"Hey Freak!" Someone shouted. I ignored them. No reason to give them satisfaction. "I said, 'Hey Freak!'" A big hand grabbed my shoulder and jerked me around. "What do you want?" I asked, annoyed. The kid's eyes went all pink and misty and he fell to the ground. "Um, are you okay?" I asked the kid. His body started shaking as pink mist swirled around me. He stood up and froze. Then he jerked in all different directions as if his body was being pulled apart from the inside. The shroud of mist covered his whole body and I couldn't see a thing. When the mist cleared the boy was gone. In his place was a solitary white rose. I heard a scream, and I ran.
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Cupid's Son
FantasyHe's so sick of being teased. But why wouldn't he be teased, he's the son of Cupid.
