A blonde teenager walked in with a bit of shame at being so late, currently wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans, a blue T-shirt that didn't quite cover her midriff, sneakers and a black purse.  The most notable feature, however, was the clear name tag which had<strong>Rachael Kyleson</strong>distinctly printed upon the face.  She hadn't meant to be so late, but she spent an hour in the mirror this morning and nothing quite looked right.  Her mother had said that as soon as she picked out her own face, it would take only moments to put it on every day, but that didn't make the decision any easier.<br/><br/>Those with an acute sense of smell would be the first to notice that the girl had an exceptionally faint odor, not quite human and somewhere between paste and plastic if one took the time to get a good whiff of her.  She wasn't aware of this fault of her disguise just yet: her parents hadn't told her, if they even knew, and she wasn't much for perfume.  It tended to linger too long after she wanted to change forms.<br/><br/>She plopped down quietly behind a desk, hoping that the teacher wouldn't single her out for her tardiness, and started up her iPad to get ready for lessons.  Her soft azure eyes quickly focused upon the blackboard to start learning.