Annabell jumped in surprise when she heard the alarm clock beside her suddenly begin ringing, although she had been awake an hour earlier.  For as long as she could remember, she had lived with her parents in a small home secluded in the woods- She had been home schooled. So, it wasn't until her father suddenly decided that it was time to move, after her mother had been killed. She hated being in any sort of civilization- Even in the small town that they were in now, it felt as though she might as well have been in an overcrowded city. Her nose burned each time she stepped outside, nearly, and, naturally, she couldn't help but almost constantly feel trapped whenever she stepped into a store, or other place. Not.. That she had been to many, as she'd only been to a store with her father, once, when they'd first gotten there- Which was when she deemed that she would never step foot into one again. However, it was only a week after they'd settled in, that her father had made another decision- That Anna was going to go to high school. Being 17, she had been put into her Junior year by her father's demand, although she was taking all but one Senior class due to her intelligence.<br/><br/>Anna was, perhaps, special. She didn't see it that way, but her mother had always told her so. She was certainly a shape shifter- That was certain. Unlike most species of shifters, who usually gained their gifts around 16, as she turned only one year old, she had shifted for the first time as a small fox kit.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.seacrestwolfpreserve.org/cpg/albums/jasons-pics/red-fox-kit-swp-051808-416.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Hesitantly, she slid from the edge of her bed that she'd been sitting on, already dressed in nicely fitting skinny jeans, a casual t-shirt, and a hooded jacket whose sleeves were tugged over her small hands. Her skin might as well have been porcelain with how pale and smooth it looked, with not a mark to be seen. Her eyes were a nearly overwhelming deep blue with how easily they stood out, accompanied by rich red hair that fell in soft, natural waves down her shoulders, to the middle of her back. Nervously, her gaze flicked towards the one window that was in her room, gazing outside at the morning scene, before she headed for the door, where her father was in the kitchen, already with a piece of buttered toast waiting for Anna.<br/><br/>"Make sure you eat it before you go," He insisted as she was ready to sneak past the kitchen towards the front door, nearly groaning when she heard the familiar voice. Without a word of objection, she took the piece of toast meant for her, and nibbled at it while she headed out the door. She hadn't ever had much of an experience with vehicles- And found out by the long drive to the town that she<span style="font-style: italic">hated</span>them. Once outside, she softly shut the door behind her with her free hand, beginning the walk to the school, which her father had given her careful instructions to.<br/><br/>When she finished eating her toast, she stuffed both of her hands into her jacket pockets, occasionally her gaze glancing around, as if constantly on alert. Soon enough, she finally got to the school, and stood at the front doors for a few long moments. The building might as well have been a.. Very large, cage.<span style="font-style: italic">You can do this, Annabell.. Mom would want you to..</span>Flinching slightly when someone walking past bumped into her shoulder, causing her frail form to stumble a step forward, she hesitantly made her way in.<br/><br/>She was quite short, standing only to 5'4", and had a thin stature, although had noticeable, and quite pleasing curves in what seemed to be exactly the right places.<br/><br/>Anna glanced around once she was inside, already feeling her head begin to pound at all the people- Students- That were in the same space. Shakily, she took out a small, folded piece of paper from her pocket that had simple instructions to the cafeteria- Where her father had been told, that she needed to go, which he then told her.<br/><br/>Quickly, she headed to the cafeteria- Thankfully finding it easily, before she stood in the line she guessed- And desperately hoped- Was the correct one to get her schedule. As she stood in line, she often glanced around, her eyes a tad bit wide as she took nervous swallows, feeling as though a lump were stuck in her throat.