Atelophobia

Atelo threw his bag and hat onto the nearest chair, locked his dorm room, and flopped onto his bed. It was yet another long and stressful day at school, if you can even call it a school. He wasn't attending a normal school, far from it. Then again, he wasn't a normal teenager. He had powers, strange powers. "Gifted, my ass..." Atelo mumbled to himself as he crawled under his blankets. That's what they call him, that's what everyone calls him. As if you'd call what he had a gift, it's more like a curse. Yeah being able to summon the Zodiacs to aid him had its benefits, but it's not worth all the scars on his fingers and hands.