"Dante!" a voice screamed.

Dante felt his eyes open slowly. He groaned as he realised it was Monday. He kicked the covers off and crawled out of bed.

"Dante, get up now!"

Dante then hunted round his room for something to wear. He then found a black shirt and ripped blue jeans, it was better than nothing.

"Dante the bus is here, move it!" his mother was getting agitated.

Dante ran out of his room, and jumped down the stairs. His bag was where he left it, by the front door. He slung it over his back and ran his hand through his scruffy, silver hair to make it look as if he made an effort. Throwing the front door open, Dante ran over to the bus which was just about to leave. The driver tutted as Dante climbed onto the bus. Dante just leant against the door when it had shut. There never was a seat left for him, they were usually "taken."

It was a short trip to school; the kids sped out of the bus and bombed into the school. The driver kept Dante behind and gave him a lecture about being on time, which made Dante late which ended up in another lecture.

Dante was glad that it was lunchtime, a chance for him to be on his own as usual. He was waiting in the queue when he felt a hand clamp on his shoulder, turning he could see Leon and his gang. Leon was very tall and a lot more muscular compared to the scrawny Dante.

"Hi Dante." Said Leon with a sickly smile.

Dante ignored him.

Leon continued, "Just came to see how you are after that 'unfortunate accident'. You should really be more careful, falling down the stairs is very painful. The headmaster told you that as well."

Dante put his hand on his chest, he told the headmaster about the stairs because he did not want to be knocked into submission again. Who was he kidding? He would be beaten regardless. Lucky he was a good healer.

Later his healing powers were put to use as Leon and the rest, beat him to an inch of his life. They eventually left him and he slumped down the toilet wall. While his nose and mouth were bleeding and his bruised ribs ached. He then put his fingers to his mouth and felt the salty taste of his blood. Limping over to the sink, he felt his body healing already, and he washed the blood away. Looking into the mirror he thought, "Why can't I be normal?"

To be continued.