** STEREO HEARTS

[PIPER NICOLE WILCOX]

my hearts a stereo ,
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IT BEATS FOR YOU ,,
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so listen close ~

In the back of her mind, she heard the practice of Arial Classes. The soft flapping of wings, and hearing the air being sliced by swift flting animals. Mostly birds, but still. Piper was in the shade of the bleachers; sitting relaxed underneath the metal structures. In her hand was a book; called Uncle Tom's Cabin. It was a middle-length, marroon book that had a detailed sketch of three African Americans in a cabin. A woman, a man, and a young boy. The picture was black and white, but it was easy to imagine the colors. The book was written by Harriet Beecher Stowe. It was written by her during the Civil War time. It described the hard times that the slaves went through. And how they were abused, hunted, and misunderstood. She would call this, pleasure reading; since it wasn't assigned by her history teacher. Piper was on page .. 207 out of 576. She had started two days ago, around 1:00 PM. So far, so good. The book didn't display a main character, or a focus on one slave plantation. It was just, describing how hard it was. It was even hard for the free Africans; they had to find jobs and support their family. They had to find money, they had to find shelter. Blacks weren't even allowed to vote until they had lived in the state for three years. The 1850s were chaos, as far as Piper was concerned.

Piper shut the book, putting a strip of purple ribbon in the current page before doing so. She smiled in bliss, and pulled out a pair of glasses to wear. Big, Tiao Cruz glasses, in fact. The senior shut her eyes, feeling the sun hit her skin. The shifter decided to leave the book, and go for a walk. Besides, there were only rules against shifting in the hallway. As far as Piper knew, this was outside. Not in the high school building. Thus, she shifted into her animal: the African Serval. Her clothes dissolved, but they weren't gone forever. They would come back once she transformed back into her human state. Her spine harmlessly morphed, and her skin grew golden hair rapidly. Piper grew shorter, and became an African Sevral. She smiled giddily, and padded around the soccer field.

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notes : short. sorry. :P

[Yukina Matsumoto]

Quietly, Yukina watched the aerial classes do their dips and spirals, completely stunned at the beauty of flying and envying those bird-shifters because of it. In her point of view, being a salt-water dolphin sucked... big ones. Everyone stereotyped her as the always smiling, innocent, generous-beyond-belief, optimistic Japanese that stresses kindness and butterflies that comes out of unicorns; that isn't even the worst part of being a dolphin. Okay, so people find those aquatic mammals 'friendly', which pretty much sets the worst stereotype ever for Yukina. You're a dolphin, they're nice. So you have to be nice! The most insulting insult and stereotype she had ever heard; unfortunately, those were the first words that came out from another idiot freshie on the first second of this hell-bent-shifters' school. Honestly, Yukina thought she'd find some peace in this so-called place they're supposed to belong; guess what? It's the same pain all over again. Not being able to fit in as good as she wanted to be. Being judged by her outer shell instead of her inner self. The Japanese sighed as the memories of junior high washed into her and recollected itself like the waves of the old California beaches.

A symphony of flaps and squawks snapped the dazed Yukina back into reality and made the roots of her black hair stand even straighter than ever. Then, way in the corner of her almond-shaped sugar-brown eyes a brunette with a tiny frame morph into a lean, light-on-their-feet looking cat. A really big one, in fact. For a moment, the freshmen stared at the shifter in awe, completely mesmerized by the grace in its posture and beauty of its lean, perfectly toned body. It was like looking at a blooming flower, one that grew more graceful each time you took a peek at it. Something in Yukina wanted to turn away and run for dear life. Her dolphin instincts? Shouting at her human form? Oh, no. That strange, familiar feeling that she felt every time her inner-animal wanted to come out; the Japanese resisted. Slowly, she took a few breaths, reminding herself that she wasn't anywhere near a huge body of water, especially a huge body of salt-water. When her sugar-brown eyes traced back to the cat, she felt like it would had been easy for her to speak with her. Strike up a convo, she thought grimly. Yukina hopped onto the railing and slid all the way down towards the she-cat; happily made her way towards it, obviously trying not to look too awkward like a total stranger approaching another stranger in the middle of a soccer field. As Yukina reached within ten feet of the feline, she smiled a light smile and waved.

"Hey, what's up?" the freshmen asked, a fake smile upon her lips.