Useless Child

It's just another day, yes, but today is one of the days that I will hate, more than anyone ever will.

The first day of school.

I sigh as I pull on my black half-sleeve hoodie, my medium-blue long-sleeve showing underneath. I wear black jeans, and my blue converse, my black hair slicked back. I have in my clear contacts, my green eyes noticeable as they seem to be bright, as described by my family. I bite my lip, pulling on my backpack and heading outside.

Odds seem to be in my favor, as it isn't raining, or anything. I give a small smile, thinking to myself, Maybe today won't be too bad...

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Lliam Scott Zander. Eighteen years old, about five foot three. Blond roots that grows into brown, which turns to black. Green eyes that stand out, a nice tan. Even though he's good looking, he stays out of the crowd, never makes eye contact. Shy; unconfident maybe?

Nope; not at all.

He has inhuman powers.