Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: See?! Im updating :) (Only because I have receive threats *gasps )
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Invisible: (adjective) not visible, not perceptible by the human eye; withdrawn from or out of sight; not perceptible or discernible by the mind; concealed from public knowledge
Concealed from public knowledge.
In this chapter of my life, and career, you will know me as Kiki. I am sweet, I am innocent. I am a five year old. With a job that you would never expect a five year old to have.
Im pretending to be a kindergartner. I will sit in a stuffy classroom with a group of children, writing with fat crayons. I will be considered the most advanced child in my class.
That is because I am. I am highly trained. Skilled even. I read Shakespeare's sonnets at the age of 2. Some find this abnormal. For me, it has always been normal.
My current station. A young couples house in a small suburb of a town called Cincinnati. It is cold, it is musky, and I hate it. They live in a small little home, their basement is larger then the whole house. There is one bathroom. There are 2 bedrooms. The living room is the kitchen.
I remember every detail. The rough, cold wood floors. The dust that flew about. The black box that was glued to the front of the home.
I hated this suburb. I was staying there until my next station was assigned. Until then. I would remain miserable. The couple was annoying. They treated me like a child. But I put up with it, because I was supposed to be one.
I was supposed to be an orphan that they adopted. My story was not sketchy. It was flawless. To flawless. As it always was.
I am perfect. I was made to be perfect.
Nothing else.