Unicorns and Poptarts, Yep, It's MJ [ON HOLD]

Prologue [New Character]

It's a weird feeling, stepping out of a car into a new land.

You may not realize it, but it's easy to tell the difference between your old home and your new house. The sights and smells... the feel of the area... Just so strange...

"Lorax, let's get going, we don't want to be late." My father spoke in his soft voice, placing his hand on my shoulder. "You will be going to your camp soon after visiting the house."

I nodded, my shaggy golden locks falling before my face as I did so. "But father, why am I going to this camp?" My mother, the one who had had me and left me at the doorstep to my father's London apartment, had called my father and told him I must go there. Honestly, I don't trust her that it is a camp as she claimed.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to." My father sighed softly, as if something disastrous were about to occur.

With a reassuring smile, I placed my hand onto his shoulder. "Alright, thank you." With that, I placed a light kiss on his cheek.

Lifting my bag off the ground and over my shoulder, I made my way upstairs to the bedroom that had been designated at mine at an earlier date. When the bag was thrown onto the bed, it bounced and hit the wall beside it with a large bang. A nearby full length mirror would have fallen if it hadn't been for my quick catch of it. 

"Wow, maybe I'm a little to strong for these American homes." I chuckled softly, placing the mirror back onto the wall. 

I glanced at myself, brushing the golden-brown curls from my face. Below my hazel eyes and upon my freckles sat dark patches, a gift from jet lag. Chuckling, I laid down my bed, reaching for my beg. 

"I guess it's time for sleep, huh?" Inside the bag sat a small pot of dirt, a thin plastic covering it. After I pulled it out and gently peeled the plastic away, I set the pot on the dusty nightstand beside me. 

"Wake up, love." I cooed, tracing a circle in the dirt with my index finger, a small sprout quickly growing within the circle.

"We have a lot of work to do."

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I quickly sat up, panting and out of breath.

In a mad search, one of my hands reached up, tangling itself into the mess of brown that was supposed to be hair.

"I'm still MJ, thank god..."

I looked down at my chest.

"And I'm still a girl."

Insert sigh of relief here.