"Bitch."

"Freak."

"Kill yourself."

I ignore the muttering around me as I trudge through the hallways, as always. My horns barely poke through the hood of my jacket, making permanent imprints in the fabric. I sigh. Glad I learned how to sew a few years back, when they started growing. I feel a knock at my shoulder, jostling my books onto the floor. I stumble over my words, leaning over.

"S- sorry! That's my fault.."

"No, no, it's my fault, my apologies...!"

I look up from the ground as a tan hand touches my copy of 'Lord of The Rings'.

"Sorry again, I didn't mean to bump into you."

A surprisingly smiling face greets my slitted yellow pupils. The hand which was on my novel reaches up and ticks a strand of dark brown hair behind an ear. I give a tentative smile, reaching for my supplies.

"I.. I should be going now..."

I rush away before they have time to react to my hood slipping slightly off of my head. My reddish hands reach for the rim of the dark cowl attached to my jacket. Tech class was only a few steps away, if only I could reach it without meeting-

"Finally found you, demon."

I since the hoodie tighter around my face as my coal black irises search for an escape. A cold hand reaches my shoulder, forcing me to turn around.

"Thought you could run, huh?"

"I- Uh.. No?"

I stare into the hatred-filled eyes of the human whom has been torturing my life for the past 3 years. And I thought Highschool would be my escape. I was so, so wrong. So wrong.

"Get to class before I teach you something myself, yeah?"

I nod furiously, squeezing past their glaring vision. Why, oh why did I have to refuse homeschooling? The fact that I could even think of trying to find 'friends' of some sort. Me. The fucking hell-born-looking monstrosity that became of a gone-bad science experiment.

"Ms? I'm sorry that I'm late, I.."

My excuse trails off as I enter the classroom, watching as the teacher's spot-light gaze focuses on my scaly appearance. I twine my barely visible tail around my legs, wincing softly as its pointed end pokes my calf.

"Late. Again. Sit down, class will begin in a few short moments. Your computer has already been powered on."

I sigh, haphazardly tossing my backpack underneath the desk. My eyes glow softly, scanning the screen as my tail taps lightly on the chair. She flips a page in a textbook, and begins drawling on and on about the differences between Adobe Flash and Photoshop.

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"To begin the lesson, Photoshop is a creative piece of software with, albeit limited, capabilities compared to Adobe Flash. However, Photoshop is free, available to everyone whom would want it, whilst Adobe Flash is an expense not nearly available to all, even though it has more, and most likely even better capabilities than those of Photoshop. For this year, we will be using Photoshop, unless you can afford Adobe Flash on your own. This lesson will consist of..."

I roll my eyes, the most I can, at least. I log in to the laptop, my claw- hands. My hands fly over the keys, opening all tabs needed for the assignment. I resist the urge to plug in headphones, straining my ears to hear the teacher once again.

"With the introduction taken care of, please open up you chosen editing application."

I double-click the Photoshop software icon, looking back up boredly. The monotonous noise drifted around the room, and I swear, I think I saw a few students drifting off to sleep in the middle of her lecture. I suppress a groan a she continues for the entirety of the class

Most people assume my appearance is because of my quirk. I laugh at them, thinking they're joking. When they glare at me, I remember that some people are just plain stupid. I think about these interactions as I walk the halls after school, travelling to my car. My quirk? I can read minds. Sometimes. The dumb horns in my skull cancel it out unless I'm really zoned out or relaxed. Meaning, it never happens.

Immersed in my thoughts, I don't hear footsteps behind me until a moment too late. A hand taps my shoulder, flinching back as my head whirls around to face the person behind myself.

"Uh.. Hi!"

The tan hand waves sheepishly as I scan the light face, hiding my eyes nervously.

"Sorry that I bumped into you earlier. I thought that… maybe I could make it up to you?"

They hold out a small, mint-colored box, turning away.

"I know that I've been aspiring to be a hero for way too long, and I thought that you might want something that I think is cool, since I don't know you that well yet.. But I get if it's a bad gift, I can take it back!-"

I unwrap the present as they ramble, the tan hand waving around worriedly.

"..An All Might Figurine?"

I mutter, holding it in the palm of my reddish, scaly hand. My black claws-turned-fingertips poke at it, turning it sideways. I glance at the human in front of me, my slitted yellow pupils widening.

"Limited edition…?"

They freeze, grimacing.

"It's a stupid gift, I knew it!"

The tan hand reaches up to grab it, but I pull it out of their reach.

"No. It's mine now, and I'm going to cherish it forever."

I press it gently back into the box, running away through the hall, outside, and into my car before they can respond. I drive off, my mind melting into itself with too many different questions. I ignore them all, refocusing my eyes onto the road.

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