“Miss Mirks so glad you could join us today,” The teacher barely looked up from whatever she was doing on the computer. Her smile was fake, flawed. Her eyes held her true emotions, she hated Isis. Like everyone else in school she declared her a freak.
Isis tried to ignore her deep, spiteful gaze as she sat at her out-dated computer. She was just a teacher. She didn’t matter. The thought stung, it wasn’t just the teachers and students that hated her, Isis couldn’t walk down a street without getting supspicous stares.
Isis leaned back in her chair. The rust bit into her skin and she felt blood clot her shirt. The pain came. It was a dull throbbing ache that didn’t seem to make up for the fact that her life sucked. She let it flow, the cool sureality that pain always brought fell over her. A soft sigh escaped her lips and momentary euphoria came over her.