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That night, Jeff was waiting for Circe by the school with a suitcase as instructed. The girl's sillouhette finally came into view, then the moonlight lit her face up. She looked like she was Aphrodite's daughter. "What are we doing?" he asked anxiously.
"Finding my dad." the brave Neko had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. "Let's go."
Jeff didn't argue; he just followed Circe as she walked through the night, lit by the moon like she was a match lit by a lighter. No, he didn't think that was quite right. He had to come up with a clever simile sometime soon.
"And your parents are fine with this?" Jeff asked Circe.
"Oh, yeah. They knew I'd leave eventually ever since that weird thing happened on one of my birthdays..." Circe's voice trailed off, then piped back up. "You?"
"Ah, they don't care about me. Wasn't expected anyway. They're actually avoiding me because of what I am. Probably wouldn't notice if I ran away; plus they're just drunks. Mom's a stripper, which isn't awesome at all."