Destiny: The Winx Saga {Parallel storyline}

Chapter 5: Today a Monster

{Aura}

Day two of school was no better than the first. I made sure to arrive to both of my morning classes right after the bell, but no matter how I timed it whispers always ensued.

Each period I carefully assessed the volume level and compared it to that of yesterday. I'd say the whispers were a fraction of a decibel quieter today, which is nothing to turn one's nose up at – however, I was conducting this experiment with no proper data sets or equipment, and I was a biased experimentalist due to my emotional proximity to the study. Essentially, I was so desperate to believe that I was of less interest than yesterday that I imagined hearing minute decibel variances in whispers. You can call me crazy, but there's no point because everybody else already has.

Now, you might think that upon first entering a classroom I would assess the whisper volume and then after having fabricated an entirely false result for my own comfort that I would then proceed to stop listening to the whispers. But upon hearing anything about oneself, good or bad, people are often transfixed and find themselves actively listening for far longer than is good for them.

Now, could you really say that what I heard didn't do me any good? Perhaps. However, it did allow me to assess how my peers viewed me that day compared to yesterday. Yes, there was a difference in my public image. Yes, you were right, it did me no good and I just continued to feel like crap.

My summary is as follows: yesterday I heard words like dangerous, out-of-control, wild, murderer, and freak, which don't get me wrong, were absolutely lovely. Today I heard words like powerful, calculating, monster and psychopath. Yesterday I was an unknown danger to everyone. Today I was something else. Today they weren't afraid of what I would do if I lost control, today they were afraid I would hurt them on purpose.

I didn't know which one was worse.

I assumed the story about Eli spread by now – like wildfire judging by the looks I was getting this morning. Maybe I did go a little overboard yesterday... Though in the moment I wasn't exactly thinking how people would react, I just wanted to shut his stupid face up.

That stunt I pulled plus the widespread knowledge I had an offer to attend Alfea seemed to make everyone think I was some kind of all-powerful fairy with psychopathic tendencies. If it means they would leave me alone...

But if I really were a lunatic, I think hearing them call me that behind my back would be cause enough for me to lose it. If these idiots had any survival instincts at all they'd shut up completely around me.

Millie kept shooting me concerned glances all morning. I caught her eye a few times and gave her a look, tapping my pencil on her blank paper. I'm fine, school is more important, I tried to convey. She didn't feel the same way, and so in our second class I started pulling on her braids. One braid at a time for every glance. She quickly stopped when she realized I wasn't going to let up with this physical form of punishment.

That was how my morning passed, realising I was somehow even more a social pariah than yesterday, barring my one and only overbearing friend, and come lunch I was due to visit the principal's office again.

I was in there all of five minutes before I stormed out, slamming Mr. Yan's door shut via a strong gust of air, my eyes blazing white. All the fake concern from yesterday was gone. Mr. Yan wasn't beating around the bush anymore and it was clear he wanted me gone.

Unsatisfied with my resolve to not accept Alfea's offer, he threatened to call my parents (not that that bothered me in the slightest, I was counting on my dad to give him an earful), and he mandated that starting today I was to have private tutoring sessions after school every Tuesday and Thursday with Mrs. Maze to teach me control. When I asked how long these were to go on for he said until I decided to attend Alfea.