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Prologue: Part One

Prologue: Part One
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"Lucas! Time for school!" Adriana yelled. I groaned but slowly sat up and glared at my open door. Didn't people know how to gently wake their roommates? It only causes dread when the word 'school' is mentioned. Which is also why I planned on skipping school today once Adriana left for work.

Frankie groaned too and rubbed his head as he sat up next to me. We weren't naked but we didn't exactly have clothes on either. All Frankie had on was my shirt, which was oversized on him. All I was wearing was what I usually wore to bed - my underwear. "Adriana is still here? I thought she moved out." I shrugged before leaning over to peck him on the lips. He grinned and put an arm around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"I don't hear the shower running!" Adriana yelled again. "Don't make me come up there, mister!" I chuckled against Frankie's mouth before rolling my eyes and peeling away. I ran a hand through my hair before turning to him.

"If you stay long enough, I can make you some breakfast," I sighed before going to my adjoining bathroom. There's no point waiting for his answer. He would show me whether or not he would stay. I turned on my shower but didn't strip. I reached for my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. "Close the door for me, would you?" I peeked out. Frankie was gone and the only trace of him being there was a note on my nightstand. He made my bed up for me and all his clothes were gone. Now how did I get so lucky to have a best friend like him?

Franklynn Garcia aka Frankie not only helped me with homework and social events (parties), but he also spent the night with me every night in my house knowing that I hated being alone. My Aunt Adriana was gone to work most of the time and my parents have been dead for a decade now. I had no siblings and I wasn't looking to be in a relationship either. Frankie didn't mind that I was bi since he's actually gay. He also didn't mind that I occasionally kiss him even though he doesn't like me in that way. I don't like Frankie in that way either, but it's just a habit from ever since I was a kid. I didn't kiss people on the lips though - just on the cheeks.

I stripped off my underwear and hopped in the shower. I quickly washed up but while rinsing myself off, I stood under the water. It pelted against my skin and I mentally closed myself off. I needed to be steeled and I had to turn myself into stone. I had to close myself off. I was in my own universe, only I was interacting with myself. Only I could destroy myself mentally, emotionally, and physically. I extracted myself from the world and put myself into me. The water wasn't pelting me anymore. Now it was running down and soaking within. My skin was now a sharp-edged grey which contrasted drastically against my usual light skin. I had successfully turned myself into a rock. I opened my mind again, expanded my universe past my body and connecting with others around me. Connecting to Adriana just as she is about to leave from the back door. Connecting to Steven's and the Bane's next door until I was connected to the whole block. The sharp edges and grey color turned back smooth and light, almost yellow.

My name is Lucas LeBlanc. I am a modern-day shapeshifter.

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After quickly getting dressed and eating breakfast from downstairs once Adriana left, I picked up my bike and rode it all the way downtown. If I had wanted to, I could have turned myself into a bike, maybe even a car. However, that would cause attention I do NOT want upon myself. I'm not stupid no matter how many days of school I missed and will continue to miss. Frankie is two grades ahead like me, so he brings homework back for me too. Which is lucky that they gave us the same schedules. It's how we met actually. When instead of putting us both in kindergarten, they had us in second grade and - not to brag - we both easily kept up. I gradually lost interest in going to school. Frankie and I were ahead of our peers and we're going to graduate as seniors with full-ride scholarships to Harvard. My future was the only reason why my father returned to America once my mom died in Paris. My Dad died when I was 6 and I've been living in the same house as Adriana since. Adriana has her own house but since my dad bought the house for me when I would grow up, she checks in on me. Sometimes she leaves her stuff too.

The building I stopped in front of was abandoned. It was run down from the outside with a broken Dollar Tree sign and broken glass. But if you listened carefully enough, you could hear the sound of a thick bass reverberating throughout the abandoned building. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a silver bracelet. This would be my ticket to fun.
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