The McAdams family had moved in just a week ago. They were a pretty normal family on the outside. There was a son and two parents. But inside the house there was one more family member, kept secret from the rest of the world. Only the family and a few doctors knew of the girl that also lived there and they all planned to keep it that way. But why would they wish to keep her a secret? It would be quite apparent when you lay eyes on her. Evangeline had been born with Rabbit DNA mixed in with her own. It was the result of a lab accident when she was still just an egg. Since then she had only ever been in her backyard which had a tall fence around it. When they had moved they had bundled her up, covered her head. See, the DNA had left some very obvious difference in the seventeen year old. Firstly, were the ears. She had two floppy cream colored ears that had a few black speckles on them. Another thing was her tail. She had a small creamy ball of fur on her lower back that would shake. It wasn’t just physical signs that made the girl different, it was mental things as well. She was quite easily frightened, jumping at the slightest of noises. Her heart beat would stay at an extremely fast pace until she could calm down. There was also her diet. she hated meat, it made her extremely sick. She stuck to fruits and veggies only. Then there was her voice. She could never quite get it very loud. It was a constant quiet tone. She sighed, looking around her room. She had the entire basement with many things for her to do throughout the day. But she grew bored and tired of them all and she went up the stairs, not getting close to the windows. She would go outside, no one would be around. She went out into the yard, giving a smile as she walked over to a tree and sat under it. She wondered when her family would be home. One might ask why she hadn't run yet, and the reason was simply that she felt she had to be good. Her parents had told her what would happen if she left the house, what people would think and do. She was terrified of ever encountering a stranger. She knew she was a freak and that she had to stay hidden. She sighed softly, running a hand through her long blonde hair that held loose ringlets , soft brown eyes gazing up at the sky. Maybe one of these days...Maybe.