So I got to the bus stop and wondered why I even have to go to a school where future superheroes roam while the supervillains are who knows where. I was wearing all black. I was even born with long, sharp black fingernails that belonged on a demon. It's beyond me why the only superpower I have is the ability to see into people's hearts. That sucks ass, even for the child of Satan himself. The bus came three minutes later, with everyone on the bus throwing paper airplanes and pencils. The noise level was that of a middle school classroom: damn loud. I walked to the back of the bus where no one was sitting and sat in a corner. I then looked out the window and just thought about the apocalypse, like I usually do.
Another two minutes later, another kid gets on the bus. But this guy is different. I sensed emotional and mental turmoil that only a truly tortured soul could bear. I looked to the aisle and saw a guy with black hair going straight down, parted at the middle. He was wearing a black shirt with red curls on it, black jeans, and black combat boots. He sat next to me and we looked at each other for a moment. He was reading pure hatred from my face, while I was reading misery and sadness from mine. We then turned to the front.
"The world screwed you over too, didn't it?" He said.
"Damn right." I replied.
"Name's Warren Peace." He said.
"Jason Mendes, but my friends would call me Damian." I said.
"Why Damian? Isn't that the son of Satan's name?" Warren asked.
"Believe it or not, I am the son of Satan." I replied.
He stared in disbelief. "No way."
I showed him my nails. "Way."
He looked impressed. "Friends?"
"Sure." I said.
This day just got better, I thought. Way better.