the ledge. I know, dangerous. But aren't the young supposed to dumb and reckless? I took this time to take a smoke. Yes, I smoke. I picked it up when I was fourteen from modeling. It's just a good stress reliever for me. I don't smoke a lot but I do smoke. Doctors say I should quit before it becomes a huge problem but I don't really want to. It's my little secret that my family doesn't know, that's comforting. It was the end of my hectic day. I was in shock and just plain tired. I did get up really early today. The silence was nice. Even when it was sort of broken from the night life below, it was still peaceful while I just sat there, taking a drag and staring at the city's lights.

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Quite frankly, the end of the day was a blur. Suddenly, I went from being a lonely, intellectual teen to an intellectual teen with a friend. A friend! Don't confuse this with excitement. I am absolutely terrified. I, the socially awkward individual I am, not only have the social skills of clown with his tongue cut off, but also managed to be best-friended by a high functioning android with boundary issues. To add icing on this run over with ten thousand vodka filled trucks, and one Ferrari (just so that smug bastard driving it can feel my pain as it stains his car's fancy wheels), cake, she knows I'm a girl! You go to outrageous lengths to keep your gender hidden and what does the universe grant you in return for being a civilized being? It glues craft store gems to your forehead, spelling out I have secrets, come and talk to me! I mean for gods' sake, can I just be the quiet kid in the class people forget is there? Please?

No?... Damnit!

SooZee forced an exchange of our numbers. By this point, all I could do was comply to save time. I ended up spending both free and lunch in my tree. What can I say? I was in shock. School finally ended, the bells being sweet gifts from heaven. Their ring so sweet and melodious that I didn't even notice the dull ringing of deafness in my ear kindly left over from the exuberant tune. On any other normal day, I would have looked for Dimitri. But today was one of those days where you're life has gone upside down, your brother is probably getting laid, and heaven forbid you might be late to work. Ah yes work. The angel sent income where all I have to do is stand with my resting bitch face and wait for bills to be thrown at me in the raining comfort of I'll be paying for my college with no need for student loans.

        I'll spare the details as to how I got to work. I got there and that's quite frankly all that matters. The building where I work is a tall, menacing beast standing in the eastern part of Monstropolis. The firm itself is massive but my floor finds itself wedged in between the middle and the top. As I sat in my dressing room, private I might add because I'm some hot shit (god I'm starting to sound like Dimitri), I had to take a moment to get into character.

          See, I have naturally two toned hair that is a very light (ashy maybe?)blond and black. My hair is very, very short. Think a pixie cut with longish bangs. My skin is a very fair green and my face has tones of piercings. I have deep set, golden eyes, even the pupil is a shade of gold. I'm thin, toned, and muscular. I never mentioned this but when I was younger I used to do bare knuckle boxing. It's a Russian thing. I still do it now to get some exercise. I do that and I also play DDR and Just dance. Its a fun sport but my hands look pretty scary. Actually most of my siblings know something. Anya took several self defense courses while in college and Dimitri was in Military school remember. He's probably the best fighter out of all of us but believe me, he's definitely more of a lover.

          Anyways, I'm also 6'1ft or about or about 185cm. I have a fairly muscular physique and also a four pack thing on my stomach, whatever that thing is called. I think I have it solely because when I was younger I had this the urge to have a six pack but I only got this far. Yeah no, boxing doesn't quite give you that six pack of steel. I've never really lost it even though I hardly work out that part of my body. My ears are pointed and I have horns growing out of my head. I don't have ram horns like my sister Anya but rather horns that remind me of Maleficent. Dimitri has the same horns as me but I'm terrified that he's going to file them down. He's trying to be really edgy, well edgier then normal, and want's that Hell Boy look about him. Not a devilish lady killer (he's already that) but the comic character.

        Oh I also have a tail but I normally hide it since it often gets in the way. I have a pretty slender face and a defined jaw. I like the way I look but that is what Kit looks like. Nikita, however, looks very different. Nikita's body is the only thing that resembles Kit. Nikita has no signs of facial piercings. Her hair is long and solid black. She wears whatever she is given; which is often tight and revealing. She doesn't wear glasses nor does she stumble over her own words. Nikita is a completely different monster from Kit, from me.

        As I stand in front of the mirror, I focus on Nikita's appearance. A slightly painful transformation takes place where my hair grows out and my piercings fade away. I clear up my skin a bit but not too much. Makeup will do the rest. Any transformation takes a lot of energy. Nikita is easy to attain but not so much so to maintain. Being a bear, easy. Being a model, painfully difficult. Eventually, my makeup artist comes in. She's been working with me for awhile now. Her name is Junko and she's a Futakuchi-Onna. She's sassy, articulate, and a little bit of a badass woman when it comes to standing her own against the stuck up airheads in this pace. She's in her early twenties. She ran away when she was still in high school and went to beauty school. She's rebellious, but I like her.

