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Emeline Vance showed up at my house at five on a Thursday morning.  She rang my doorbell, standing in the air that was much too cold for April and the rain that was coming down slightly.   It wasn't like it was a big deal.  I had been awake since four, watching early morning news with Alexei.  The news was just about to come on, anyway, but I had to answer the door before I could see it.   "Em?  What are you doing here?"  I asked when I saw her standing on the porch of my house.   She looked at me with eyes as big as flying saucers.  She was wearing a white men's button down shirt over her green t-shirt.   "Did you see the news?"  She ask

Greenie Mitchell walked up to Anna Johnson with a lunch tray full of nerves.  She twiddled her thumbs and adjusted her glasses. "Hey, Anna." "What?"  Anna flicked her head around; the same dead look in her eyes.   Eddie, her younger brother, sat there also, playing with his mashed potatoes.   "Hi, Greenie."  Waved Eddie shyly. She smiled at him sweetly, turning back to Anna.  "Can I sit here?"  She asked. "Uh, let's see.  I had these seats all saved for my imaginary friends, but I guess they could find another table or sit outside or something."  She looked up at Greenie, who wore a confused and slightly shocked look.  "That was a yes."

Running takes my mind off of things.  Like the fact that my step dad is eighty-six and dying, or the fact that my mom had a baby two months ago and it's definitely not Rodney's.  Or the fact that I have to look at my dad's new wife every week because he doesn't send her out of the house like I politely asked him to.   I don't have to think about when Rod's going to drop dead on the floor.  I don't have to think about who my little brother's dad is.  I don't have to think about Theresa and her perfect, bouncy blonde hair and adorable twenty-year-old son.  I can think about how I kissed him in the movie theater that time or the fact that he h

Transformation I feel my spine crackle and my ribs begin to tingle.  I quickly go outside, into the forest that lies near the back of my home.  I still have some sense of self-control, but it's almost like holding onto a rope that's unraveling itself.   Sweating, the urge to scream in pain comes upon me.  I've had to experience this four times already, and I wonder if it will ever end. Trina says that her ex boyfriend committed suicide because of it.  He'd only gone through it twice, and couldn't take it. I like to think that I'm strong because I can wait for it to happen.  But really I'm just scared.  Scared that I'd have to quit.  The t