Saxon's pov
"Saxon, time to get up. You're starting school today," my dad calls from the other room.
I lift my head up, looking around my dull room, gray hair falling in my eyes.
"Do I have to?" I call out, already knowing the answer.
"Yes. Get up."
"Damn it," I grumble, slowly lifting myself from the bed.
My dad peaks his head in," You have nothing to worry about. I'll be teaching at the school, so if anybody bothers you, I can dissect them. No problem."
"Dad, we've talked about this."
He frowns, but says nothing, leaving so I can change quickly into my normal clothing.