Marcella skipped up the steps to the school. She bumped into a small strawberry blonde girl with her suitcase. "Woopsie! Sorry", she said as she kept walking. She dumped her things on her bed and stood there admiring it. It wasn't much colder here than winter in her little village by the sea. Marcella planned on staying inside as long as possible, so she shed her thick winter attire and picked through her clothes. She pulled on an oversized olive sweater, a pair of thick leggings, wool socks, and a pair of fleece lined boots.
She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in her appearance. After years of morphing, she didn't really remember what her natural form looked like. Marcella supposed this was as close to her natural form as ever. Pale skin, a few faint freckles and brown hair with hilights of red. She wriggled her nose, and her hair grew long down her back. She brushed and braided it down her back and tied it with a brown ribbon.
'Tea. Tea sounds good', she thought. She grabbed a sketchpad and pencils, in case an idea for an invention struck. Down in the coffee shop, she saw a handsome redheaded man. Marcella was never good with people. She was either too loud or too quiet. So she stood behind him, not saying a word.