Your name is peighton. You have 3B hair that reaches down past your shoulders. Your a girl, the same age as Camilo, and you have one and only, Amythist colored eyes, and your wearing a pretty skirt, along with a cut top, and earrings, and a necklace, and your a different girl, to their town, happen to come from somewhere outside past the mountains that protect their town, and one day your sitting in a wide circle of trees, with your decorates sachel bag, reading a book, lying on your back in the patch of flowers, staring at the sky. And you’re just a year younger than Camilo, your 15, and he’s 16. And you can shapeshift into anything just like Camilo.