      She's very good with makeup, but I guess that's because she has two faces to practice on. Though honestly, everyone's better then me when it comes to makeup, even Dimitri. The only thing I can use a pencil for is writing in print. My cursive looks like some lost language from an ancient, illiterate civilization. But at least my printing is presentable. Junko starts marking up my face. It seems the shoot will be a dark forest themed. "So, Nikita? How's your love life been."

"Who even has time for love?"

"I would think a model that does pretty well for herself might."

"She does not."

"Well as always, the conversation has been riveting. Please, no. There's no need to thank me for the masterpiece conceived on that beautiful canvas of a face you have."

"Thank you."

          "Real enthusiastic," she said and with that she took her leave. I was once again left in the silence of my dressing room. Soon, another monster, an imp, came in pushing the clothing I was to put on. I was right, it was a dark forest themed shoot. I told the imp I could manage, so he left. I then went on my way to putting on the clothing. I was supposed to wear this black leather corset thing that left only my sides and chest covered. My lower back and stomach were left for the cold. Though fortunately, they also supplied me nicely cut leather jacket. The shorts they provided resembled decaying leaves sewn together with thorns. I was given thigh high boots as well. They were tall and resembled that of hiking boots with twigs tied to the heels with grass. The jacket had a hood on it. The pattern on the hood resembled that of a dark forest. I was also given several wooden rings that had different stones and metals decorating them. Copper and tiger's eye were the most occurring.

          After I was dressed, a manster, I think he was an orc, came in and did my hair. He said there wasn't much I had to do. All he did actually was curl my hair in spirals and part it all to one side. The finishing touch was adding a crown of thorns to my head. The look was done. I didn't mind this look at all actually. It was defiantly more conservative then some other shoots (one time they had me in practically a sheet).

        I had an hour until the shoot even began so I did my homework. I never mentioned this but I actually like school. All my siblings are so artsy but I prefer the more intellectual things in life. I love mad science. I mean how can one not. The chemicals, the explosions, the way that all these elements connect the fibers of life as I know it. Its great. It also just clicks for me. The same thing goes for math and english. Although, history is the absolute devil. So boring. I suppose I like learning because it was one of the only things I've done in the past that other kids my age can relate to. Oh, I also need to talk to athletic department about doing something else for my credit. Maybe I can get credit for the boxing. I don't know maybe.

        Anyways, I fiddled around with my work until I finished it. It took me about thirty minutes to get what little homework I had left. School really hasn't been going on long enough for it to give me too much to do. So, I opted to watch a mirror cast. I can only watch the ones from the fairytale dimension at work cause it is way to expensive to pay for on your own. It was the blonde ghoul, I mean girl, who always has the mediocre stories. I wouldn't mind going to the fairytale dimension for a visit. I wonder if my school plays them? Maybe I could start a boxing team at school too. That would be fun. Oh, but I probably wouldn't have time with work and everything. Besides, I also have SooZee to deal with now. Why did she even want to be friends with me? I'm me.

"Nikita, are you ready?"

        I hadn't realized how much time had passed. Just shows how much mindless television rots the brain. "Yes," I reply in that cold as a winter in the woods voice. Sometimes, its just fun acting like a bitch. I don't really think I'm a real bitch though. I'm too socially inept. The shoot was interesting enough. There were a lot of smoke machines. The set was dark and forest like. I was the sort of villain of the depiction. There was this very pretty elf ghoul, she reminded me of a porcelain doll, that wore this long, tattered blue dress that had a victorian feel to it. She was very pale and had blonde hair that was pinned up. What a typical concept. Dark against light, really? I really wish people could be a bit more creative. Despite her sweet appearance, the ghoul was quite the little diva. She kept arguing with the photographer and bitching at her manager. She was acting like such a child.

"Oh shut up," I said.

        Everyone went quiet when I opened my mouth. Well, no going back now. The ghoul's eyes went wide, I suppose she's never been told off by a co-worker. She just looked at me before she began to glare. Clicking her tongue," Excuse me? Who are you to say anything?"

"Who are you to argue with the photographer."

        Her face got all flustered. I hate when people aren't professional. I mean for god sakes you only have to pose for a camera. Seriously, where do people come off to get this kind of adittude. The photographer, he was an oni I believe, began shaking his hands," Ghouls, please. There's no need for this." The elf ghoul stood up in her angry fashion and pointed a judgmental finger," Who is the ghoul? Who does she think she is? Talking to me that way, aah!" I looked at the ghoul and looked at the photographer, who had a desperate look on his face. I then let out an honestly annoyed sigh and started off the set. "AND where do you think your going, huh" The elf ghoul then promptly put her hands on her hips to assert her dominance. "I'm a professional. I don't work with children."

        The look on her face was priceless. "Nikita, darling, please don't be like that," the photographer pleaded. " This inconvenience is no fault of mine. Perhaps next time you should hire a more mature model. For now, we can shoot separately." He looked somewhat relieved by that comment. "Yes of course! Phyrra please return to your dressing room." The elf ghoul, who's name is apparently Phyrra, looked physically repulsed. "Why should I? She should be the one to go second!" Phyrra's manager, who was a minotaur, finally spoke up," That's because he wants to save best for last." The elf ghoul rolled her eyes," Whatever." With that she stormed off the set while giving everything daggers.

