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Fox 007: Fox Report

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[AN: This is the Seventh in the Fox Tale series.  Please read them in order.]
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Part Seven: Fox Report

     Mom came in and sat on my bed, "Gone at last," she sighed.
     I had un-boxed and plugged in my computer, but it just sat there running the screen saver while struggled through Algebra.  "Sorry I wasn't any help unloading."
     "No, no.  Even I was just directing.  Lifting and moving is their job.  But there is plenty to still be done so you are not missing out."
     "That's good," I answered automatically.  After a pause and I got to the end of a problem, I spun around in my chair.  "It was a weird day, but not altogether bad.  Good, I think, actually."
     "That's good." She smiled then continued, "Your friend, Mags... She's nice, eh?"
     "Yeah.  I was like 'Whoa.' You know?  Are you going to volunteer with the band?"
     "Yeah, I think I am, unless you really don't want me to."
     I shrugged.
     "Is she...?"
     It took me a moment to suss out her unfinished question and then I felt a little irritation that my mom, one, did not just come out and ask if Mags was gay, two, was wondering if she was, but I pushed that aside.  She knows it could matter to me a great deal.  "No, just really friendly.  Adopted me as her sister."
     "Oh, that's nice," she smiled.
     "Think she'll be a good influence on me?"
     "Yes, but not like you think I mean.  You could use to be more friendly and outgoing and... free."
     "I want to be."  I looked at the doorknob, then around the frame and back to the knob.  "And I would be, only..."
     "Only what, sweetie," Mom encouraged to keep me from just trailing off as I tended to do.
     I took in a breath of resolution, "I would be if I could be.  It's not that I want to find a girlfriend, or anything like that.  I just want to find people who will accept me for me, even with the way I think and all."
     "I know and I want you to have friends, real friends that accept you for who you are."
     "But how can I find them safely.  Once it is known, it can't be unknown and I have to stay with these people.  I cannot choose who I am in class with.  And, if I was a different colour, looked different or something, it would be easier in a way, because no one is going to like, be my friend then suddenly say, 'eek! You're green!' you know?"
     "I know, sweetie.  No, I don't know what it is like, but I can understand what it is to think you know someone, only to-"
     "Please don't bring Dad into this.  Not now. "
     "Okay, okay, but you know what I say about this, what I have always said."
     At that reminder, I couldn't not look at the door.  "And I do value your opinion Mom, and counsel, even if I can't don't follow it."
     We sat there quietly for a moment, just waiting, thinking, letting the conversation sink a bit, until my stomach rumbled with apparent acoustical vigor.
     "It may not be much of a proper supper, but I have muffins.  Raspberry, your favourite?"
     I put my head on my desk with a thump and a groan.
     "You don't want one?"
     "I do! I do!" I said with exasperation and a grin.  "I have wanted one all day, but I had almost managed to forget about her - this weird and annoying and... curious girl!"
     Mom laughed a little at my reaction and listened with wrapped enthusiasm as I recounted my day, starting with my first sighting.
     "I wasn't even sure I had seen her at all, but when she wasn't in the hall, obviously she was in one of the classrooms."
     I kind of skimmed over German a bit, but recounted the way Fox's red hair was like a beacon in the river wild and how I nearly ran into her more than once.  As for her working in the bakery, Mom said that she knew the school had some work-study programs and thought that they seemed aimed at people who were going to be working after high school rather than going to a university.
     "Or working to pay for college?" I added perhaps more defensively than necessary.  "I mean, who would you rather hire, an eighteen year old with no experience, or one with a couple of year under her belt.  And she may have more options open to her because of training, so more pay for the hours and a better position."
     "Sounds like you have been thinking about this quite a bit."
     "You mean thinking about her, and yes I have and it has been driving me crazy."
     "Do you know anything about her?"
     "Nope, and I don't need to.  Not like that, anyway.  Someone like that would never be interested in someone like me."  The whole 'Your type' thing weighed on me.
     The conversation hit one of those still points once more and Mom said she was going to fetch me a muffin so I could get back to my homework.

* * * * *

     My dreams that night were filled with foxes and chasing them through the woods.  I was just walking, in my dream, down a dark and foggy path.  It did not seem odd at the time, but I was wearing a black, or very dark brown hooded cloak like something right out of a fantasy film.  It wasn't night quite yet, but it was dark from overcast and the shadow of the trees.  A fox darted across the path and I set to give chase.  Just a few steps off the path and into the woods, the trees had started to gradually turn to stone the deeper in and further from the path I ran; granite, old with moss and lichen.  I ignored this, or did not realise it at all during the context of the dream, but chased on after the fox, just catching glimpses of ears or tail among the stone trees.  When I caught up to it, it turned to me in apparent surrender.  It looked up to me, but wore my own face I see every morning in the mirror.

[You have been reading the seventh installment of the Fox Tale Series by Lady Quindecim.]
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[I hope you have enjoyed this installment]
Chole has a better conversation with her mum than she did this morning and deconstruct some of her day. And, she has a dream...

If this is the first one you are reading, by all means please stop and read the first one [link] first, then proceed in order, if you would be so kind.

And if you like it/them, let me know. If you do not, I would still like to know. If you are completely indifferent and do not feel it is worth your time to comment, that's okay, you can let me know that as well.


Part One: Fox at First Sight → [link]
Part Two: Foxy Lady → [link]
Part Three: Still a Fox → [link]
Part Four: Fellowship of the Fox → [link]
Part Five: Fox Free Period → [link]
Part Six: Fox, but not Forgotten → [link]
Part Seven: Fox Report → You are Here ←
Part Eight: Fox in socks → [link]
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Macadamiannutjob's avatar
I appreciate the conversation between Chole and her mom. I envy it a little as I myself have never had such conversations with my own mother lol.
The dream has me thinking, obviously she's obsessed with Fox lol, but I find it interesting in the end she's looking at herself. My interpretation is as follows and will be great amusement for you ;)
obviously she wants Fox more than a friend but knows that is dangerous since the odds are against her and she would have to open up to Fox about her sexuality.
The only way to catch fox is to surrender her secret and allow herself to trust not only fox but her own instincts.
End of interpretation. =P