Okay so someone asked why Viola won't morph into a less disfigured body. (giggles) I like answering questions. So, I think I'll let my muse field this one. Tolka *ahem* TOLKA!

(A girl in black spandex shorts with a silver link belt, short purple shirt, brown lace up boots and brown hair with pink highlights pops into existence)

Tolka: Truth is, Viola can't morph. When Asgariem left for earth there was no morphing cube with her for security reasons, and since no such technology is known to exist on Earth, Viola can't aquire a fully human morph. Hence, she is unable to morph. Viola is a half andalite completly incapable of morphing ;o)
Oh and one more thing, I don't own Animorphs.

(nod nod) I don't own Animorphs either.

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Viola marched back inside the house, throwing off her cloak and slamming the door behind her. A few moments later Mrs. Lawrence marched in after her.

"I wasn't in any danger mom!"

"Every time you go out your in danger of being exposed!"

Mrs. Lawrence morphed back, trotting after her daughter as Viola kicked off her shoes.

"I want to go to school mom! I want real friends."

::You know that can't be done::

She turned around as tears began to form in her eyes. "Find a way. I can't be trapped here the rest of my life. It's just not fair!"

She yanked out her ribbon, letting it float to the floor as she sped up the stairs into her room.
Mr. Lawrence stepped out of the kitchen, looking up the stairs after his daughter before turning back to his wife. "I take it it didn't go well today?"

::She had her shoes off.::

"Ah, did anyone see?"

::I don't think so, but any longer and they might have.::

"What did you tell her?"

Mrs' Lawrence began to shrink again, reforming red hair, lips and very human hands that embraced her husband. "I told her it was too dangerous."

"She's desperate, and very stubborn. I think she takes after her mother."

"I was never stubborn."

Mr. Lawrence smiled, touching lips with his mate. "Asgariem, you were stubborn."

"Hmph. I don't suppose you have any ideas about this problem. Isn't there something about plastic surgery?"

Mr. Lawrence shook his head. "I already asked frank about it. He doesn't have the qualifications and too risky to call anyone else."

Mrs. Lawrence frowned. "I should have stayed human."

"Then you would have never been happy. No, we'll figure this out on our own."



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Viola collapsed on her bed, sobbing. This was terrible, she was living in a prison. Her tears soaked the bedsheets and she held her doll close for comfort. Through blurry eyes she stared at the perfect, normal human face. Why couldn't she be like that? She was a freak, some weird mutant like those guys in X-Men, a hideous deformation of human and andalite genetics.

She glanced at her computer. Her only escape, her one window into the world outside she was never allowed to see.

*You back?*

She rubbed her eyes, making her way to the computer as she typed her reply to Lusito. *unfortunatly*

*Something wrong?*

She sighed, replying. *Everything. I want to go to school Lusito.*

*.....wait back up. You actually want to go to school?*

*It would be nice to have a real life.*

*Yea maybe. But school ain't all it's cracked up to be.*

*I wouldn't know.*

*Did you ask your parents?*

*They think it's a bad idea.*

*Oh. Look, I'm right here if you need to talk.*

*Thanks*

She sighed, shutting off the link and colapsing back on her bed, just letting the tears fall.



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Viola rubbed her eyes, making her way down the stairs. Just another boring day.

"Morning Viola."

She looked up, glancing at the table. There was an older man at the table, wild black hair and round body. He leaned back on his chair, sipping his coffee. Viola smiled, running towards the man. "Uncle Frank!"

Frank smiled setting his coffee down as the girl embraced him, kissing him on the cheek. Viola smiled, sitting down. Frank wasn't really her uncle, he was a close friend of her father, a docter who had taken care of her broken bones and illnesses all her life. "Wheres mom and dad?"

"Your mom's at work and your father had to make a stop in town. And since it's my day off, I offered to watch you."

Viola frowned, folding her arms. "So they don't trust me."

Frank raised his eyebrow. "I'm sure they don't mean it like that."

"They sent you to babysit me. They treat me as a child."

"Actually, I like visiting with you"

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"Checkmate."

"Ahg! Again. Must be luck."

Viola smiled. "Maybe I'm just better at chess then you are."

Frank folded his arms. "Bah, I taught you. The student outlearned the master. No justice."

She giggled. "Alright, pay up."

He sighed, reaching into his packed and dishing out a few bills. "Your cleaning me out. Just keept this little gamling thing between you and me okay?"

She grinned. "What gambling. My dear uncle is just giving me free money."

"My little niece, little con artist. I'd like to have a daughter just like you."

Viola frowned. "You wouldn't want a freak."

Frank raised his eyebrow. "You don't look like a freak to me. Your a lovely healthy young woman."

"Who can't be seen in public. I want to have actual friends, not have to hide behind a cloak all my life."

Frank sighed, nodding slowly. "Alright..I was going to save this until your parents got home but, I suppose we can surprise them."

"What do you mean?"

He smiled, lifting a small back at his side and waving it in front of Viola. "Lets get to the bathroom."

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Viola stared at the mirror, putting her hand on her face.

"Woah, careful not to touch it, might smear."

"It feels weird."

"Of course it feels weird, it's nearly a quarter inch thick. Hold still."

He dipped the sponge back into the pale conceler paste and began to cover the blue beneath her chin and neck. He then took her hands, covering her fingers and palms up to her wrists. He pulled out the lipstick, applying it. "Okay, take a look."

Viola turned around, staring into the mirror, gasping at what she saw. Her face and neck and hands were covered by a pale beige of base makeup, stalk eyes, pulled down and held by a blue ribbon, he had even managed to get the area beneath her eyes. "I look normal."

Frank smiled. "I take it you approve?"

She nodded.

"I figure you can leave it off your eylids somtimes and let it pass as eye shadow."

"You can still see my eyes."

"You eyes?" He noticed the blue stalk eyes still showing. "Oh."

He searched the room before finging a at in the coner and plopping it on her head. "There you go."

Viola smiled, hearing the door open below and breaking into a run downstairs. Mr. Lawrence looked down at his daughter, just staring. "Dad!"

He blinked, embracing Viola. "Theres something different about you."

Viola smiled. "Uncle Frank helped me!"

"So he did. Gari! Come look at our daughter!"

Mrs. Lawrence entered and paused. "What happened?"

"It's makeup." Frank replied, walking down the stairs. "What do you think? Did I do good?"

Viola smiled I won't need a cloak anymore. I can go to school can't I?"

Both Lawrences looked at eachother. Mr. Lawrence replied. "I don't know.."

"Come on Erik. I can writ3e a note for her, she can always wear the hat. What do you say?"

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