See Through Me

See Through Me

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Being 16, I feel like I've surely passed that stage in life where you make utterly stupid choices, where your hormones are being absolutely ridiculous, and you feel like you're oh so special. I'm a Junior in high school, or, was. No license, no job, but then, I don't really need one. I've changed schools 8 times and have moved even more. This time, though, it's for good. My house is nothing to scoff at. It has three floors and eight rooms, each having a walk in closet and it's own bathroom, and with it being gated and security cameras set up around the perimeter, it's definitely noticeable, or rather, nothing else is unnoticeable. But, I'm the only one who lives here. My parents are constantly traveling, so I only see them a few times a year, and I don't have any relatives, so it's just me. But I like how things are. I have enough anxiety for me to know it, but not enough to be clinically diagnosed, which was fine by me, I don't like doctor's anyways. And just like everyone else in the world, I have little quirks, although, mine aren't so little. My name is Alexandria Cantatrix, and I am a halfling.
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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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