I wake up feeling a little bit grumpy. I have school today. I don't like anything about it.

O.K. I like art class but that's about it.

I get dressed, grab my backpack, then head to the living room. Though, as soon as I appear in it, I see the bus pull up.

Crap.

I say Goodbye to my parents then, feeling somewhat reluctant, get on board the bus. I hear some kid hiss in my ear as I sit down.

"Freak."

Here we go. Everybody on the bus calls me names. Most of the insults are about my height. I'm 16 and 5 feet tall. Yes, I know that's short for my age. Why doesn't the driver make then stop?

As usual, I ignore them. Wish I had brought a book.

The bus arrives at school. I march off. Though, at school, the insults continue. Too late to change schools now. Much to my chagrin. I'd fight at least one of the kids but I don't want to get suspended.

I know I'm different though. I'm the only Meta in Bludhaven. Only girl who can turn invisible.

"Shrimp."
"Midget."
"Knee high to a grasshopper." Nerd.

I continue to ignoring the insults, mainly because I have no idea what to say.

Thank God for art class.

Oh. There's a substitute. She has no idea what she's doing.

"Why don't you go help the sub, teacher's pet?"

I roll my eyes. I get called that a lot in this class. And I hate it. I always have. I do help the sub though. I appreciate her thanks until some kid trips me.

That pisses me off. I'd snap at him but I can tell he's a favorite.

Figures.

My last class is math. That's my least favorite subject. I even have homework. Great.

Man, I really want to vent right now.

I had a lousy day and I still feel different. Really different. Square peg in a round hole kind of different.

As soon as I get home, I head to the work out room. Not to spar though. For the punching bag. I'm not really in the mood for sparring and, at present, there's no one here anyway.

I'd talk to Tim on my cell phone but he's busy. As for my homework, I'll do it later. I'd tell my parents that I'm home but I want to let my frustration out first. I set my backpack down on the work out room floor then, determined to let it all out my way, head towards the punching bag.

I just want to use my fists now. Only my fists.

I stand a good distance away from the bag, then start letting out my frustration. Feels good.

I continue punching as I feel my frustration slowly start to disappear. Don't really feel like using another method right now.