Abnormalities

Abnormalities

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Vampires, dragons, and elves, oh my... Mason Slater is an incoming student to Old Ranch High who claims to be human. In the past, Mason had dealt with quite a bit of teasing. No matter where he went, he'd constantly be discriminated against for his "true self." According to his parents, they had enough of the bullying and moved out and about, ending up in Old Ranch, where I and plenty of other interesting people live. To be honest, however, I think he's much more than just that. Something he won't let on with others because of what the public says. I, Lena Santez, am going to prove that.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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