Chrysanthia Faumont
It was happening again. I couldn't stop it this time. It was like ice, crawling up my skin from my feet to my hair, too fast for me to control it. I was shifting.
A split-second later, I was low to the ground, and everything looked a lot bigger. I looked down at my paws- my paws? Oh great...now I knew why. I had to touch the neighbor's dog I had been forced to petsit yesterday, and now? I was a dog. On accident. Wonderful. And my parents were going to get home from work in a matter of minutes.
I bared my teeth at the sofa, growling in frustration. Why did this have to happen to me? What kind of a freak was I? I got more and more angry as I thought about it. Why? There were plenty of bad people out there who got to live normal lives, who got to be rich, who got to be lucky. But me? No, I had to suffer these- these terrible accidents. This paranormal shifting that creeped me out and made my life miserable. And I didn't even know why. I panted heavily, my eyes wide and furious. Someone needed to be punished. I didn't know who, but someone did. I panted more and more. I couldn't take it any more. I raced through the house, knocking over a chair, and pounded out the cat door, running, running, running...running....pant, pant....What was it I came out here to do? The anger faded out of me like water pouring out of a jug, and I became my normal self again. I lay down on the sidewalk, in tired defeat. I was still a dog.
There was a beep that sounded like car doors being locked. I jumped to my feet, looking all around until I found the source: my parents were home. Panicking, I ran across the yard and behind the house before they could see me...well, the dog me. I sat down and concentrated deeply, pulling back my human essence and letting it fill me. In a few seconds, I felt the icy chill covering me again. When I opened my eyes, I stood at a human height again. I looked down, and black hair fell over my shoulders. I took a deep breath, then remembered my predicament.
Panicking once more, I dashed to the back door, pulled it open, and rushed upstairs and down the hall to my room, just in time to hear my mom coming up the stairs, calling, "Chryssy?" I gave her a yell back to let her know my presence, and let out a deep breath.
I couldn't keep the secret from them much longer.
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