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"The Creature" by beccamcq
Growing up in Faerieland had never been easy. Everyone around me was beautiful, sporting elegant wings and immaculate fur. It always seemed effortless for them. Not to mention, the faeries themselves were monitoring our every moves, making sure that the Faerieland citizens upheld their esteemed reputations. I never truly fit in around there. While the majority of my schoolmates lived in or around Faerie City, my mother and I lived on the outskirts of Faerieland. My commute to school was twenty minutes longer than everyone else, and I was always getting in trouble by my teachers for being late. I never invited friends over to my house. For starters, the only real friend I had at school was Dex, but he tended to be sickly and rarely showed up. I also didn’t invite friends over because I didn’t want them to know that my mother was unemployed. She was working for the Faerieland Employment Agency for the past decade until they laid her off because they were “downsizing.” The whole situation had left my mother jobless and somewhat hopeless. The real reason I didn’t invite anyone over was because I didn’t want anyone to know that I don’t have a father. He passed away when I was one. I don't really remember much at all from the time when he was alive, and my mother refused to discuss it. I think his passing changed my mother – she has never been the same since.
While it seemed as though many things in my life had been going awry, I had one thing to look forward to. Once every Neopian reaches the age of 16, they undergo their own personal transformations. Depending on one’s home location, he or she transforms into a Neopian of the corresponding colour. Since I lived in Faerieland, I would become a Faerie Neopet. The transformation, however, does not begin immediately. It is usually a somewhat awkward process, where our bodies and features slowly but surely take on a new identity.
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