[color=000000][h3]Damian Hill[/h3][/color]

Not seeing anyone in sight, Damian walked back into his room, changed out of his pajamas, and into a more presentable set of clothing. More specifically, he was now wearing a pair of jeans, a solid black t-shirt, and a red hoodie. If one were to know his powers, they'd understand why it was that he had such a disdain for bright light and why the hood was pulled so far over his head. To anyone that didn't know his powers though, he most likely looked very unsociable and like he was trying to avoid people, when it was quite the opposite.

As Damian was walking through the hallway, he spotted a vending machine filled to the brim with candy, snacks, and other unhealthy goodness. His stomach growled at the sight and forced the boy to begin digging into his pockets for loose change. [i]Nothing. Not even a dollar. Why couldn't my parents have given me some money for things like food.[/i] Turning away from the crowded display of junk food, he turned to the students passing by him. [color=ed1c24]"D-Does anyone have a... dollar?"[/color] he asked quietly. When his question went unanswered, he tried again by asking other students individually. The responses he got back ranged from the polite, "No sorry," to the rude, "Leave me alone." No one seemed willing to give the shy student a handout.

Anyone paying attention to Damian might have noticed his shadow beginning to change shape as it inched toward the vending machine. [i]They wouldn't want us to starve would they? No one would notice if I-[/i] The thought was cut short as the boy's conscious spoke up. [i]That wouldn't be the right thing to do.[/i] Damian's shadow soon returned to its normal form as he slumped against the container filled with junk food in defeat.