Greg's Horror Story part 1.

When Amelia woke up the day after her 18th birthday nothing seemed to be right... What's more - nothing was like the day before. But in fact, somehow, she knew what to do. She combed her hair, now looking like the witch's one, did made up - red lips and violet eye-lashes. She wore brand new white dress which she had dreamt about for the whole last month - long, the floring one - similar to the ones women wear while wedding. She needed that, since she had to hide her tail. She looked in the mirror - she forgot about contac lenses she had gotten from her parents - she was wearing them and something inside her just didn't let her to take them off.

She was scared, excited and somehow calm at the same time. She knew exactly what to do, how to dress, how to change her new look to adjust to society. The society which had been around her for last 18 years and which now seemed to be (how to call it?...) not the only one? not the
proper one? - just different.

When prepared, she went out her room and took stairs downstairs. She was walking slowly, being astonished of everything around. Nothing was the same...

- Hello sweetheart - she heard - hope you slept well. - She looked at people in the kitchen. They were supposedly her parents but they looked different. Something changed. She couldn't spot the difference but she felt like it was the first time she had this special bond with them. Amelia felt inside that it is the way it should have always been like.
- Not much - she replied - I am hungry.
- Any questions? - asked her dad
- Quite a lot - the girl looked at the man - But does it really matter?
- Not much - he said.