"Nooooooooo, I don't wanna!" I cried, my voice high and whiney. I was dragging my feet and barely moving, desperate to avoid my coming fate. Heavy perfumes and unwashed bodies assaulted my nose with their horrid smell, paired with the overbearingly loud chatter from hundreds of teenagers made for a migraine inducing setting. I turned around abruptly and tried to go back home, but they had me already.

"Let's go, you big crybaby," Brianna said, holding me by the arm and dragging me to the school doors. Her grip was strong, and as she pulled me backwards I remembered how strong she really was. I guess her tall stature and muscled frame wasn't all for show. "Besides, you have so much to catch up on anyway."

"She is right," Eric added in. He was walking next to us, watching with an amused expression. I glared at him but he didn't care. "If you ever take off a whole week again without saying anything we are going to have to keep you chained up in our basement."

I snorted with amusement, "That's a dirty thought!" Eric laughed and didn't say anything, but Brianna shot me a look from over her shoulder. "What?"

"Seriously though Amy, what happened?"

"Amy? God, I hate that name. Everyone just assumes I want to be called Amy, no ones asks if I like my full name, they just assume I want a nickname," I rambled, weaseling out of the budding conversation. "I really love my name, it's so pretty."

Eric laughed again. I guessed he knew what I was doing, based on the look in his eyes. "No one is going to call you Ambrosia, that's weird. Almost as weird as you wearing a hat!"

"My hat is not weird!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Enough!" Brianna yelled. I looked up and her to see her mockingly angry. "You two act like toddlers! Geez."

I smiled and straightened up, might as well walk in on my own. I followed after when Eric and Brianna started walking, chatting about something. They were twins, and poor Brianna was tall and buff like her brother. They both play sports, dominating whatever field they play on, and are well know to be extremely competitive. They were also super sweet, always joking and laughing and cheering everyone around them up. It was a little disappointing to know that despite how similar they are in everything, their names are nothing alike. Who has twins and doesn't name them something cute like Adian and Nadia?

The glass doors in front of me were daunting and formidable. I wanted to just crawl back home and never come back, things were too different now. Yet I couldn't do that, I couldn't be a coward and run from everything. A week is long enough, especially since I only attended the first day of school before that. Missing so much of that crucial transition period from summer to school wasn't a thing one should ever do. I took a deep breath before entering through the doors that were held open for me. Eric smiled at me when I passed, and I did my best to hide all my fear and smile back.

"So how was your trip?"

Great, Brianna had to bring it up, didn't she? I should have know she would be curious though, I've been too secretive lately and she wasn't going to have anymore of it. I made eye contact with her and and replied as casually as I could. "Oh fine, just hanging out with my Grandma, nothing overly fun or interesting."

"Oh, did you meet anyone?" Eric asked.

I knew what he meant, but I wanted to mess with them. "Well," I began, turning my head to the side and smiling as dreamily as I could. "She had this neighbor."

"And?" Brianna demanded, her face curious and excited. Eric looked much the same, though not as much as his sister.

I giggled, hugging myself with my arms and sighed. "We hung out a lot, rain or shine, and he was so cute!"

"Go on!" Eric this time, seemed like he was getting into it the more I spoke.

"I just couldn't stay away from him! And he was so good with the neighborhood kids too." Brianna looked about to squeal and pounce on me so I hurried up and finished. "He was such a sweet boy, always wagging his tail and playing fetch. Such a good dog."

"I hate you sometimes Amy," Brianna muttered, death practically written in her eyes. Eric nodded his agreement, his tough guy attitude slipping with the disappointment for lack of gossip.

"Tsk, tsk. How often need I tell you I prefer Ambrosia!"

"No one is going to call you that," they said in unison. It was fun when they did that, and the deadpan voice just made it all the better. I laughed and for a moment, I forgot everything that was troubling me. It no longer mattered that I could practically hear everyone in the hall breathe, and I forgot that I could smell the nasty mac and cheese being made in the kitchens. I was sad to see the good feeling go.

