Hi, my name is Clover Jackson and I am just about to turn 17.
At this very moment I am sitting in my dads old red truck, my head stuck to the window. My younger brother, Liam, sat in the back blaring music into his eardrums whilst glaring out the window.
"Are we there yet?" Liam complained for the tenth time.
"No" my dad answered. Even though my brother had asked heaps, my dad was still calm.
"Dad, I still don't understand while we had to move anyways." I moaned into the cool glass, rain droplets streaked the window.
"I have told you a million times Clover, we are moving to Highfield because my job is calling, it's as simple as that." he replied.
"Yeah, but why can't another engineer go and build stupid buildings in this stupid town. It's stupid." I answered defiantly.
"I'm the best there is!" my dad chuckled.
I laughed at his comment, he probably was the best engineer that I knew. Not that I knew many engineers though.
My dad started talking about how Highfield is very under-developed and had basically no buildings. Oh and it was right on the edge of the woods.
That would be good for my running.
Oh, I didn't tell you.
I'm a shapeshifter.
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When things go wrong
Fantasy17 year old Clover moves to Highfield. She meets her dream boy, and he is perfect. Now her life is torn apart when Hencham House, the royal family for her kind, demands her. She must go. Mr. Perfect is left behind with growing suspicions, but how do...