"Shall we proceed."

        The shoot didn't take long. It was probably an hour at the most. I went back to the dressing room and plopped down on the couch. I was exhausted. People don't talk about how physically demanding certain poses are. On top of that, I was exhausted from keeping up my transformation so long. I didn't expect for a diva. I slowly slipped back into Kit. Almost instantly, I felt relieved. Tension in my shoulders eased up and my head felt lighter as there was no longer a long, black mane holding it down. I just laid there for awhile, staring at the ceiling. I then shifted my eyes towards the clock. School got out around four and it's now seven. Damn.

        I got up and changed out of my costume and back into my clothes. I put all my piercings back in and headed out. As I headed out the hallway, I could hear some unfortunate noises of Phyrra down a little ways. I quickened my pace in order to avoid the diva. Nikita might be able to handle her but Kit certainty cannot. I was almost to the elevator but suddenly her doll like self stormed out right in front of me. "Well its about time!" She was yelling again. She honestly has one of the most annoying yells I have ever heard. She was flailing about in her angry way until she saw me, boyish figure, backpack, and all. "Who are you?" She looked disgusted again. God, you'd be much prettier if you didn't always look like you were about to spit on my face. I shift my eyes away from her and start walking towards the elevator. "Hey! I'm talking to you," she seems really pissed. I don't really get why. Don't you see I'm just a simple high schooler? Leave me alone!

        I almost dash over to the elevator and she runs after me. What is with this ghoul? I franticly hit the button and slip into the door while pressing the lobby really quickly. The doors were almost finished closing where I say a glimpse of her trying to make it to the door. Fortunately, her dress was really long and big so, she couldn't run very well in it. The doors closed and I began my descent. I really am comforted by running away. I hate that about myself.

        Once I left the building, I walked around a little bit before deciding to go pick up something to eat. I went down this awesome street that was filled with street venders. There were all sorts of food. Asian, alien, german, you name it it! There was something sweet in the air that I couldn't quite place but I sure did follow it! When I finally reached the cart, I realized that they were waffles. Sugary, hot waffles. I never knew how sexy food could be until I gazed upon those damn fine waffles. I ordered a batch and tried my very best not to drool at the sight of them. I may or may not have failed miserably. I paid for my dinner, yes this is my dinner (don't judge), and started towards the subway.

        Before I could enter the station, I saw there was a sign that said there would be some maintenance for the next thirty minutes or so. I just wanna go home! There was a park right near the station so I ate my dinner there. I, of course, did so from the comfort of a tree. I understand that normie cities don't permit tree climbing but monster cities do. Gotta love being a monster. I listened to some music while I ate. I'm not the biggest music person honestly. Don't get me wrong, I like music. It's just I'm not obsessed with it like a lot of teenagers are these days. My brother has pretty good taste though. I pretty much listen to whatever he downloads on my phone. I'm not really sure what it is though. It varies but I still have no idea what it is.

        At long last I got to go home. The metro was as sketchy as always. It was surprisingly busy for it being so late. I road it for about twenty minutes or something. I dunno I stop trying the determine the amount of time that has passed for awhile now. I then had to walk to my apartment building. It took a few minutes, maybe more then a few, before I made it there. I then trudged up to my floor and walked down the hallway. Before I reached the door, I saw something black hanging from the handle. Oh, no. Just as I thought, my sister's hooking up with someone. My sister's black, spiderweb styled, silk underwear swayed a bit from the handle. Damn it Anya! I knew what this meant. It meant I'm not allowed to go into the apartment for awhile.

Suddenly, I heard my text tone. I pulled out my phone slowly. My movements stiffened from the sadness of being locked out of my apartment while my sister got some.

Dimitri: Anya's hooking up with someone so, I gave Sasha our room. I'm crashing at a ghoul's place

Kit: Yeah, I know. I can see the underwear.

Dimitri: Don't we have the classiest big sis? haha

Kit: Define classy, please.

Dimitri: Hey don't be like that. We eldest just like to share the love, that's all! Speaking of sharing the love, I gotta go. See you tomorrow.

Eldest? You're a few minutes older then me.

Kit: Man whore.

Dimitri: You have no idea

        I close my phone in frustration. Well, this is great. I decided to walk further down the hallway to a public balcony. It was late enough to where the sun had gone down. I enjoyed the view though. I like the way the city looks a night with all it's lights. I sat down on the ledge. I know, dangerous. But aren't the young supposed to dumb and reckless? I took this time to take a smoke. Yes, I smoke. I picked it up when I was fourteen from modeling. It's just a good stress reliever for me. I don't smoke a lot but I do smoke. Doctors say I should quit before it becomes a huge problem but I don't really want to. It's my little secret that my family doesn't know, that's comforting. It was the end of my hectic day. I was in shock and just plain tired. I did get up really early today. The silence was nice. Even when it was sort of broken from the night life below, it was still peaceful while I just sat there, taking a drag and staring at the city's lights.