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New Day.

_. Daition's POV ._

Growing up,

I was told that, Omega's purpose in life was to...
                                                    

"Don't forget to hide your ears and tail until you get to school sweetheart."

I hum in response, taking my bag and flinging it over my right shoulder, it takes a while, but i manage to hide my ears, the tail can stay.

I open the front door and step out, closing it behind me, crushing my tail with it.
I stand still, processing the pain, jotting up to my brain.

Biting my tongue, calmly, i pull my tail out of the door, and properly close it.
Screaming internally.

Ignoring recent events, i make my way across each passing road, to a large building.

School is alright.
I mean, no one actually Likes school. Besides the nerdy ones.

As i enter, i get bombarded with mumbling and whispers.

Sending me to an All Alpha school- Probably wasn't the smartest idea Mother ever had. But they, of course,

'Education is important, no matter what school you attend. And that school has the best education reputation in the state!'

(They bribed the Principle a thousand to let me enrol.)

I honestly didn't care, so i let my ears breathe.

The whispers grew louder.

I had mail of my locker number and my schedule the other day so i track down my locker and open it. Putting my notebooks from my bag, into my new locker, it was getting pretty hot, luckily i had cut my hair the week before.

"What class..." I mumble to myself, turning around

I look up, theres a number of people behind a guy who seems to be towering over me.

He backs up as soon as i turn around.

I look at him, unbothered because i just want to be in bed. Sleeping.

"Shit, sorry. Thought you were a girl."

I still look at him,

"Your not the first whose misgendered me in my life time, now, please tell your little goons to move out of my way."

They don't, i get ticked off,

"I did ask politely, i should've known, please and thank you, don't work here."

They move.

"Fucking finally." I say, intentionally whispering it loud enough for them to hear.

I look at my timetable. Suddenly, i trip over nothing, cursing myself for doing so. Then carry on reading my timetable.
I trip over anything. So i got use to it.

Maths, or Mathematics is first.

because of my rank in society, i was force to grow up strong and defend myself.

My father isn't really in the whole picture thing, just me, my mother and my seven older siblings.

Hectic.

I walk into a classroom,
"Class K10?"

I get pushed into a wall,

"Move, nerd." Someone hissed at me.

The teacher comes up to me,

"Yes, it is, welcome."
"And , Cameron! Walk past him!" She shouts behind her.