Not What She Seems

**This chapter is scripted. Almost everything was written down on a piece of paper before finalization**
  The man breathes hard and intensely as he wipes his forehead with a rag. He rubs off his sweaty hands on his lab coat. Panting hard, he managed to speak.
   "Finally, my masterpiece is complete. You, you scared, traumatized, little girl, you are safe now. You are perfect."

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   Chills. That's what everyone got when she sat down at one of the tables during lunch. She never ate lunch here, and if she did, no one ever saw her. It's even more surprising that she's sitting here—at the nobody table. Was she here to pick on us? Nobody knew or dared to ask. I find it funny that our school respects a cripple who can't breathe on her own. I'm a cripple too—I have prosthetics too. Why don't I get any love? I don't know how the people in this school are so gullible, but I know this girl they respect so much—Yavara Cyvaira— isn't who they think she is. She ISN'T human. Not fully anyways, but something more valuable, more prized, faster, stronger, smarter, and much more agile than us. She is a Humaveran, and I'm out to prove it.