The Unwanted Legacy

Ch-2: What in the world?

People say "Trust me, it gets better"
Yet the thirteen year old me was told, "Trust me, it gets worse"

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Another terrible day at camp half blood where everything is the worst...Just kidding, just kidding, the story doesn't start here, it starts on a completely uneventful day with somewhat of a good note.

I somehow woke up early enough to contemplate life for half an hour in the bathroom but still be early to catch on the bus.

Thankfully, the bus was empty, which meant that the last seats were empty too, that meant, I sprinted across the path with my heavy back pack and dropped on the seat at the very corner, sitting cross legged. Opening my novel, The daughter of a pirate king, I got completely busy in it, not caring who gawked at me, because apparently,  'pretty girls aren't supposed to like reading', it is wierd that society has advanced in technology but still stuck at the same place when it comes to mentality.

Boys trying to make me stop reading made me miss my previous skin tone alot, I have absolutely no clue why it changed.
And as I said so previously, I really really missed it. My parents had even gone to check in with the doctor who said that I never had blue coloured skin, it was just a huge misconception, what would he know, my colour always morphed into this one as soon as I reached hospital, and he always just said that I have a bit of melanin deficiency and that was it.

About half an hour later, our bus uncomfortably bumped over a speed breaker. I closed the book and put it inside my bag and placing the thing on my shoulders. Our bus bumped again, I fell back to my seat as soon as I stood up, thankfully no one noticed my embarassment since everyone was mostly on the front seats.

I stood up again and rushed out my way just behind the bus door, tapping my foot impatiently. Everyone in the bus was extremely used to my antics by now.

The door opened and I quietly went down, sophisticating myself because it was school. Greeted all the teachers I met on my way to the classroom and they all smiled as greeted back, it was a usual behaviour, but something in the back of my mind always tugged me, 'they wouldn't have been so nice to you if they knew how you looked earlier'.

I had kind of discovered a rather secluded yet really long hallway that went straight to my class room, ninth B, so I preferred that silence over the noisy paths of other kids, and the fact that I now, had started liking being unique, so I obviously am going to choose a different path.

Today, the walk was a bit more eventful than usual. On the usual note, I would hum to daisy by ashnikko or any one of my faves and sometimes skip sideways, sometimes sprint, sometimes walk like a penguin or walk like a drunkard on my way and reach the class room within three-ish minutes. Today, though, it almost took five because some dumbass dared to follow me.

He was about five foot eleven inches, two inches taller than me, and he had somewhat of a strong build, I think I had seen him in the school's football team in which I was in too, but didn't really bother knowing any boy, since most men are trash. A smirk was placed on his somewhat pretty face, his hands in his pocket. I had already seen him, but I don't think he had noticed that fact. As soon as we reached in the very middle, his quiet footsteps were just a second before mine. And he kind of cornered me on the wall, his hand rested parallel to my face, his forehead touching mine. "Hello Krishna, tired of playing hard to get?"
Ew

I was completely disgusted by him but I had to pretend that I was scared because I knew I couldn't just beat him to pulp since he could be really agile and there was a possibility that he was more powerful than me. So I just nodded to his question and gave him a sort of a submissive look. "I am really sorry, to make it up to you, you can do whatever you like with me" I whispered, knowing that was exactly what he wanted. He leaned down and now it was my turn to smirk since his leg was just near mine. I kicked him in his nuts. Both his hands scooted over to his crotch and he tried to yell but I covered his mouth with my left hand and punched him hard on the face with my right before he really had any time to process anything. As he groaned, I sprinted for my life as he chased after me, extremely annoyed but something in his expression irked me.

A/N: not proofread