Chapter One

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Would you believe me if I said I was normal? I bet, even if I didn't ask the question, you wouldn't. Hell, I wouldn't either. I knew that I was a freak. I've known ever since I was a little girl. I am probably one of the reasons my parents split up. I know that it is wrong to think that I was the reason, but if you knew, you'd think the same. Before I go into detail, there are some formalities we need to get out of the way. My name is Breanna Lawson. I am only sixteen years of age, and I go to Springwell Academy. Springwell is a small town located on the outskirts of Washington. 

The Academy is the closest high school that isn't an hour away. However, we'll get into that later. From what the mirror shows me, my hair has a natural wave, is the color of chestnuts and long. I have pale skin, but not deathly pale. I am 5'2 in height, which means I get my height from my mother's side of the family. My eyes are hazel and have a round shape. Normally, girls my age would be bubbly and charismatic. However, I don't relate to them at all. I'm more of a quiet and shy person, and as I said before, I don't fit in well.

I live with my mother, Susan Lawson. I have similar features to her, but her hair has begun to go grey in some spots. She also had noticeable wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. She is in her mid-forties, which means she had me at a young age. My father is non-existent in my life. After my mother caught him cheating, they immediately got a divorce. When it was final, he disappeared, and we haven't heard from him since. I don't remember what he looks like, as I was young when it all happened. 

My mother has a sister, otherwise known as Aunt Sheila. Mom doesn't talk about her much, as she knew what happened. She got trapped in a laboratory outside of Springwell, and that was it. We haven't heard from her since then. Mom thinks that she got experimented on and that's why we haven't heard from her. It would also explain the white vans that drive around town frequently. But what would make scientists interested in an ordinary person? Here is the fun part; she wasn't just an ordinary person. I would know that because I'm the same way. 

Besides my aunt, I think I'm the only one left in the world. It is rare to meet someone else like myself. I can't tell anyone about it, or I fear I will get turned in. I don't want to end up like my aunt. My mother wouldn't be able to handle it. I do my best to act as normal as I can, without bringing attention to myself. It has gotten me this far, so I can keep doing it. I am not like other people because I am an Age-Shifter. 

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