Your POV:

I hate my school and just life in general. I mean, couldn't they make it the least bit interesting? Nope. Instead, they try to make you suffer as much as possible, not counting my personal problems that I do not need right now. It was never really a problem until I started middle school. I always knew that I was slightly different, bullies made that clear, but it seems that it actually gets worse as I get older. 

As if those humans did not have enough shit to do already. Yes, I call people humans, but they technically are so, it's not really an insult. Not that it is supposed to be one. It's just a way for me to talk about people. I am pretty weird, but who isn't in this world? Well, I should probably go to school. I'm ready anyway and it's not like I have anything better to do. 

As I walk into my first class, I sit down and stare off into space while thinking. I would be considered weird by most people. How I think is what could be understood as incoherent, my thoughts are pretty much all over the place, making me seem hyperactive, to say the least. My brain is like that for a reason. Well, it is more of a logical guess than anything.

The sound of someone sitting next to me makes me jump slightly and look at the person. "Hey, (Y/N)," Greets MJ in her usual bored tone while still smiling at me. I stay silent for a couple of seconds, not having realized that school was about to start, the social interaction surprising me. "Oh, um, hi, MJ," I awkwardly say. She nods slightly and goes back to her sketch while I curse at myself in my head. My classmates slowly start coming into the class. My eyes go dark for a second as they land on Flash. What an annoying human.

He is one of my bullies. I saw him bully other people but he is mostly after Peter Parker, a geeky boy in my class. He always hangs around his best friend, Ned, who may be an even bigger geek than him. They look pretty cool but I am too awkward to talk to them. Also, they may be mean to me or something. MJ seems to know them pretty well though, and she hates bullies so, I guess that they are okay? I don't know for sure though since the female can be pretty confusing at times. Not like I am any different though.

I am not really her friend, more of an acquaintance. I don't have any friends, I never did. That is probably why I'm so awkward when having to socialize or talk in general. I sound very different in real life from what I sound like in my head. I wonder which is my real way of talking. Maybe both are? It can become pretty confusing but at least I won't just talk out loud without realizing. That is my logic. I don't know, do I even have my own logic really? I just confused myself. Great job, me. I mean, was logic ever my thing? Probably not, I am even weirder than... Uh... I don't know anyone really weird...

"In your own world again, Miss (Y/N)?" The voice surprises me and I jump up, making my things fall on the ground. People laugh and I blush in shyness as I pick my things up. "Sorry," I mutter. I go to pick my notebook but someone grabs it before I can, handing it to me. I look up with a confused frown and realize that it is Peter, making me stutter a thank you and awkwardly shuffle back to my seat, him doing the same. "It better not happen again or I will have to tell your guardians." The mention of my guardians makes me flinch. I can hear Flash still chuckling, calling me names to his friends. Humans...

As the bell rings, I sigh in relief and hurry out of the class before anyone else. I go to my locker and put my things in, taking my lunch. I make my own lunch since I eat slightly different from usual persons. My happiness is cut short though as I walk into the cafeteria and see Flash turn and look at me. My eyes widen as I start backing up to get out but he quickly walks up to me and snatches my lunch. I don't know what takes over me but I snatch it back. He looks at me with anger in his eyes and I freeze, not knowing what to do.

"Leave her alone, Flash," Says MJ, making me look at her in surprise. Flash huffs but leaves, not before threatening me, of course. I sit down next to MJ with a relieved sigh. "T-thank you for, um, standing up for me," I say with a small blush at having to say this. "No need to thank me. I wanted to tell him off for a while now, and his face was priceless," She says with a smirk. I chuckle slightly, happy that I still have my lunch for once. He would usually mock me and put it in the trash after stepping on it.

I glance at Ned and Peter sitting a bit farther from me. I'd like to talk to them but... I'm way too weird. I take out my lunch, a steak, and almost drool as I look at it. There is still lots of blood in it, just like I like it. I use my knife and fork to cut a piece before eating it, moaning at the taste. (Not in that way, you morons.) I eat all of it quickly, finally able to eat a real lunch. I realize that there is blood sliding down my face and use my hand to wipe it. I do not even realize that I lick my hand until I see MJ starring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You seem to have really liked that steak," She states. I look at her with fear in my eyes. "U-uh, yeah. I just haven't eaten one i-in a while," I say, stammering a bit. She looks at me with a look that tells me she knows something is up, but I do not say anything, looking down at my plate in disappointment that she had to see me like that. Animalistic. Hungry. The boys saw me too, I know it. Feeling horrible, I take my things and quickly leave the cafeteria.

As I walk down a dark hallway thinking, I feel someone push me, making me fall on the ground on my hands and knees. I quickly turn around so I am on my back and I see another one of my numerous bullies. He is much older than me. I yelp as he grabs my right leg. "Don't yell, you monster. I just want to show you a lesson for what you did last time," He says darkly. I then remember what happened last week.

~Flashback~

I walk down the street to go home when someone grabs my arm and pins me to a wall. I freeze in fear as I feel the cold blade of a knife on my throat. When I see the face of my attacker, I gasp, the knife scratching my skin. "You are a monster, a freak. Do you know what I do to monsters like you?" He asks, moving the knife so it is now right where my heart is. I start shaking in fear. "I kill them."

I scream as the blade slightly pierces my skin and I shove him away so hard that he hits the wall on the other end of the alleyway. I take the knife that is now on the ground and stab him in the arm as he tries to grab me again. His scream of pain makes me realize what exactly is going on and I run away still holding the knife.

~End of flashback~

"Please, please... I did not mean to hurt you. Please leave me alone," I beg, trying to get away but his friends hold me down. Four against one, I have no chance of getting out this time. "Did not mean to hurt me, you say!? You stabbed me!" He screams, slightly strangling me with his hand. I cough and try to kick him but he puts himself between my legs, a dark look in his eyes. I look around and realize that there are no cameras here, making me shake in fear. What is he going to do to me?

I close my eyes as he raises his hand, but the punch never comes. I slowly open my eyes and gasp in surprise as I see Flash holding the bully down. His friends try to attack Flash but the boy's friends hold them down too. Then, a teacher arrives running with Liz behind. I look at everyone with fear and confusion in my eyes, panicking. "You must all come with me to the principal's office. Now," Says the teacher. The boys all get up and I look at Flash who looks at me apologetically. I struggle to get up as they are about to leave.

"W-wait!" The teacher turns to me. "F-Flash and his friends h-helped me by holding t-them down... They w-were attacking me," I explain in a rush, though stammering a bit. The teacher looks at me with compassion. "I know. Liz told me everything. We just need them to tell us exactly what happened. You can go home, we'll talk to your guardians," She answers. I nod, shyly glancing at Flash again before running off, looking at the ground the whole time.