I would review more if I wasn't procrastinating my homework, but it's really good! I like the beginning especially, and the little details about creating the face, etc. If you've got some time, I'd like to see what happens.

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Brothers, where are we? I ask in the water-language.  The humans call it New Hampshire, they reply.  I thank them, then get ready to transform.  I turn into a sea gull and fly out of the water.  Once I'm far enough in the sky, I turn into an hawk, so I can fly faster.

After hours of flying, I touch down in a fur tree.  Then I turn into a human, the one I named Rayna, and climb down.  Rayna looks pleasantly plain.  Nothing special about her, and I had only used her in the Secret Room, the one the Order knows nothing of. 

The Order.  The one my mom used to head.  Then, they were our protectors, us being shapeshifters.  Then, she died, supposedly by my father's hand.  I know that's not true.  The Order just wanted to blame anyone but the real culprit, Sergio.  The same Sergio who leads the Order now. 

If they got to me, they would do the same thing they did to my father.  I'm not going to go into details, but let's just say there would be a funeral involved.  And this funeral would be mine.

My father's the one who gave me the shapeshifter gene.  It's strange that with only one shapeshifting parent, I can turn into non-living creatures, but I'm not going to question it.

I walk to the closest house.  As I knock on the door, I look around me.  The closest house looks to be far away.  I smile.  Good.  I quickly make my clothes look a little ripped and dirty, like I've been walking for miles.  Quickly, I scan my brain about things I remember from the improv class my mom made me take. 

A kind-looking old woman opens the door.  "Hello?" she asks.  "Grandma?" I ask in the weakest, saddest voice I can muster without crying.  "Oh, you must be mistaken," she says. "My daughter's an only child and has no children."  I force myself to cry.

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She clicks her tongue.  "Come in dearie.  What's your name?"

"Raina Tedgemeier," I sob.

"I'm Kinzie Smith."

"I must have looked at the address book wrong.  I'm so (sob) so (sob) sorry!"  Then I burst into tears again.

She tells me to take a shower to warm myself up.  I climb up the stairs and walk down the hall.  As I climb into the shower, I think about how I can keep this going without her turning me over into foster care.  My 'Rayna' body slips off.  I look like a clear blob now.  It helps me think.  I decide to just go with whatever she tells me. 

When I poke Rayna's head out the door, I see a floral dress.  I quickly pick it up.  Before I get dressed, I look at it.  The old lady's got some good taste. 

As I admire myself in the mirror, a cat scratches at the door.  I freeze.  Shapeshifters and cats do not mix.  We're all allergic.  The last time I saw a cat, I had hives for weeks.  "Umm, Kinzie?" I scream, "I'm allergic to cats.  Can you move her?"

"It's not a cat!" she says cheerfully, "It's a monkey!"  Okay... I'm going to ignore how odd that sounded and walk outside, I think. I really hope monkey fur isn't like cat fur. 

The monkey hisses at me as I walk out.  I bend down to pet it.  It seems to be pleased with me.  It runs into the bathroom and closes the door.  Smiling, I involuntarily turn into the me I use at school, Lilly.  Suddenly, I realize what I did and instantly turn back into Rayna.  I need to remember to be on my guard when I smile.

I run downstairs.  A teenage boy I don't know is standing there.  "Who are..." I start to ask him. 

"Miles," he answers in a British accent, "Who are you?"

"Raina," I answer, "Why..."

"I live here.  She's my American great-aunt.  My mum died and no one knows who my father is," he says bluntly.

"Oh."

"What..."

I cut him off like he does to me, "I thought it was my grandmother's house.  I've never been there before and this was the address I had.  Kinzie let me in to take a shower."

"And let you wear my girlfriend's dress."

"Why is your girlfriend's stuff over here?" I ask him.

"Her mum doesn't let her wear dresses like the one you're wearing, so she buys them and keeps them here."

He walks up the stairs.  "And the monkey?" I call after him.

"She's eccentric."

That's nice, I think.  I continue walking down the stairs.  Kinzie's waiting for me.  "I expect Miles has already explained everything," she says.  I nod.  "Well, then," she says, "have some soup."

I'm enjoying the chowder, made just like my favorite restaurant does, when a girl comes through the door.   She's petite with red-blonde hair cut just above her knees.  "Hey, Mrs. Smith," she says, with a lot of pep for such a dreary day.  She's so pretty, I have to restrain myself from turning into her.  "He's upstairs, Nicole," Kinzie gestures with the soup ladle.  So that's the girlfriend.  Once she's made her way upstairs, Kinzie turns to me.

"Now, what's your story, honey?" she asks, morphing into Rayna, "because I know another shifter when I see one."

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I gasp.  I've seen this person before.  "Daisy Terrain?" I ask. 

"How do you know my work body?"  she asks

I turn into Lilly.  She looks like she's going to faint.  "Lilly," she says, "You're still alive?!"

Daisy was my mom's right-hand shifter at the order.  Sergio had killed her in a fight.  I saw the bullet wound myself. 

"You're dead," I said.

"When he shot me, the bullet went right past me," she said, "And I shifted so I looked dead."

"Ah," I said.  That makes sense.  Daisy had been the mastermind behind all our gadgets.  Her IQ was the highest known to man.  Or women.

"Wait..." I said, realizing something, "Which body shows your real age?"  She sighs.  Then I realize what I did.  "Oh," I say, "Sorry.  You don't have to tell me your real age."

She closes her eyes and says, "Kinzie."  I'm suprised.  I always thought she was young enough to be my sister. 

Turning back into Rayna, I say, "They sent Rick after me."  She nods.  She knows Rick is their best assassin.  He's only 17, but he's deadly.  Kinzie shows me to my room.  I smile and thank her. 

As I walk inside, I can feel my jaw drop.  The room is beautiful.  It has a four-post bed with a light purple canopy.  There's a huge round window with a spectacular view, too.  I open the door to the closet and step in.  Yes, it's a walk-in closet.  All the clothes are my size and my style- girly, but not too much.  "I was hoping you would come," Kinzie says.  I give her a huge hug. 

Later, I'm sitting on my bed reading one of the books I found in the bookshelf next to my bed when Miles walks in.  "So," he says, "you're a shifter." 

"Shhh," I say, "The Order has spies everywhere."

"Says the girl in the middle of nowhere."

"Yes.  I'm a shifter.  You're related to Kinzie.  Are you?"

"Skipped a generation."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he replies, "I'd really like to see the real you... if you don't mind." 

"It's not safe here."  He sighs.  He tells me to meet him in the living room.

He comes down the stairs with a flashlight and closes the blinds.  He gives me a look that says Watch this.  Then he taps the wall next to the bookshelf in a weird combination.  It opens like a door.  We step inside, where he turns on the flashlight. 

I turn into Lilly.  "No. Way," he says.  I turn back into Rayna.

"What?" I ask. 

"You're the missing girl on that poster," he says.