Being kept inside the house for many years, the girls were completely enamored with the villiage they were traipsing through.

“It’s so big!” said Phila, growing eyes on top of her head so she could look around better. Sahara pinched her and Phila shaped back to the acne-skinned teenager she had taken the form of.

“Phila, stop it,” hissed Ella in her ear. Phila frowned, careful not to let her hair change. Ella was looking around, when she spotted him. The hottest guy she had ever seen, with dimples and flippy brown hair. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Ella’s eyes grew wider. She hadn’t seen a boy her age of 15 since they were locked away. At full speed, which was faster than a car, she raced over to him.

“Ella!” yelled Phila and Sahara rushing to catch up with her. Ella had zero knowledge of the outside world, and how normal people were supposed to act.

“Hi I’m Ella,” said Ella introducing herself. “What’s your name?” The boy looked at her nervously.

“I’m Danny,” he said awkwardly.

“I think you’re perfection,” said Ella, her eyes getting big and awkward close to his face.

“Back off, please,” said Danny as Ella pushed him down to the bench.

“Ella! He said enough,” said Phila grabbing onto Ella’s shoulders. Ella tried to shake Phila off, but couldn’t. Sahara grabbed Ella’s other shoulder.

If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

“Ella!” yelled Sahara to Ella. Ella couldn’t take it anymore, her wings burst out of her jacket and hit Sahara and Phila aside. Danny’s eyes got wide.

“You...you..,” he said slowly backing up. It was then, that Ella realized what she had done. There was a crowd of people gawking and taking photos. She turned around. Phila’s nose was bleeding, and purple blood was spewing out. She accidentally morphed her nose into another to try to cover it up.

“Phila?” asked Ella worried. Ella flew over to Phila and Phila grabbed Ella’s arms and soared like a hang glider. But Ella was not used to using her wings, and crashed into a Dunkin Donuts.

“Look at the freaks!” yelled one of the people in the crowd. Ella was curled up in a ball on the ground and Phila had literal stars floating around her head. People were poking her to make her shift into different faces with odd accessories.

Sahara was battling a different problem. Some little kids figured out she turned partially invisible with flashlights, and were shining them onto different parts of her body.

“Stop,” she moaned. Suddenly, the whole town froze. Sahara looked up. Father was there in his hovercraft along with his body guards.

“Do you girls know how much effort it will take me to wipe each and every single person here’s memory?” he asked them. They shook their heads. “And to top that, they Instagramed it too. So I have to wipe over the internet. Do you know how exhausted I will be?” The girls looked down at the ground.

“Step into the hovercraft,” said Father. The girls obeyed. “I could wipe your memories clean right now, but I’m going to leave them, so you remember how much pain you’ve been through. You need to remember how you were publicly humiliated by the common folks.” Father froze and his veins started bulging out of his head. White symbols started flowing forth to him as he clenched his fists and teeth. He suddenly collapsed onto the hovercraft. Ella noticed that his hair got whiter and his face paler.

“We are leaving,” said one of the bodyguards driving the hovercraft away. Sahara watched as everyone in the city returned to what they were doing.