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The Class

Icy blue eyes peered around the room full of students in slight disgust. He never liked classes. Nor studying, nor people in general. And that was why he was in purple house. The hood to his cloak was always pulled up hiding his face and his hair.

Some said he was an imitation of violet but with more a cold aura instead of a curious one. Looking up he stared blankly at the board as there teacher, Mr. Michaelis went around checking for the home work, that he of course never bothered todo. When the teacher came around he only ducted his head down, his hood his only shield against the outside world that he oh so dearly hated.

"No home work done again Victor?" He didn't bother to respond. The answer was right there in front of them. "See me class" he made a small grunt of a response before going back to his own little world. And So the lesson continued.

He drew in his note book, everyonce and while actually looking up and taking a little some thing down before going back to drawing once again. Before he knew it class had ended and everyone was filing out to get to there next class.

As for himself he toke his time. Waking up a little from his day dreams and picking his stuff together. "Victor I do believe we have to start changing the way you view homework." He heard his teacher say to which he only looked over not giving a response. "So instead of giving you an actual punishment I think I will start enforcing a little law on you." He only hummed back, his signal that he was in fact listening.

"I will no longer tolerate you wearing that cloak in my class." This seemed to drag his full attention as he now fully turned to stare at his teacher even if Mr. Michaelis couldn't see the hatred in his dull eyes it was still there. "Until I see improvement on your grades and homework i will be taking it at the start of ever lesson and giving it back to you at the end." Victor felt like arguing. No more precisely SCREAMING.

But instead he just sombrely nodded and collected his things making his way out while hugging his cloak close to him. Without his shield.. How would he face the outside world..?

That night it was hard for victor to fall asleep. For once he had actually done the homework. A 3 page essay on Romeo and Juliet. But still it worried him and what would become of his cloak. No one ever really his face. His hair. It was a mystery to most of the school really.

Now.. What was he to do..

The next day Victor had shown up for Mr. Michaelis class earlier then usual meaning he could have the teacher for himself to try and work this out. Walking in he simply shoved him the essay. "3 pages analyzing Romeo and Juliet." He simply said watching as his teacher toke the papers scanning them over.

"Can I please keep my cloak on? All do the work just let me keep it on." He tried to bargain but it seemed no use as his teacher only gave him a some what devious smile. "Sorry to say victor, but one well written essay will not make up for the countless others that you have missed. Now please give me the cloak."

Looking down he scowled as he slowly under did the pins and strings, taking in a little deep breath of air as he pulled it off handing it to him. Dyed black and blue hair flopped to one side of his head, standing up a little on fine points here and there while eyeliner smudged eyes slowly looked up to meet his teachers ruby red hues.

"Your hair is quiet interesting, why hide it?" Was all his teacher asked as he took in the boys appearance. Piercings littered the boys ears but the one piercing that stood out was the one that made him look like a bull. A septum piercing.

He only shrugged. "Not a fan of attention.." Was all he said before the usual wave of students poured in. some stared, no gawked at him, others made disgusted faces but then only resumed to giving him a shrug mumbling something to there partner. "Look at that under the cloak his really just a bigger fag!" Someone had shouted making him look down, ashamed.

Then again.. Wasn't this what always happened. He would hide. Hide what he was. Get sad, get depressed. Hell it didn't matter if he hid or not there would be some one to ridicule him. "Well at least i'm not a pompous ass like you, ya cock sucker." He snapped back turning thous same piercing eyes at the one who had made the first remark.

Yes. What was the point of hiding.

When class had ended he gathered his things making his way for the door. "Victor your cloak." He heard his teacher say holding up the worn out black fabric. He stared at the fabric for a long moment.

"Burn it. I won't be needing it anymore." He simply said as he walked out the class his head held high.

Yes, what was the point of hiding?