The Last Female *Complete*

I'm running. I'm always running. From someone or something and to be honest with you. I am so damn tired of it. My name is Fawn. I'm the last full breed female fox. I'm the last of my kind so I'm 'special'... I guess? I feel like a normal, human person since my aunt, my mother and father are not around, has explained my fox nature to me and I just don't get it. I don't have an inner sense of direction in times of clear danger, I've never shown any physical signs of shifting, and I don't ever remember shifting. My aunt insists I have shifted from the ages of 2-5 years old, but ever since then I guess my inner fox has been so stressed it hasn't decided to make itself present since. Ever since my parents passed when I was young I guess it stressed my fox out, and the constant moving. My mother died in a car accident and my father died shortly after in his sleep. So my aunt Lillian took me in and ever since she's kept me safe so I don't question her. She is half fox. Half foxes still exist and are common I am told, but after my mother died I was found to be the last full blood. I am stronger and more in control of my fox. I communicate better with it and being able to control more when I shift is what I've learned. Because of my full blood fox status I am told I am very desirable which I don't quite understand, I'm turning 18 years old in just a few months and I don't really feel like I've even finished developing body parts yet. I've had to move from state to state, once out of country, and now I'm back in the states. I'm in Washington. The state not D.C. I have been in school for a few months, but I am not allowed to make friends or socialise. I am allowed to have one extra curricular activity after school so people don't become suspicious of me and think I'm extra odd or weird. I eat the lunches my aunt makes me because I've had bad experiences with being drugged in the past. I have a prepaid phone that's so old you need to buy minutes so I can call Aunt Lillian in emergencies. I was never allowed to walk home. Those are the rules I follow and live by and I hate them. I get home from school and put my bag in my usual spot and pull out my English homework and sit at the kitchen counter,      "Hey Fawn, how was school?" The usual question.     "Same old same old. You know it would be better if I had friends.. ya know to talk to..?" I mumbled while focusing on my writing. I'm writing an essay on who I think is the greatest American poet and I'm stuck, I can't decide who to choose. Walt Whitman or Edgar Allan Poe. I feel like picking Poe would be a poet that a few people would be already thinking of choosing.     "Which class are you studying for?" Lillian asks     "English, I am deciding to write my essay on Walt Whitman," I reply     "So I know in about 2 months or so... your birthday is coming up.." she shyly brings it up     I nod "Yeah June 17th,"     She sighs "Maybe you need to make a few friends and throw a VERY small party, well gathering more like it.. so you don't seem suspicious to the other kids."  My head jets up from my work. Party?      "You're going to be an adult and don't most kids have parties?" She asks      "I don't know," I answer trying to hold back my excitement. I've never had friends.      "You can invite four people, but that's it." She says firmly. I nod and go back to my work. I'm used to not talking back or arguing. Plus there is no way I'm arguing over a little bit of social interaction. I never get to be 'normal'. After supper I decide to go upstairs and shower. I feel grungy after P.E. class today. So I take my golden light blonde hair out of my bun and it falls down to my mid back and take off my hoodie. My hair looks greasy and my makeup is smeared and oily from the days wear and use. I hop into the shower and wash as much off as I can. When I get out and look in the mirror I can't help to think I look alright without makeup. I'm not a zombie like most girls I go to school with. I've seen them in the locker room re-applying makeup and it's a nightmare.  I head to my room and put on my oversized sweats and my tank top and head to sleep. I keep wondering who I should talk to at school tomorrow so I can invite them to my "gathering" as my aunt Lillian called it and I slowly drift off to sleep.