Daniyal flicked his eyes towards the growing commotion near him. He edged closer to his wall as a crowd of kids just started rambling. For some reason, Daniyal felt bitter about this. Maybe it’s because he felt as if everyone was faking it. Those smiles that don’t reach the eyes and the quivering voices, why do they even bother to keep this act up? [i]Just fall down and cry already,[/i] he hissed in his head as he turned his gaze away. Everyone was trading clothes and pretending to be buddies as if they wouldn’t stab the other in the back the first chance of escape they got. Daniyal was possibly being a little too cynical at the time, but could you blame him? He’s feared for being this dangerous malfunction, this cancer, in society when he doesn’t even know what powers he’s supposed to have. What use is he when he can’t just bust himself out by twitching his nose? 

Mals were supposed to be this powerful being that must be tamed. Well congrats, Daniyal never felt more weak and isolated in his life. Really, all he needed was someone to vent to. But why would anyone approach this quite, mysterious freak? He was pretty lonely before the whole Mal thing, so maybe it’d be better if he just sucked it up and stayed quite. Who knows? Maybe he might get a job cleaning the toilets, anything would be better than just sitting cooped up in this prison as if he was a wild animal. 

He pushed his knees up to his chest, hugging himself silently and praying everyone would either shut up or drop dead already. The panicked voices in his head were loud enough as it is.