Dear diary,

I shuffled into class, my heavy bag causing a dent in the shoulder keeping it up. Plopping myself down in the back left seat, I took out my drawing pad and pencil, then proceeded to begin sketching.

After about 10 minutes, the room filled with chatter, the loudest being the school's popular girl, Laya. She looked like your average popular girl, perfect blonde hair, perfect slim body, perfect fashion choices, a girl that could pull off a trash bag. She's the teenage dream. She isn't for me, not at all, after all I don't care about what other people think about me. It's pointless to care, if you do the bullies come after you.

Today Laya had her dirty blonde hair up in a messy bun, her naturally tan skin showing through her see through cardi. She had on a pastel pink vest along with a Snow White skirt that went only an inch past her hips. She had tall white socks with kitty ears at the top, along with pastel pink slide-ons that were perfectly fitted onto her feet. She also had a pair of white and pink sunglasses on her head, due to it being summer.

I looked completely different. My hair was a brown so dark it was easily mistaken for black. It rested above my shoulders and went all over the place. I was wearing an oversized dark grey hoodie that was also covering the majority of my hair, along with a pair of light grey headphones I was wearing underneath the hood, playing BTS and Panic!AtTheDisco songs on full blast. I was wearing a pair of deep blue jeans that wear the same colour as my droopy eyes. I never wore makeup, I hated the stuff. I didn't mind people who did, it just didn't suit me. This meant the massive bags weighing my eyes down were visible for all to see.

The noise became so loud I could barely concentrate on my drawing, so I stuffed my art supplies back in my bag and turned the music up on my headphones. Not too long after, the teacher walked in, causing the chatter to disappear. I turned down my music so I could still listen to the music while paying attention to the teacher.

"Alright class, we have a partnered project today!"is Johnson announced, leading to chatter amongst everyone about who they would go with, "but I will be choosing, because when I let you choose last time, everyone was late." This led to the room being filled with groans and mutters, the teacher raising her finger to quiet them down.

"I will need Rose to go with..." the teacher said, as I blocked the world out until I heard mention of my name. After everyone else in the class was said, I was left with the worst person possible.

"Finally, Jennifer and Laya," The teacher finished up, me being caught of guard and everyone beginning to mutter to themselves.

"Laya and that goth?" "I feel bad for her..." "We should help Laya out..." the room filled with comments like these, and I turned my music up, blocking out what remained in the lesson.

Hearing the bell, I swiftly stood up, swung my bag over my shoulder and left, without the teacher dismissing us. I immediately headed for my spot, which the others called the 'loner tree'. It was a large oak tree at the side of the school property, and no one bothered to walk over to it, except me of course.

Well, that's not exactly true. I've only ever walked here once in my life. You see, I am not your average loner. I have special abilities that I need to keep hidden. My older brother was taken from me when I was 5, he was only 8. We both had unexplained powers, so of course scientists would do anything to get their grubby hands on two special kids. He teleported me away before they could grab me, I used to live in Arizona, but now I live in Scotland. It's a big difference from what I remember, but I've grown used to the randomised weather here. My brother was not the only one with teleporting powers, it was a trait passed from generation to generation, plaguing the family. I had it too, which is why I could get here and back before anyone else was able to catch up, I would just turn a corner then disappear.

Around half way into the break, I felt something pecking at my chest. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that me and my brother were not the only 'special' people I knew. I had a goddaughter whose family who was close to my family, they were a family of shapeshifters. They could only shift into one animal, however. My goddaughter, Lola could shape shift into a raven. Currently, she was only 7 so couldn't control her powers, so I brought her to school with me. Taking her out of my pocket, she immediately transformed back to her normal form. She could only transform in enclosed spaces, you see. It was harder to change outside of a box or cage as the instinct within her would not allow her, as her shifted form didn't have adult feathers yet. She will begin to control it at puberty, like everyone else in her family. But until then, she just hung out in my pocket or in her room.

She was sweet, although a bit tsundere. She had raven black hair tied up in pigtails, navy blue beaded bobbles keeping them up. Her eyes were a black void, and she didn't have the whites. This is because she was a dark type of shapeshifter, her father explained it before all of his happened. She was wearing a blue and black polka dot dress with black frills decorating the edges. She had on black walking boots that had dark blue flowers around the side, white laces.

She punched me, though it didn't hurt. She was mad because I had forgotten about her, but I didn't blame her.

"You fell asleep, it's not my fault," I said, faining anger with a dramatic gasp. This made us both burst out laughing like a couple of 13 year old giggling about boys, girls in my case. Not too long after chatting, the echoing ring of the school bell bounced around and she jumped back into my pocket as I teleported into class.

                      -J.Phoenix

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Yes I made another one.

It's an original fiction. Please don't come at me cause it ain't a fan fiction, I do actually prefer to write this stuff so I don't feel anxious about getting personalities wrong.

Ye.

Okay bai

~Sponge