I wrote this piece in the tram (ironically enough). I tried to write simplistically out of a child's point of view. However this child is quite sociopathic and not exactly one you'd be lucky to meet. She reminds me of myself, without the rough psychotic edge she has. I guess I was writing a bit of a "what if" story had I gone completely wrong and not found love and understanding soon enough.

Anyhow, here it is!

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Steadily the tram continued its course. The city; trees, pavement, cars and humans, all rushed together creating a somewhat colorful blur. Not colorful enough, she thought. Winter was always dull. Though the crisp air seemed to have inherited a new freshness, the colors were dull. The colorblind season, she thought. Black, grey and white were the only main components making out the blur of the view from her seat. That’s why she loved creature’s fluid things. She liked that color. She always loved sitting by windows. Observing had always been her favorite way to make the hours seem shorter.

Peering out of the window, she felt as if she were in a zoo. She brushed a strand of hair from her eye. She loved her long curtain of hair. She could look out, but nobody could look in. Just like those tinted windows on limousines, she thought. She had always wondered why she preferred to hide. She knew she was different from creatures, just not why.

I love this zoo, she thought. But at zoos, the furry creatures were smarter than the similar creatures. The people thought they were studying creatures. The furry creatures were studying them. It was much like her interest in them. The most they gave her was a quick glance and an expression of discomfort or disapproval. Peering out from the window she once again caught glimpse of those creatures similar to her. They were similar, but different; different but similar. She let out a weak smile. That’s rare for me to do, she thought.

Although the crowd was large, it was like looking over a vast sea. It was monotonic. It was all the same. She didn’t like that. Her smile turned into a frown. Once again she pondered why the creatures were there. Why weren’t they dead? She took out her school book and looked in it again. I’m confused, she thought. In school, they taught her about biology. She loved to learn. Sadly they didn’t want her to learn much. She always wondered why people held back.

Biology was a nice subject. She learned all about how creatures worked. She liked that. However it still didn’t answer her questions. She opened the book to her latest assignment. She gazed in amazement at the diagram of the creature. She looked at its breathing things and fluid things. She was fascinated. However it still didn’t answer her question. Why were creatures alive? Were they really alive?

Maybe they just exist, she thought. She longed so much to find out how creatures worked. She longed so much to have her questions answered. She had tried many things to answer her questions. Many many things, she thought. She had studied creatures breathing things and fluid things. However her questions still weren’t answered.

Creatures didn’t answer her questions. That’s when she had to look at their breathing and fluid things, and sometimes their thinking things. My questions are never answered, she thought. She always had been told what she did was wrong. She was just answering her questions though…. or rather, trying to. Creatures didn’t understand. She asked them why. Her answers weren’t answered. Then she looked at their things again.

Sometimes it was quite messy and smelly. She didn’t like that. Other creatures did though. The furry creatures did. She never looked at the furry creature’s things. She didn’t have to. Her questions about them were always answered. Furry creatures made sense. As long as she was happy and the furry creatures were happy, all was well. Her questions would be answered. Somehow.