Have you ever had your heart ripped, stabbed, broken, beaten down, and put back into your chest like nothing happened? What about having to go to school and do everyday things while faking a smile? That’s my life right there. I have to get up from my place of happiness (my bed), get dressed into clothes I can’t stand (stupid skirts and dresses), and be someone I’m not. Mom wants me to be the best person in class. That means to have the best clothes, the best hair, the best smile, the best makeup, the best EVERYTHING!!! They make me dress in these preppy clothes, and the worst of all, the clothes are all P...P….P….. PINK!!!!!!! I can’t stand pink!!! It’s like Red and White had an ugly baby and called it Pink. Who calls their baby Pink!!!! It’s a cruel and unusual punishment that you have to live for, for the rest of your life. Anyway, my mom is SUPER rich, so she hired a hair and makeup stylist to make me look like I’m Megan Fox and Kendall Jenner had a kid. She never asked me on my opinion on anything I wear. EVERYTHING that I do has to be okayed by her. Who I can hang out with, when I take a shower, what I eat, what clubs I have to join, the exact moment I brush my teeth. It probably sounds like I’m just an ungrateful snot-nosed brat, but if you had to get up every morning to go to school for 8 hours, then work at cleaning up the tanks in the aquarium (which I might add is SUPER difficult to do when your feet can’t get wet), have to wear hideous clothing & still save the world while trying to hide the fact that I left the building, I think you would be a little picky once in awhile. Thanks to my mom. She of course also thinks that people will attack me and that I can’t handle my own, even though she knows that I can, she created me and gave me the powers I need to handle my own. When I am at school everybody wants to be my friend and be with me every minute of everyday since I’m known for my mom’s wealth; they won’t even let me go to the bathroom on my own, they think that someone has to be in the STALL with me, which is just outright weird and disturbing. So I never know who are my real friends, well except for three of my BFF’s (and yes, you can have more than one BFF). Plus, everybody makes me angry when they diss on this superhero chick, The Animal, so I channel my anger and frustration in beating up the bad guys with my awesome powers. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am The Animal. And once again whose fault is that? My mother, or as she likes me to call her, My Creator, but she’s not my Creator, God is. Anyway, she got her wealth from being the world’s greatest scientist. So great that she decided to make a mutant out of her egg, which she gave tons of superhero powers to. And, she still thinks of me as the best thing she created...in the LAB. She thought it would be the best publicity stunt in the world, thankfully my father told her that I was worth being kept a secret. I love my dad so much, I just wish I could tell him that, but I’ll tell you more about that later. Anyway, my mom designed me to be the most powerful mutant the world has ever seen. I don’t really know how many super powers I have and my mom won’t tell me how many I have or what they are. You know all of the superheroes from all of the Marvel movies?! Well, I most likely have all of those powers. From Hulk’s super strength to Mystique’s shift shaping and anything in between...or at least almost anything. As far as I know, I don’t have Rogue’s powers, which is a total blessing. I don’t want to have to wear gloves everywhere I go. It’s to uncomfortable and awkward for me. But some of these powers are really cool and amazing. I can hear the tiniest help from clear across the world, thanks to being part wolf and already having super hearing. No that doesn’t mean I actually am a wolf, I can do everything a wolf can do, like running super fast, having sensitive hearing, being able to smell a very faint sent. The only things I don’t have that are apart of a wolf is all of the fur, and all of the animal instincts, but I do have my own pack. They “adopted” me when I found out that I am part wolf. I’m not going to see a squirrel and chase it, or sniff someone’s butt to say hello, since I AM human, and my parents told me not to do those sort of things. Some of my favorite powers include The Wolverine Claws (including DeathStrike’s claws, but personally I like the Wolverine claws better since they can cut a thicker wound), in my right hand I can hold/throw/manipulate fire and with my left hand I can do the exact same thing except with ice (I’m like Elsa and the Human Torch had a baby); having different type of wings for different type of situations including Angel, Eagle, Butterfly, and Hummingbird wings; turning invisible (no I don’t go into the boy's locker room to spy for two reasons. One: that’s gross, and two: I never abuse my powers) , I also have laser eyes, and one of my personal top 5 favorite powers is being able to breath underwater which includes turning into a mermaid when my feet get wet (that’s why it’s difficult to work at the aquarium), and being the Princess of the Ocean (and yes, that might sound childish, but it’s true, mermaids are real, and I can now say that I’m a princess. I bet none of you can say that!!!!). Last but not least, I am able to talk to all of the ocean creatures which I love being able to do at my work (incase you forgot, I work at the aquarium). And being able to talk to all of the Earth creatures, which I love to do. I’m like a Snow White with mutant powers (no, that doesn’t mean I sing a song to the little birdies and they come and sing with me). When an animal is near me and I want to talk to them, my vocal cords turn my voice into the sound the animal makes and then I can talk to them. For me to understand them, my brain makes my ears turn their sounds into a human’s voice. I know it sounds complicated, but it’s really simple. I can talk to animals. Anyway, what was I talking about??? Oh, yeah!!!!!! My mom designing me to be the most POWERFUL mutant the world has ever seen. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s cool to have so many super powers and to save so many people, but it takes a toll on you. I have to go to school (FYI, the school doesn’t know that I am the Animal) and skip some classes due to getting a call from a distressed person. I have to fight bad guys and I don’t just get bruises and scrapes; I get HUGE slits on my body that go to the bone. I have to sometimes kill the bad guys so they won’t hurt anymore people. I have to make that call. I also have to see millions of innocent people get killed due to the bad guy. Then after it’s all done, I have to go to school with wrapped up arms and legs, and have to pretend that I didn’t just killed a person, that I didn’t just see people die right in front of me and I couldn’t save them. Keep in mind that this happens on an everyday basis with me. It’s my job to protect people from harm, but with protecting others, comes not protecting yourself physically and emotionally. Every time I have to see someone die I get flashbacks to when my father died. Yes, a superhero mutant has feelings. My father had died when I was 11, infact, it was 28 days before I turned 12. My father was diagnosed to Hepatopulmonary Syndrome in June or July. Hepatopulmonary Syndrome is basically when your liver is eating your lungs and you need an oxygen tank everywhere you go, and the only way to cure this syndrome is to get a liver transplant. Well, my father had a lot of health problems before they diagnosed him to the syndrome. He had two heart attacks, one of them they had to use a defibrillator to bring him back to life, and a lot of other health problems that I don’t remember, sorry. Anyway, before he got the liver transplant, he needed to get a heart transplant as well, so he was put on a waiting list. It’s really rare to live from two transplants since it takes a toll on your body. He didn’t get any transplant before he died. On February 11, 2011 he died. I found out while I was fighting The Nightmare Monster, my arch enemy, and I couldn’t say goodbye to my father. I didn’t say goodbye…..my father was DEAD and I didn’t say goodbye.