You find yourself roaming the halls of your school; you took some more bandages out and wrapped them carefully around your hands before taking a pen from in your pocket and clicking it patiently, waiting for first period, english, to come around when the bell signals for that very period.
You make your way past the people that don't like you; managing to get to English on time, you had your first lesson of the day, and managed to keep the teacher from bothering your busy mind.
After that, you head towards your mathematics class, your next lesson, and listen to the teacher. You were ready when it came time for the test. You could've passed the test easily with full marks, but you decided to force your correct answers to an average level to avoid any unneeded attention.
After the other 3 lessons, you headed towards art, knowing it was your final lesson until going back to your hellhole of a home again, when you saw a certain group that liked to cause you a lot of trouble over the years. You didn't like this group at all, as they had no respect for you.
You tried to sneak around, but to no avail when you feel a sudden strike on your head, sending you to the freezing ground. They kicked you on the ground, yelling insults, and then the head of the group snapped your other wing with a brutal hit on your back with his heel, and you cry out in pain, alerting the art teacher from her office as they flee from the scene.
When the teacher saw you, she was horrified, and she took you to her office to discuss what happened. Your bones were broken very badly under your clothes that were slowly being covered in red from what bloody injuries you obtained; you tried the best to hide the painful feeling, worried the teacher may pry on the topic. Finally, she saw there was nothing she could do to coax any words from your trembling form and sent you off to do what you needed.
You re-bandaged the damage while out of eye-sight, and the teacher told you to go home early, knowing you were unfit to go on in the periods. And so that's what you did, walking down the streets hearing the usual remarks and ridicules from school pupils you hate, as they skip school sometimes to stand outside and be a nuisance; until a man in odd clothes for the local area, bumped into you, causing a sting of pain for your poor broken bones, the man apologising with no meant sympathy and pushing past you swiftly with his own intentions. You were curious of this odd man, and you still wanted a better apology for bashing your currently frail form, and so you followed him to the alley he arrives in from his travels, watching intently, and witnessed him step inside of his briefcase and disappear....?
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Not Just An Animal (Newt Scamander x Reader)
FantasyYou are y/n l/n, and you never got treated with the respect that others had, no, you were not privileged with such pleasantries, being different from the rest. You, were a genetic amalgam, a hybrid of many things. Fate is a mysterious thing that can...
