" Long ago there were humans. They were a stupid group they hated everything about the world and- Ms. Fisher are you paying attention?" My head jerked up at the interruption of the class. Mr. Ray was easily the most absurd teacher you've ever seen he had practically gold hair, well I guess it isn't that weird, every child of the sun has bright red, gold ,orange, and well basically anything that's in the sun that's our hair. It was curly and moving everywhere as he shook his head. He was tan like everyone else.

Mr. Ray put down his note book and told her that she had an extra page of homework to do. A loud groan came from the back of the class which could only be Jenna Fisher a bright red head with a bubbly attitude in pig tail braids but she made it look cute. She, along with the rest of the children of the day were staring off into space, waiting for the day to be over. Thankfully before Mr. Ray could bore us anymore the bell signaling the end of the day sounded. I grabbed my sunset styled bag and put my history books inside and left. Now i know what your thinking A. is everything in your little sunville the same colors no but everyone looks like tanned little pieces of the sun with the same happy attitudes and bright hair and our job is to make sure that the humans have their day. That we deliver to them their perfect sunlight until we leave. And then their given over to the children of the moon for the humans romantic life under the stars. You see for some reason the children of the day hate the children of the night and vice versa. No one has ever seen each others homes. I imagine theirs to be all eerie and filled with parties. B. Why are you walking immediately don't you have any friends? Yeah kind of. We're neighbors but she's been sick for about two years now and well we have a bet going on between each other because as she says it it's not living, not really.

I start to head home when i hear the familiar impish voice of my tormentors. "Hey emo, your looking a bit pale. Maybe we beat the color into you. " It was true I was unnaturally pale especially among the day children. And before i knew it I was being pushed up against the yellow wall of our school that had the heat that was essential to my species living. "So the emo fag isn't fast. Not suprising" I hear mutters of stupid and insults when i get the first blow to my stomach. I could see the bright white flames grow in their eyes as the dick heads tore into me, making me bleed the gold blood of the children of the day. After what seems like an hour they leave and i drag myself up and stumble home where i run up to my room and cry. Just like every other day.