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Peer PressureI'm having peer pressure. I feel like I've been shot with a mental gun several times with emotional bullets. Kids shun me. Maybe because they're jealous. Probably because I have a boyfriend. My mom says this is just a phase. I know it's not. In September, I had at least 15 friends. That number is now 4. Day by day the number changes. I always look at somebody in one of the 4 categories: friends, enemies, unknown, or hazard. About 65% of the school population is a hazard to my social life. Less than 5% are my friends. This isn't fiction, it's life.
Picture: Top, Aztec Ecochee Bottom Left, Ecochee Bottom Middle, New Moon Ecochee Bottom Right, Morphing Ecochee
Age: Not quite sure
Species: Dark Animal Spirit
Special/unique abilities: Can transform into any animal and talk to any animal. On New Moons, turns into an evil, zombie-like spirit that has no control over his actions. During that time, a scientist uses Ecochee for evil deeds. During a full moon, when he tries to transform, it can be any random animal and he has no control over the animal either.
Likes: Hannah Creep
Personality: Nice, sweet, only gets into a fight when needs to.
Back Story: When the Aztecs formed their tribe and started believing in the sun god, a spirit (Ecochee) was born to prove them wrong. When the Aztecs died out, Ecochee's mission was complete. When he grew on Earth, he wanted to stay. When he said that, he was cursed so on a new moon, he would become a dark spirit. Ecochee still doesn't belie
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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