The next day the door to my room opened and a man came in. He was tall with black hair and red eyes. The black water that covered my heart started to swirl creating a violent storm. This man was my Father.


    “What do you want?” I said in an annoyed tone.


    “I came to see you?” The man said earnestly.


    “I''m fine you can leave.” I said insistent.


    “You do know I’m paying for this right.” The man said angrily.


    “Insurance pays for most of this, and I''m not a gold digger, you can''t buy my feelings with money.” I spoke, afterward feeling I had gone too far stayed silent.


    “You know it isn’t like that.” My father tried to plead. He got closer and tried to grab my left arm, but I didn’t give him the chance. Now that he was closer I could smell the stench of alcohol and smoke.


    “I have to admit you''re pretty impressive, to think you have such good balls that you decide to show up after nearly a week.” I commented with disgust. In truth I was scared, I was unable to activate my ability, too scared of what it might show me.


    “I just want you to be okay.” My father spoke silently.


    “You want me to be okay? So you can make me a killer again.” I said, hiding my face from him.


    “That-that.” My father struggled to say, but he eventually tripped over his own shoes.


    “Get out.” I spoke coldly. My fathers face turned sorrowful, he slowly got up and left.


    The next two weeks passed slowly, Amanda was the only one that visited me. I spent most of my time sitting around or struggling to study with one hand. After two weeks my mild injuries were healed leaving me with only a couple broken ribs, my broken arm, along with a couple bandages on my face. I was told by the doctors that I could go back to school but I would have to be careful.


    I went back to my fathers house. He was not around the apartment. I settled down before cooking for myself. I tried to make eggs but with only one arm it was hard. I tried to relax but the injury hurt. I could only lay in suffering till I fell asleep thinking about the next day.


    The following day, I walked to school early. There was barely anyone around. I walked to the teachers office and knocked lightly.


    “Come in.” A hearty voice sounded from the other side of the door. I opened the door and walked in. Inside the room were a bunch of the teachers from the room at desks, working. When I walked in all the eyes fell on me. Suddenly a room with shocked faces, and silence followed for a short period.


    “What happened to you?” The hearty voice asked. The voice belonged to a tall muscular man, My P.E teacher.


    “My arm and a couple of my ribs are broken.”  I spoke without care. The faculty already knew of the rumors. However it seems like they have trouble believing it. They look like they are full of concern for me.


    “How did that happen?” The P.E teacher asked. Many curious faces along with ones filled with pity tried to overwhelm me.


    “I will not be able to participate in your classes until I am healed. Here is my doctor''s note.” I said as I walked up to him and offered him the sheet of paper.


    “O-ok, during my class you should just go to the nurses office and rest.” The teacher said, looking worried.


    I then moved on to my homeroom teacher. A woman which everyone would seem to like. She was tall and had short brown hair.


    “I would like to have permission to wear this jacket until my injury is healed.”  The jacket in question was big and rough and it had a camo pattern on it.


    “Sure, but make sure that it doesn’t disrupt anybody. Also please come to me if you need any help.” The woman said with worry.


    “Thank you for your time and goodbye.” I said respectfully as I left. I did not give them a real chance to ask anything. It would only lead to useless troubles if there was any answer to their questions.


    I then went to the school shop. However, due to the time it was not open. As I thought about where to go next, I saw another student. Early students had already arrived and settled down. There were not a lot of people out and about. This time it was a girl with short brown hair. I recognized her as classmate B, the first one I confronted in my class. I saw her eyes wide, then she started to shake but not because of the cold. Then I saw a firmness in her eyes. She started to walk in my direction. I was confused. She was obviously scared of me but why would she get closer. When she got close enough to see each other''s faces she spoke.


    “How did you know about the rumors?” She asked meekly. The look on her face was nervous, not scared.


    “I had a friend who went to that school.” I made up an excuse quickly.


    “Oh.” She said quietly. I almost started to pity her, when I remembered what she had done.


    “Y-you know I really regret what I did back then. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t do something like that ever again.” She spoke quickly, also trying to make an excuse for herself.


    “I don’t care.” I said, trying to regain my orientation. She then looked at eyes with a burning passion.


    “I know that I probably don’t deserve this, but I don’t want to leave our relationship like this. I don''t want our relationship to be something that just happened and it passed. I don’t want you to just be a passerby.” Her words shocked me. Normally you wouldn’t want to get close to somebody who did what I did. However she not only can look me in the eyes, but also say those words. Her words were also in another world of their own. A passerby, it was slightly confusing but I understood how she felt. This year will be interesting.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.


    I walked closer to her, her body shivered with fear but her eyes still kept their fire. I reached out my hand.


    “How admirable, I guess you can tell me your name. I will remember it.” I said embarrassed and lightly patted her on the head. I could almost see her fear break as her muscles became less tense.


    “My name is Bell.” Her voice sounded.


    I opened the door to the nurses office. Sitting at a desk alone was the school nurse. Her head turned and saw me. She let out a yelp and in a flash she was in my face checking my injuries.


    “What happened?” She asked worriedly.


    “Broken ribs, broken arm.” I said nonchalantly.


    “Looks like you already got it treated at the hospital,” She said, “I guess the rumors were true.”


    “What rumors?” I asked politely. I knew there were going to be rumors if I was out for two weeks, but what exactly they were, I need to know.


