Chatterbox: Inkwell

I'm bored and afraid that if I take my online English quiz now, I'm gonna fail it.  So, I am going to start a story.

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My pulse rushes through my ears as I race to the water.  Must.  Escape.  Captor.  If I shapeshift now, the human will know what I am for sure; but if I can just turn into water under the waves, move away from the coast, then transform again, I should be safe.

At the moment, I'm wearing a face of my own creation.  I'm proud to say that.  With my caramel- brown hair, bright blue eyes, and symmetrical face; I look prettier than when I copy magazines.  I pause for a moment to make my body a little more streamlined.  Then I run even faster toward the ocean.

I'm almost there when I feel the human stop.  He sounds hurt, but I know it's just a trap.  He's done this before.  "Leena, help!" he pleas.  I will myself not to turn back.  Finally, I reach the ocean and turn into water.  I'm lucky I'm one of the only shapeshifters alive that don't always have to be living things.

I float along wit the other droplets.  They want to be lazy, but I will them away from the coast.  Brethren, we must get away, I gurgle in a way so all the ocean can feel me.  For good measure, I give a motive.  He will pollute us if we don't.  A lie, for he would never harm nature, but I need to get away.  Fast.

Once I can no longer see land, I turn into a fish. I change direction toward Florida. If I swim fast enough, I may be able to cross the border from Maine and go to New Hampshire. If I settle in a small enough town, the Order will never be a risk again.

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