[HIDER=Diary of Morticia Arachnia]
Dear Diary, 
I am or will be Morticia Arachnia and now that I have written Dear Diary, it looks so stupid. But I won’t change it now because it will take too much time to do so. I am 17 years old and my parents were part of an experiment called “ MasterMinds “. Nothing actually happened to them but my sibling and I are mutated into what I call ‘monsters’. 
I can not change what I am and I have accepted that fact that I will always be different than anyone else in this world. I am part spider and part porcelain doll. I might even have other things wrong about myself.
What I mean by part spider is that I can spin webs as well as climb walls and ceilings. I can also make pouches and other things by ‘knitting’ my sticky webbing then dusting it with a fine powder. In fact this diary is made by knitting my webbing! The webbing is so strong that I can swing on it in my secret place. When I was young I had a lot of fun swinging in the secret place and mom had me collect the extra spider webbing by rolling it up in a ball for some future project of hers. I wonder what it is. 
What I mean about being a porcelain doll is that I scratch and chip easily. In fact I have many chips and cracks in my body as I speak. Dad is trying to make a special ‘cream’ to make me look pretty again. 
I have to go now. Time to practice my ‘skills ‘ now. I will knit more later.
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I am back again. My practice lasted almost 2 days! I was able to control not just my body but my breathing. I can now sit in my chair as if I was ‘dead’. Not one bell rang or even gave a tiny jingle. It was a long 22 and half hours and I hope that I don’t have to do it again for a while. 
The peddler came by while I was sitting and it was so very hard not to ask him anything or not to talk to him. After dinner, the peddler told some good stories and a few funny jokes for dinner. After wards dad and peddler went outside to talk. They talked for a long time. When they came in, they had made some kind of an agreement. I wonder what it is.
It has been a few weeks since the last time I have knitted an entry. During this time, mom told me about some interesting things about my webbing. It seems that my webbing can’t be cut by knife or hatchet. Dad is going to try to catch a wild boar in it. If that works, then he is going to try to use a knife, sword and the hatchet to see if it protects the wild boar or not. I hope that my webbing works well! I wonder what other tests they will do on my webbing.
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I have been very busy helping mom lately and not have had time to knit any more in my diary. We have been weaving my webbing into sheets for my bed. I love my new sheets! I feel so safe and secure under them. I have just enough webbing for my sheets and a pillow. I am so happy but I am tired……. Good night to all!
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The wild boar was caught today! It survived all of the blows and not a scratch on it. Dad took it to the village for a feast but I can not go. I am not happy about that at all. It is so not fair. I hope that I get something from the village………
Mom and dad brought me some powder from the village. It is a lavender scent. It smells nice but I would rather had gone to the village, chips, cracks and all. But no! I have to stay home by myself. I am about ready to run away and start a new life. But how can I explain all of these chips and cracks in my skin?
Mom set me to work on making new clothes for the past year and a half. It has been hard not to waste my webbing. I now have a pretty dress but it is so see throughy. Mom is trying to figure out how to color my webbing so people can’t see my body as if it was naked.
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My 20th birthday and so much has happened to me. Soon I will be leaving the family. Dad has perfected the cream and made it so that my skin is very pretty now. I have rose pink lips and lavender eyes. My skin color is ivory. My nails are red. Then they put a clear coat of hardening cream which makes me look so shiney. I don’t have a chip or scratch anymore. I wear my new dress everyday. Mom found some berries that will dye the thread as I knitted. It was a hard process but between mom and I, we dyed the dress and boots. I even made the softest insoles that one could ever want. I have made a belt with various pouches and a bag for my blankets. I am never too warm or too cold anymore. 
I now can control my emotions totally, sit without back support and motionless for 3 days if I am feed first. I need to eat or drink blood at least very 3 days or I will fall into a semi coma until I can obtain blood of one form or another. I can survive in a semi coma for several days or so I am told. Now I can’t wait for the peddler to come with my birthday gift.
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My birthday gift finally came. It is a pure breed black stallion. I must learn to ride him and make a saddle, bridle and reins. Soon it will be my 21st birthday and I will be leaving my home and family. I will not see them again most likely. I won’t be writing in my diary much but I am taking it with me. Mom wanted me to take her porcelain doll but I said that she might break. All I have to do is to look in the mirror. She gave me her mirror as a parting gift.
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Morticia was riding into a strange city. She looked neither to the right or left. She did not even seem to breathe. However she was very aware of everything that was around her. Her face was totally frozen. All that was on her mind was to find out who was in the management of ‘MasterMinds’. She was sure that she could find someone who would tell her what she wanted to know. Or else.. but everyone needs to eat. She also found out that she had another power. Will wonders ever cease?