Claire was a tiny toddler. She looked like a small innocent little girl in the front. But lift up her hair and you would see a set of sharp teeth. Her backmouth. Here is her story

      I watched her. My mum. I was rich. I was the mayors daughter. I watched my mum sew a dress. It was pink with big ruffles.

"Mum." I said

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I wanna show you something."

"This" I said lifting up my curls.

I heard scream. The clatter of metal. Footsteps.

"Victoria what's...."

My father screamed at me

"MONSTER! DEMON! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He grabbed a knife and cut a deep gash in my arm. I cried and cried. He dragged me out and threw me onto the cobblestone street. He shut the door and locked it. I felt warm blood running down my arm. And looked at my scraped knees. I heard a gasp from above.

"Please come with me little one. I can help."

I looked up and saw a older girl.

"But I'm a monster." I sobbed

"Why?"

I lifted up my curls

"Oh! I'm like that too! But instead of an extra mouth I'm very strong."

She gently picked me up and carried me to a large tent.

Inside was an elderly woman.

"Miss P! She's one of us!"

"Good Bronwyn. She'll be fine here"

The End