2 Chapter 1

What type of fourteen year old kid finds an eight by eight face, covered by gray pixelated hair, with only a hint of green eyes, interesting? What about it? Why would they find a totally gray game character with barley any skin showing, attractive? Why would they pick to play as that character over all the others. Like that watermelon one. Or the rainbow one over there, or maybe that cute little girl one with a basket of apples. But no... this 14 year old girl chose the gray one. Wearing the hoodie. The one with green eyes being the only color on the entire character.

This girl used that character, in a world made of 16*16 blocks, the girl used the character to make a two story house, with all the essentials for the game, but also a flower pot in a window with a black tulip. A painting on the wall of a person, in an ally, with a spider twice as large as he is. A dark blue bed, instead of the default red. A bird on a perch. Two fish in a tank, with a bright piece of coral.

This girl never writes anything, other than homework. The homework show as normal to any one who looks at it, except that girl. The girl listens to music often, especially when doing her homework, But when she goes in too her room the head phones come off.

In her room she has all her belongings. A desk she never uses. A locket given to her. A wide array of pencils, pens, sketch pads, watercolor paper, paints, duct tape. Her next Halloween costume, still a work in progress. A bed covered in more blankets then anyone bothered to count, for she was always cold, no mater the temperature.

Why would a 14 year old girl draw pictures of beaten people? often girls. Why would a 14 year old girl draw pictures of violence, when no one has ever lifted a hand against another in her presence. Why would she draw people crying, always crying.

Most important of all why, no, How would a 14 year old girl in a public school she has been in for every day of her education manage to have every single person in it trying to guess her name? How does she have a reputation for being someone you don't want to mess with, without ever one laying a finger on anyone? Unfortunately that's my job to figure out now. She has gone through every single person in my firm, I'm a physiologist, and no one has figured her out. I'm the last one, the last try at fixing this little girl. As she went through the firm several people gave her diagnoses. One gave her depression, the next Dr. disproved that and labeled her psychotic, the next Dr proved that impossible, and it just continued like that till it got to me. The latest label was "autistic and uncooperative."

She walked in to my office. The first doctor that talked to her was Italian and called her "Kara" and the name stuck.

"Hello Kara! How are you today." I said. She responded with "I'm fine, and you?" Which immediately removed the question of both autism and uncooperative. I said "just fine, to jump right in to it I'm sure you know the drill by now come sit down, I have to explain this for legal reasons so just bear with me." "Ok." She responded with almost no inflection to her tone, either she was really bored or she was hiding something. "I'm going to show you flash cards and you tell me what you see ok? I explained. She responded with a cheerful "okey dokey!" I showed her the first card. She tells me it looks like a base ball, I show her the next car and she says the same thing.

Damn, that little girl was quoting Charlie Brown to me! I told her, "ok, cut the funny business, and tell me what you actually see." I showed her the next card. She immediately responded with "Card 285 of card series 43, from physiatrists tools, in China." Double damn. Now I see why all the others referred her on. I tried something else.

"Ok Kara, I'm going to say a word, and you say what you think of when you hear it ok?" "Ok! She replied without hesitation.

I said "Home." She said "house"

I said "friends" she said "lots"

I said "safe" she said "bank"

We continued like this for a while, when I finally stopped it, it was because I realized that all the answers she was giving were very precisely a tiny bit off from all the text book answers for "normal" this girl was a lost cause, and there was no way I was breaking through that tough shell, none at all. "You are dismissed Kara" I said. Without a word she stood up and walked out.