This is the first chapter of many. All characters are OCs- if you'd like to use one in your own stories, just ask.
Laura Courin could have been someone else.
She could have been anyone she wanted. A moment of concentration, a twist of the features, and viola! A new appearance.
But what Laura loved most about her power was that it made her all the more able to be herself. It didn't matter that, at age 15, she could fool and bouncer in town. And it didn't matter that her mother had taken one look at her daughter's green, morphing body, and tossed her out on the streets. Because a shapeshifter is who Laura was, and it didn't matter if she chose to look seven or seventy, she never lost sight of who she was inside. Because that's what mattered.
Until the day she had woken up, looked down at her hands, and realized she wasn't herself anymore. Stuck in the body of a girl she didn't know, every reflective surface was laughing at her. Her ids were useless, her mind slightly cracked. She got kicked out of the dingy apartment she had lived in since she left home, because her bank id didn't match her appearance. Her own mother had thrown out the green-skinned version of her, but didn't even bother to acknowlage the stranger's child she was now. And as all the signs shouted that she was not Laura Courin, she slowly began to believe them.
She lives on the streets now, begging for her meals, doing odd jobs when she can. An off-kilter smile rides her lips, and a crazed look in her eyes. She introduces herself as as Nobody, and speaks of a young, green-skinned girl named Laura as if she were telling a fairy tale that she knows isn't true, but can't help but hold on to with all her ebbing strength.
Laura Courin could have been someone else.