A Sign from a Friend

A Sign from a Friend

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Hey there, my name is Rose Rae Hollarace, but you can all call me Rosey. I grew up in the city of St. Paul, Minnesota. Most of my life I have daydreamed and everywhere i turn, there is a new adventure waiting for me. Most people call me "insane" because I am unusually hyper, though my friends see me differently and know a secret most don't. I am a shapeshifter, transforming into anything I can imagine, but I tend to just tend to stick with cat ears and a tail. No one else knows this except for my friends, well, and you too now. People who first see me think i'm a mute because i don't really speak. You're probably wondering how I look, right? Alright, i'll tell you, but don't laugh, okay? I am 17 years old with long, dark auburn hair going down almost past my knees. My usual eyes are a very clear and bright grey-ish green color. My normal every day choice of outfit is usually a pair of dark blue jeans, a black tank top (with a black and white laced bra underneath), a pair of grey converse, and a soft blue baggy jacket.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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