When I woke, I just thought it would be a regular old, boring, tiring morning. And I was right until I tried getting out of bed. I looked past my night stand, and into the large, full view mirror and I couldn't see anything more bizarre. I felt sweat run down my brow. I saw that I didn't have a brow. I didn't have a regular face, a regular body, or even a regular voice. I didn't even have a voice. I felt like screaming in sorrow, pain and a whole fiasco of emotion raging through my body. I was trying to regain composure in my helpless, uncontrolled body. I saw my giant, clawed extremities move. I tried to stand, unable to find the ability to hold the weight and I stumbled. I looked in the mirror and I saw the white gleam erupt from my current fur shape me back to my regular pale, smooth skin and blond hair. I had a serious power, and there might've been amazing beauty in it, but now I couldn't be in sight until I could control it.
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FantasíaWhen 15 year old Jackie wakes to a horrible discovery. She has to hide from everyone, running. You might think of a regular run, but you can't be farther from the truth...
