Anomalies (working title)

Chapter One

Blue

July 26th, 2020.

Dear Journal,

Hello. My name is Blue, and I'm here to drag you along in the hot mess of a journey that is my life. I live in a house with 23 other children, and a lovely woman by the name of Ms. Lynn. She took it upon herself to raise all of those like her. You see, Journal, Ms. Lynn is an Anomaly. We're all Anomalies in this house. We all turn into different assorted creatures at night. Some are fallen angels (as Ms. Lynn calls them. We all know we're demons, but I guess it would be kind of harsh to tell a five-year-old, "Hey, kid, I hate to break it to ya, but you're a demon. And you turn into a ruthless killing machine every full moon. Oh, and by the way, you can get random demon parts or do a full transformation every time you get scared by a random sneeze or if someone pisses you off. Have a nice life!), others include mermaids, vampires, werewolves, or fairies. You could be asking me, "Blue, how can a fairy be scary?" Well, you obviously haven't been on the receiving end of Hannah's wings when she's mad at you. Also, their nails are super long and mega sharp. If they scratch you in the face, they can do some serious damage. That's why Jo's forehead is covered in scratches. Everyone living in Ms. Lynn's House for Anomalies has at least 5 scars or other assorted injuries. After all, we can't hold 23 people (that number fluctuates and changes a lot, that's just where we're at now) securely every full moon. Plus, some of the supervisors can have a rough night, and then... But that hasn't happened in a long time. Sorry! I just realized you're probably super confused if you don't know what our kind does. Let me give you a quick key to all of the races and what their abilities are.

Fallen Angels (demons): Aren't actually fallen angels. Like all of the Anomalies, we're born and bred on this Earth. Feed off of anger. Most are really good at picking a fight. But you don't want to be in a fight with them, they can and will burn you if you get them angry enough. Have powers of fire and really cool horns. Some even have tails and/or wings. I was blessed with wings.

Mermaids (sirens): Turn into super dope mermaids when they come in contact with water. Sounds super cool until you're drinking lemonade on a hot day and the glass starts sweating, and then boom! Mermaid. On full moons, turn into sirens. Lure you in to kill you and all that stuff using powers of persuasion and dreams. They can read people really well, even when out of form. Have powers of water (and love to prank other mermaids by randomly splashing them in the middle of a classroom), and are a lot of fun to spend a sunny day in the ocean with, and have amazing natural singing voices (y' know, for that siren song stuff).

Vampires: Most of these dudes like Panic! At The Disco. Like, unhealthily so. But not the new stuff, the old stuff. Turn at the smell of blood, usually. Cam has told me this really sucks when you're on your period, but that's only a problem for the females. Aren't immortal like that Dracula garbage lets you believe, but can heal faster than the traditional human. Also, have healing powers, some stronger than others. They all sunburn really easily, but that's because they're all pale. And NO, they DON'T glow in the sun like Twilight lets you believe (most of us spend the weekend ridiculing books like those that spread false things about our kind). I'll include a list of myths spread about us once this list is complete.

Werewolves: Traditional turners! Like the vampires, turn at the smell of blood. Some of them have some really dope yellow eyes, which is cool. They're all really loud and seem to have the inability to lose their voice. The dudes are all really hairy (Wick already has the beginnings of a beard, and he's only 13), and the girls hate cutting their hair. One time they created an Opera, called The Wolven Opera (very creative, I know). The music was so bad that the sirens re-wrote it and forced them to re-perform it with the new music. They have the power of night vision, and a really killer sense of smell. Betsy is especially good with cheeses.

Fairies: THE. SWEETEST. PEOPLE. EVER. Really caring, have the power to talk to animals. Really love blush (to the degree that Ms. Lynn once went to Ulta and just scooped all of their blushes into her basket and brought it back. The blushes lasted about a year, a new record), and makeup in general. Unnaturally long lashes, hair, and nails. They are the epitome of the hair, skin and nails pill. Their wings are really cool, and they sometimes will give you a free piggy-back ride if you promise them a lush bath bomb or a pot of vaseline (pink bubbly edition). Turn into dark fairies on a full moon (or, on rare occasions, when angry), and can mess. You. UP. The carnage that has been done to the forest when the dark fairies went on a rampage... It wasn't pretty. We almost lost our protection from the centaurs one time, and since then, extra caution has been taken to chaining them up.

Now that's out of the way, I better-

"Blue?" Ms. Lynn said from Blue's doorway. She almost dropped her journal in surprise.

"Yeah?" Blue replied, trying to stop her heart from pounding. She didn't know why it wasn't like she had been caught doing something wrong.

"Everyone is getting ready for dinner. Please grab Jo from the library. I would grab her myself, but I got into a Shakespearean insult war with a dictionary and it keeps telling me I'm pigeon-livered and lack gall," Ms. Lynn said with a sigh. Blue had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.

"I'll grab her," Blue said with a surprisingly controlled voice. She never truly liked the library, the books had a tendency to try and hit her on the head. Though that could be because Jo went to them to talk when she and Blue were fighting. But that wasn't often or anything, they usually were quite-

"Blue? You're staring at that wall like it's a cast list with you as the lead. I really do need to grab everyone else..." Ms. Lynn stated, cutting off Blue's thoughts.

"Of course. Sorry. I'll be getting to the library," Blue replied awkwardly, sliding off the bed and padding over to the creaky door of her and Jo's bedroom. Ms. Lynn smiled a quiet thanks and turned off their old reading light that Blue had been writing under, and ventured off to grab some of the other children.