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"See you later!" You wave to your friend as you begin your short trek home from her house. "Be careful!" She called back from the front of her house. She then said something in Japanese that you believed was the equivalent to what she had just said in English. Your friend was a quarter American, her father being half, and she lived half her life in Japan. She kept almost a flawless "perfect Japanese" mask but you knew all the cracks. She was a huge trouble maker and loved being in America, though she will never admit it. You have a feeling all her cracks in her mask were your fault but oh well, that made her more interesting. You wrap your

"[Name], get away from the window!" You scoffed and replied, "Now you care if I'm seen? Really?" Your teacher sighed and threw their hands up, as if saying they give up. You weren't scared of a psychotic killer…well, maybe just a tad bit, but it wasn't like you were scared shitless to the point of wetting yourself. No, no – you actually were curious about this man. The footsteps eventually reached the wooden door. The lights were all off, so it might have been difficult for the intruder to see, but you never really know. You quietly moved your body against the door. The others thought you were crazy, but that wasn't surprising. Yo