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I am a normal child.. I've always been told that. But I always think other wise, they can't fool me. I hate them, they think I'm their slave and think I do their work willingly.

I'm talking about teachers. They think that I've had a terrible past that I can be laid off easy, but they also know I'm practically a genius. Scientifically and Lititurally I am the best in my class, maybe even my grade. I don't know, but I feel like an alien in this type of situation.

The teacher snapped his fingers in front of me, "Hello? You in there?" He asks. I shake my head and look at him, "Yes sir, I apologize sir" I say looking down, being 'sorry' when I said that. I'm also good at lieing at my teachers, they usually don't like it when they find out, but then again that hasn't happened yet, "Alright now where were we?" The teacher asks.

A girl raises her hand, "The different refraction rates and angles of different materials Sir" she replies. The entire class looks at her with a dirty glace as they put their phones away and look at the class, some of them sighing, some still looking at her with annoyed looks. Especially a boy beside her in a grey, kicking her desk a bit in annoyance

I felt bad for her, it wasn't their faults that they don't pay attention in their class and fail because they don't have the self restraint for their phones. I have mine with me right now but I don't use it often, the only times I do use it is when it's an emergency or when I have spare time, but all I do on my spare time is write what happens in class and take notes I've memorized on them.

The teacher continued and explained the different rates of speed of light via refraction. I laid my head down already knowing this and fell asleep on accident, too lazy to wake up to stop myself.
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I was surrounded in black as a figure appeared in front of me. He was holding a knife. I looked at them confused as they ran at me and stabbed but me dodging at the same time. I smiled as I leg sweeped him and stomped on their hand with the knife as they let go. I grabbed the knife and put it to their neck. I sat on them knife still to their neck as I felt something wrong happen.
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I awakened to the sound of someone slamming a book against the desk I was sitting in as I jolted upwards my eyes wide with surprise, "Heheheh" a boy said as everyone erupted laughing. It was the boy beside the girl and I knew him, his name was Michael, he was a skate boarder with bad sense of humour; in my opinion, but everyone laughs to his jokes, pranks etc. I saw him lean behind the desk behind me and saw Sir gone, "Who are you anyway buddy? You look familiar" he said more then asked. I sigh, "Xavier. Now I have a question" I said.

Michael leans back and smiles, "What is it?" He asks, "Do you want to get hurt? Because I don't know about you but I don't like getting awake suddenly by someone slamming a book against a desk. I'm resting since the teacher already knows I am more advanced then you mindless cretins, that have no restraint to keeping your damn phones in your pockets during class. So what do you say to that Michael?" I say annoyed and in his face as possible.

The girl looked at me like I was a mad man shaking her head not believing this is happening. Michael looked at everyone, "Well look at what we got here. He thinks we are nothing but 'cretins'. What are cretins anyway?" He asks confused, "You are proving my point Michael" I say laughing a bit.

2 more boys surround me as Micheal then grabs me and the boys each wind up a punch. Just when they are about to throw the punches they freeze for a moment as I think. Why do I want them to do this.. I've endured this too long to just stand and watch.. I HAVE TO DO IT...

I bite Michaels hand as he yells in pain letting me go as I kick the guys to my right in the face knocking him down. The guy to my left looks at me and punches but I grab his hand and squeeze his hand. He yells out in pain as I let go as he clutches his hand as I kick him to the ground. I kick the guy I kicked down before in the face knocking him out, doing the same to the other.

I turned and saw Michael there holding a knife. The entire class watched and couldn't move. Michael's hand was dripping with blood, "You're a freak" he said, "All you are is a beast.. Needed to be put down" he says as he runs at me.

Like in an action movie I go down and grab his legs and suplex him on his neck hearing the crack of it as blood spilled on the class floor. Then a sensation filled me, "NO WITNESSES!" It yelled as I ran and killed the rest of the class except that one girl. I was covered with blood as I licked my lips, tasting the bitterness of the blood of the class on my face.

The girl looked at me and was crying and I put Michaels knife on a desk behind me as I looked at the girl, "You didn't see anything" I said, "Wh-What?" She asks confused, "You.. Didn't see anything.." I say slowly. She understands and nods, "I didn't see anything" she says winking. I smile, "Don't wink when they ask you" I added as I ran away from the class, knowing I'm not all a genocidal maniac.

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