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Name: Ellenor

Age: 13

Appearence: Choppy, short brown hair with blond streaks. Long scar running from the corner of her left eye to the edge of her right jaw. Angry brown eyes, almost never smiles. Always wears jeans, army boots. and a beat up light blue jacket.

Personality: Mysterious, always scowling, hates places that are too loud or with too many people.

Creature backstory: She is a shapeshifter but cannot change into anything for more than ten minutes. If she does, she turns into whatever form she's in.

Breasal~

I slid on my sunglasses, and walked to the door. "Breasal!" Faye called. Faye is my "mother". "Don't you dare carry anyone off at school! Do you hear me?" I turn and nodd, "Fine." She quickly pulls me into a hug. "Alright, here's your lunch. Now go to school!" I open the back door and walk out into the sunlight. My human body gives way to the small feathered body of a Raven. Scooping my lunch into feet I fly off towards, ugh, Middle school. Why does this even exsist?! I was a Pooka. This was the favor that Faye had asked when she befriended me. She wanted to raise a child, because she couldn't have any. I land a block away in a forrest part, and turn back into the human body. I made my way to the first day.

Augh, this is going to be horrible. 

Oh, just letting you know, she speaks with an Irish accent.

Aideen~

"Bye mum!" I skip out the door, on my way to Oakcrest Jr High (sorry if you had a different idea, I just thought the name sounded cool). My family had moved from Ireland a few weeks ago, just before the school year. Good thing luck is always on my side.

Great. Middle school. Loud. Boring. Crowded. Just Brilliant. I sling my heavy backpack over my shoulder. Mom hands me my lunch money and gives me a hug, messing up my hair. 

"Have you got everything, sweetie?" She quadruple checks. I roll my eyes.

"For the fourth time, Mom, every textbook and pencil you insisted on buying me is stuffed in this horrid sack." I gesture angrily to my yellow rainbow print backpack that my mom had 'generously' bought for my. My eye was more on the dark blue starry one, but I hadn't yet found a chance to sneak off and trade it in. Mom frowns. 

"Just... don't let anyone see you do it, ok?"

"I had no intention to," I remind her grouchily. Shaking her head, Mom waves me out the back door.

"Remember, try to keep control of it." I don't waste my time answering. I zip up my blue jacket over a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and march out the front door. How easy it would be, I speculate, to turn into a wolf or something and dash down the road to school. But no. I can't. I'll have to settle for half as good. I leap forward and run down the street, brown hair flying out behind me, army boots thumping on the asphalt.

Hello, Middle School. Brace yourself.  

Bye

The toppers are in.

Toppity please!