My name is Lulu Howell. I had dark brown hair with blue tips, green eyes, dimples, 16 yrs old, and 5" 8'. When we get to know each other I am weird, wacky, silly, sarcastic, and random. When we first meet I am shy, quiet, sad. When I get sad I cry, be quiet, cover face, not talk, isolate myself, cut. When I get mad I get red, be quiet, frown a lot. When I get happy I Smiles on the inside, and is calm. So my appearance is that I were a teal hoodie with a black T-shirt with MUSE on it, with black skinny jeans and red converse, and dark blue glasses. My back story was that I wasn't always a cat. I loved when I was still a human, still acceptable to my neighborhood. Now, I'm a freak. I was once a normal girl, at the age of 14. Soon, I got sent to Juvenile because of these girls that made rumors about me. I was a sick  victim of bullying. They told the teachers I killed a girl who actually died by a car crash. They blamed it on me and the  teachers didn't question me, because they already thought I was a freak then. I was a book nerd. No one talked to me. The girls made rumors about me because I wasn't popular. That led me to Juvenile. There, I got beaten and tortured, and sometimes even worse there. Soon, I met my fate which led me to an eternity of Isolation and Shame. They took me to an expiriment lab. They thought I was "sick" and "murderous" and they didn't care what happened to me. They experimented on me and various animals, killing them in the process. They whines make me tear up everyday. One day, I woke up from a stabbing needle in my arm, and they put something in me. I got up once they were gone, and looked at my reflection in the glass of the bottles and bloody knives they used. I had things..growing out my head....cat ears. They grew and grew until...I was a cat....they beat me and tortured me because their expiriment didn't work...they took their anger out on me. I still have scars and bruises on my arms and face. That's why I wear glasses and have long bangs most of the time. I escaped with another..."experiment" the next year. I dyed my hair, changed my appearance, and hid the ugly terrifying 'expiriment'.