Everyone knows what a peeping tom is. But what do you call a girl who peeps?
Prim Peepster?
Peeping Cat. That's what I call myself. I have to name it, have to distinguish it from my normal persona.
Because it's kind of an addiction. A bad addiction. I can't remember exactly when it started but now I can't go a week without getting a fix. The urge to hide, the pleasure in knowing you can uncover the most interesting facts when people think they're alone.
My real name is Sakura Kinomoto. I'm sixteen and short (unbearably so). However, thanks to my small stature I can usually go about my day without being noticed. I'm a fast runner, which always works in my favor.
Tomoeda, my hometown, is small and everyone basically knows me. That actually makes things easier because they never would suspect that cute, sweet little Sakura could be capable of sneaking into high end hotels or buildings, viewing every little secret habit people fall into in the illusion of privacy.
Only one person knows my secret. My best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji. She has her own special little nickname for me, and it always makes me blush. I can't repeat it. It's far too embarrassing.
I'm a junior now. It's been three months since I had a good peep. The urges are still there, but with soccer club and minor sneaking challenges I've given myself, usually I can hold myself back.
But this won't last long. I know because a transfer student from abroad just moved in to the house next to mine, and his room is right in my view. He always leaves the curtain open, and even though there are a few trees in between us, it's nothing compared to what I've snuck through in the past.
The universe has given me the ultimate test. But my curiosity is fierce and I'm afraid I'm going to fail.