I may have screamed, but I think I'd run out of voice. I just kept staring back at those eyes… those eyes that I was seeing from, but were not mine. These… they were luminous and intelligent, colored like aged paper… At the moment, they were filled with immense terror. I must have looked at that reflection for hours before finally hearing the outside conversation.
"Graham." Teague bellowed, "Tell me what's going on and don't you dare pretend like you have no idea what I'm talking about. You know what's happening; my dad, Tali, Mumik—now Fisher?" Finally I broke the dead stare with myself, craning my head against the door even though I heard it all perfectly. Whose Tali and Mumik? They're going through the same thing? They're shape-shifters? So… I wasn't alone?
Graham Cracker sighed, "Teague, it's just something that happens sometimes, okay? You'll probably come down with it in a few years."
Whoa, whoa, WHOA! SCHNEAGUE IS GONNA BE A FUCKING SHAPE-SHIFTER,TOO? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, ANOTHER KIND OF PUBERTY ISSUE? God, what the shit is wrong with this world? Is everyone a shape-shifter and they just don't tell you and let you suffer through your wild imagination and serious fucking pain?
Oh, wait. What am I thinking? It's the world; of course it's out to get you. Ah, fuck it all to Hell. My strangely-shaped cat ears pressed harder against the door.
"Great, so… PREPARE ME FOR WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS, GRAHAM." Teague hissed, "Does Fisher know? Where is she, anyway? FISHER, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE."
My eyes flew wide open and I scrambled away from the door. I was still a fucking leopard—if Schneague was smart-enough to put two and two together, he'd get me. I don't think Graham wanted him to know; if he did, he'd probably have been told from birth about it. Not to mention Schneague might freak out and call the cops and from there they'll inform the FBI who will hand me off to Area 51 and then dissect me to the point where I have no vital organs and will die a lonely, fat, shape-shifting, teenage girl. And I plan on going out with a BANG, not without a spleen. I may not know what it did, but I sure as fuck wanted it with me when I died.
The knock on the door brought me back to attention. I skittered across the room, unwisely choosing a very, very small spot between the counter and the toilet.
"Fisher?" I heard Teague hiss, "Fisher, are you in there?"
He couldn't just waltz in here. I was a fucking LEOPARD, for fuckshit's sake. My mouth opened slightly, blurting out, "Raaahhhh…" It sounded human-ish enough. There was silence.
Then, "Great; get your ass out here. No more objective third-party observer, I know you know something."
I panicked. How was I supposed to respond to that? "Arhhhh…" I muttered in a deep voice, attempt at trying to sound human left in vain.
"Too bad, I'm coming in and getting you out." The door knob jiggled.
"Teague," I heard Graham interrupt, "What if she's got The Shits? Leave her alone." My claws were digging into the wooden floor deeply, leaving huge gashes. At least it was behind the toilet.
The doorknob stopped jiggling. "Fishers, you got the Shits?"
I was about to make another grunt when my shape changed so quickly I couldn't get out from behind the toilet. So, basically, my entire fucking body was stuck behind the shitter.
After grumbling some cynical phrase even unintelligible to me, I answered, "Yeah, but I don't think these are The Shits you're talking about. Get in here, I'm stuck." Thank God my clothes hadn't ripped this time.
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Ficção AdolescenteOverlooked my whole life, living in the shadow of my brother. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't smart. I loved food and was overall hostile. Maybe this is why no one bothered to tell me I was adopted? Let alone mythical creature?