    “Um, why did you come to the nurses office if you were already treated?” The nurse tried to change the subject. I gave up on the idea of finding out the rumors from her.


    “I will be resting in the nurse''s office for P.E class from now on.” I said calmly. I then left trying to ignore any more dialogue.


    By this time most of the students had already arrived and were wandering around the school. When they saw me I once again got the royal treatment and parted the seas. However this time their stares were not quite as fierce. It seemed like the new rumors did not put me in the best of light. I decided to zip up my jacket, so instead of seeing my arm in a cast, people just saw a big jacket with only my left arm in its sleeve. I made my way to the classroom, and walked in.


    When I walked into the room the aura immediately changed. Previously the room was filled with a warm vibe and plenty of laughter. After I walked in it fell silent, many eyes were on me. Then laughter filled the room. I ignored it and walked to my seat sitting down. I found a weird object in my desk. Eyes still following me, I looked inside my desk and found a dead rabbit rotten with holes. A group of boys in a corner of the room erupted with laughter. Without hesitation I walked to the corner of the room and grabbed a small box. I walked back to my desk and picked up the rabbit. Yells from nearly all of the girls in the classroom filled my ears. The homeroom teacher then stepped in.


    “Azure what are you doing?” The teacher said, looking at the rabbit. I finished placing the rabbit in the box and placed it under my desk. I stood and walked to the door. The entire class stared in silence.


    “Teacher, please excuse me. I must wash my hand.” I was listless or more accurately cold. I left the room without waiting for a response. I reaffirmed my will. This is what happens when any sign of weakness is revealed. Even more so they bring the innocent into the matter. They really are evil.


    After I returned from the bathroom, the entire class was waiting orderly for class to start. I walked in and ignored the weird stares and sat down. Gossip filled the room but the teacher immediately put an end to it. I noticed beside the teacher was an assistant.


    “Azure you have been called to the principal''s office. My assistant will teach the rest of you while we are gone.” An ooohh went through the class. I stood and walked out the door with the teacher. My homeroom teacher looked nervous.


    We arrived at the principal''s office and were allowed in. Inside sitting at a desk was an old man. He was obtuse and balding, he had a smile on his face that said cunning.


    “Hello, you must be Azure.” The old man said cheerfully.


    “Yes I am, may I ask why you called me to your office.” I was pessimistic for my next five minutes.


    “First I would like to give you my condolences for your injury. I hope that you recover quickly.” He said with a smile, but his eyes were cunning.


    “Thank you, but can we hurry up? I have to return to my classroom to continue learning.” I spoke hoping to get straight to the point.


    “Ok, I am impressed with your desire to learn. There are two reasons I called you to my office. First there have been rumors going around. Could you explain your side?” He said giving no more context.


    “You will have to give me more context, there have been many rumors of me and even more have been created while I was in the hospital.” I said getting slightly angry with the conversation.


    “Then let me clear up the situation, before you were gone the rumors were of you having bullied and threatened your entire class. You got the nickname Devil Faced Demon. When you were out they changed to you getting into a gang fight. Your nickname then changed to Devil Faced Dog. All of these behaviors do not show you in a good light.” The man spoke in a calm way but he was trying to demean me the entire time. Too bad dealing with situations like this is too easy.


    “These are just rumors.” I said, while getting bored.


    “But rumors usually have a base in truth.” He said more of his true personality leaked out. I don’t even need to use my ability to know how evil he is. I try to use my ability as little as possible so I don’t become reliant on it. There was no need to use it now.


    “But in the end rumors are just rumors because they have no evidence.” I said cruelly, showing no mind to discuss possibilities.


    “I see, well let''s move on to our second reason, you brought a dead rabbit to school. This behavior is inappropriate to the school, its students, and its staff.” You could see how he tried to plan the conversation. First he brings up the more vague topic with little to no chance of successful attack. He asked me about what happened, questioning the validity of the rumors. Now he brings up his real attack, and does not even discuss guilt.


    “I did not bring the rabbit.” I started to observe the man.


    “But it was found in your desk.” The man said the dirty, his personality bleeding through.


    “If I put the rabbit in your desk, does that make it yours?”I rebutted immediately.


    “How rude and distasteful.” The man resorted to personal attacks.


    “Isn’t it rude to accuse somebody of something with no evidence.” I said rightfully.


    “That doesn’t mean you didn’t put it there though.” The real battle began.


    “When I went to the teachers office I did not have the rabbit with me, the teachers can confirm.” Myself.


    “What If you hid it in your bag, and took it out afterwards.” Principal.


    “I took the rabbit out of my desk and then people started yelling, They would have seen me put the rabbit in my desk.” Myself.


    “Then you might have put the rabbit in your desk before you went to the teachers office.” Principal.


    “I am seriously injured. I would not have enough time to move around, and someone would have seen me.” Myself


    “Then why would someone put the rabbit in your desk today,  you''ve been gone for two weeks nobody would have known you would come back today.” Principal.


    “The rabbit was rotting, it could have been there for days.” Myself.


    With an end of topic the principal said, “There is no point arguing further, go back for now.” He would probably try to find some type of evidence. However he could also do some very bad things.


    I walked back to the class with my teacher.


    “I didn’t think you would be able to argue on level with the principal.” She said nervously.


    “It''s nothing, you just have to take away everything without proof. But even more so he could have easily crushed me with his position as principal.” I said respectfully. Why didn''t he? I asked myself.