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Boxes were piled around her so that there was barely any room to stand.
Keirla’s claws flashed as she swiped at an empty box beside her. The shredded cardboard rained to the ground in a manner much like confetti.
A tear sprang to her eye as she thought of her mother who, in seeing this, would’ve rushed to her side to find out what was wrong and comfort her.
But that would never happen again, her mother was gone now, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
Keirla lay in her bed remembering when she first moved here to Dufur, Oregon and when she had found out about her mother.
Keirla’s Irish accent still lingered and Keirla imagined that it would for many years to come, but that was the only thing that she had left of her past, her heritage.
Keirla could now, at the age of 16 only barely remember her mother, she had been only 5 when her mother had died.
Now, eleven years had passed and Keirla was now moving to a new high school, full of new people.
Keirla hoped to have better luck at her new school, at her previous one, Keirla had been expelled for fight
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It was 3 in the morning and Keirla couldn’t sleep, it was not the new school jitters or fantasizing about the male population of the school or anything like that.
The blow only nicked Keirla, but never the less, a very small amount of blood trickled through Keirla’s fur.
Inside the tree was really quite a sight, the rotting formed designs that you would think to see carved on a hearth in a cozy little family room with a roaring fire beneath it.
Kima swiped at Keirla, claws extended.
“I’m Kima, I run this school, so you better watch yourself if you want to fit in here, but by the looks of it, you’re already nobody.
But unfortunately, its glory had come and gone, and now was partially hollowed out due to rot.
Keirla growled and returned the blow, only she didn’t miss.
Kima seized this opportunity to transform herself.
Blood flowed freely from the wound on Kima’s forehead. There, she got the sheet of paper with her class schedule and locker number on it.
At school, she kept mostly to herself, except when she was challenging her piers.
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