Status: Keep / Don't keep?

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

One Sweet Night I Knew I Would See A Stranger Who'd Be My Friend

Diary, I am so lonely here! All I have here is a cornfield, an old man, and a radio to keep my hopes of going home up. Soon I'll be starting school, and I'm really nervous about that. Do I make friends? Do I stand out? Or do I be unsocial? Do I be myself? How do I act like a human? I know I have my compact, that changes me so my appearance looks humane, but I don't know how to act like one!

This is my first week on Earth. Mr.Fox isn't that great. I've learned I live in Oklahoma, U.S.A.
I haven't met any new people yet. Mr.Fox is making me go to school.

From, Twilanna Androsenne.
Or, Twila Anderson.


"Twilanna Androsenne! Get your lazy ass out of that bed, or so help me God I will come beat your ass out of there!" Yelled 'Grandpa' Fox from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled, pushing the flowery pink comforter from my legs.

I picked up my purple backpack, filled with human textbooks that were filled with silly things like gravity and physics, and made my way to the bathroom.

I dug my white compact from my jeans pocket, and opened it, looking into the mirror and seeing my true self for the last time today.

"Now nothing fancy, just school clothes." I muttered, running my finger along the touch screen to find to the look.

I came downstairs looking like "a hot mama".

Mr.Fox's jaw dropped when I stepped into the living room, and he blushed and looked away.

"Is this okay?" I asked, looking down at myself.

My leather pants were tight and black, slimming out my legs.

My shirt was a white and pink bare drift tank top, and over that i had a short sleeved black jacket.

My high heels gave me another 3 inchs to my hight, and I do say I looked good for a human.

"Yup. Now the school bus is on it's way go stand outside. Here's your lunch. And by the way Twila?" He said as I was half out the door.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for not being really nice. Have a good day at school, good luck."

I smiled widely at him, and I batted my long black lashes.

"Bye, Papa."