Math was boring, as usual, but at least it wasn't gym. The quadratic formula stared back at me from the polished whiteboard, daring me to focus and learn its mathematical intricacies. My pen tapped my lip in rhythm with the teacher's heartbeat, Mrs. Bellia, the only person I focused on in a vain attempt to block out most things. The soft hum of electronics rung in my ears and the constant shuffle of thirty bodies made me want to scream. The tick of the clock on the wall was slow, but I couldn't decide if I wanted it to speed up or slow down.

The moment the bell rang I decided on slow.

I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, moving out the door with everyone else. I tried to go slowly and take my time, but the mass of students forced me to move at their pace. Laughing voices and smiling face seemed unbearable right then, and I felt like I might pass out. No matter how many times I check, my schedule didn't change. Gym was next.

All too soon I found myself in the girl's locker room, standing in front of an open locker Brianna shared with me. She was already changing but I didn't want to or else I would have to go out there. Brianna and a few other girls looked at me funny but I didn't care, if I didn't change I couldn't play.

"C'mon Amy, today is floor hockey, you love floor hockey," she said. Her voice was concerned, but at least she didn't ask. I nodded and gulped, finally grabbing my clothes and scurrying to the stalls for privacy.

I locked the door and leaned against it, drudging up all my courage and started disrobing. I tried to force myself not to, but I looked. Swinging back and forward violently was a tail. It was bushed up a bit, most likely from my nervous state, and coal black. If I couldn't move it at will and if it wasn't the same color as my hair, I might be able to deny that it was attached to me. I took a deep breath and decided to air out my ears as well. My ears snapped up in newfound freedom and my hat rested in my hands. They swiveled to catch more sound than before, perched atop my head they were the exact same as a cat's.

There was a knock at the door and Brianna called out, "Hey Amy, are you okay in there?" I responded in an affirmative and she spoke again before walking out. "Okay, class is starting soon, hurry up."

I threw on my gym clothes and tucked my ears in my hat, wrapping my tail around my waist and holding it there. The bathroom door squeaked as I opened it and stepped out. I hurried out of the locker room and into the gymnasium. I noticed I wasn't the last to arrive, and Brianna and Eric were there so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I walked over to them and smiled, mouth closed of course.

"Where is the teacher?" I asked. Brianna and Eric looked around and shrugged, changing the topic to the game we were about to play. I took a gander myself, frowning at the displeasing other students. Not that Eric and Brianna didn't get along with everyone, no it's just me who doesn't sit right with everyone. Especially a certain bottle blonde bimbo and her vicious following.

Who just had to share the same class as myself.

As if highschool drama wasn't enough, I knew that she knew. I knew she knew that I knew she knew, and that's bad too. Because her father just happened to be the doctor who checked out my 'condition' when it first started. When the pain was so excruciating that I couldn't move, she watched with some sort of morbid fascination. While I was bombarded with x-rays and I.V.s, she taunted me with her prissy normalness. And when it was seen that there was nothing the doctors could do to stop the expansion of my spine into a soft tail and the disgusting loss of my human ears for cat ones, she came to me and told me she wouldn't let me live out senior year normally. She told me she would expose me to everyone, and that was far scarier than any mutated genes. Isolation from society due to snubbing was awful to even imagine. Not that I was very social and my only life was my social life, I just knew I wouldn't be ignored. I would be targeted.

I took a chance and looked at her, only to see her looking at me. Her lips slowly curled upwards and her perfectly white teeth were revealed in a nasty smile that was a borderline snarl. Her barbie perfect features contorted into a monstrous she-devil, and I swear I could hear her in my head.

"I will ruin you."

Alright! So, I have no idea where I want this to go, but I want it to be cute and romantic. I'm partial to Logan, but I'd love to hear other ideas. Type to me your thoughts and feelings, and lend me any preference you may have to where this story will go. Because honestly, I have no clue where this is going... Please review!