Chapter 4

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    Four years later.... 

    Bow sat invisibly on the steps to Pawville Elementry School, waiting for it to open. And for... Someone, to come. She saw a teacher, the English teacher she recognized, and scooted to the side to avoid being stepped on. The teacher unlocked the door and went inside, probably to prepare her class. Bow sat and watched as more teachers and students began to file in, but she didn't go in. Then she saw him, the gray kangaroo with a shock of unmistakable red hair. She got to her feet and followed him inside, remaining invisible. They weaved in and out of other students until they reached a classroom, the English room. Vaba sat down at the back, and Bow followed. He sat down and unpacked his stuff, and Bow grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil off a table at the back of the room. They turned invisible as she touched them and she sat down on the floor behind Vaba. After five minutes, everyone was there and the teacher started class. Bow read from Vaba's book and wrote her report on what she read, then waited for someone to finish and go to turn their work in. Finally, a brown dog that Bow recognized as Jacob, went to put his work up. Bow ran up and set hers down where he would place his, but kept a paw on it. As he set his down, Bow let hers go, and it appeared under his. Bow stayed up front as the teacher read Jacob's report and graded his, a B, then noticed Bow's work. "Whose is this..." The teacher muttered, and read it. She graded it, an A-, then stood up. "Can somebody please tell me which student is the one who leaves their work without a signature on my desk and is never seen?" The class all shook their heads, and the teacher sighed and sat back down. Bow went back over to Vaba and watched him, a smile playing at her lips. Then a whisper from behind them distracted her, a bully kid preparing to shoot a spitball at the back of Vaba's head. Bow went quietly over, and as he put his mouth to the end of the straw he was using and breathed in, she put her mouth on the other end and blew. The spitball shot right into his mouth, and he began choking on it. Bow smirked and stifled a laugh, then went back over to Vaba as the boy got help and then in trouble for not paying attention. 

 Later that day... 

  Bow strolled through the part of town behind the school, not invisible now, watching people and houses, hoping to either be recognized by someone she maybe used to know or have a memory triggered. She had walked all over town many times, but never gave up and kept walking every day after school. As it reached near dark, she sighed and walked back towards the part of town full of resturaunts instead of houses. She crept into a bush and turned invisible, then walked back out and towards an outdoor cafe. She selected a table with a couple who were ordering a load of stuff, and waited behind them for their order to come. When it came, Bow waited a few more minutes for them to start eating, then she took little tidbits of the ham mashed potatoes they had and ate them when nobody was looking. Even after years, she felt guilty about stealing, but had no money and was too shy to ask for food. Most people turned her down, not a little rudely, when she'd tried that years ago. Bow didn't eat much, not enough to be noticed and just enough to keep her alive and more or less healthy. But then, she was more interested in trying to find her family and learning at school to be bothered with eating enough. 

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