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I couldn't believe I was doing this. School was important, and Frankenstein's Creature had been helping me a lot with Romeo and Juliet. This wasn't like me.

Except today, it was like me. I needed to talk to her, and I wasn't sure she'd be available any other time. So I was cutting class. I left my school bag at the apartment, and I made my way over to the newspaper. I was bundled up snugly against the chilly air, but my morphing suit was a reassuring elastic presence on my body. I hesitated outside the door to the newspaper as I debated how to do this. I wasn't sure I wanted her to know who I was. But I wanted to trust her.

I turned towards the nearest alley and crouched behind a Dumpster. I only needed just enough of a morph to change my face.

Normally, a morph started differently every time. But I could sometimes control it. I tried to do that, now. I focused as hard as I could, changing just my mouth, hiding so no one could see the snout that grew forward. I could feel my teeth grinding as they stretched and changed.

<Elena? It's me. Can you get away?> I hoped that worked. I hoped she heard me.