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PureHeroine
Relka lucked out and no one sat next to her. She looked over the days agenda, noting that there was a club fair planned later. The socialite in her was excited, she wanted to be a cheerleader again. But her gloved hands reminded her why she couldn't. Dejectidly Relka sat through the schools concert, thinking to herself maybe she would learn to play the piano as an activity.
After it finished a young woman stood up and introduced heraelf as the schools senior president. She went on to say how she had been in their shoes at one point or an other, Relka quietly snorted to herself.
I dont know what HER gift is, but I bet her drawback isn't as bad as mine. She said to herself. After Meili was finished talking an older woman stepped on stage, she began directing students on to lunch and the auditorium began to empty. Relka waited just a few minutes for the crowd to thin so she could make her way to the café.
As she exited someone brushed past her, causing the young woman to jump back. A young man muttered an apology and caught up with some newly made friends. Relka lowered her head resigning herself to the next few years of forced social exile. She was afraid of becoming to close to someone and causing an other incident.
She stepped into the lunch room and got in line for food. By the time she had gotten her lunch her nerves had been pretty much frayed. Relka felt sweat starting to bead up on her face, forcing her to find a seat quickly. She found a table in a corner by an open window, the sun gave her some much needed renewed energy. The breeze from the open window cooled off her flushed face.
She caught the reflection of herself in the glass, the green of her skin seem to grow a bit more vibrant, like the leaves of trees as the weather grew warmer. Even among the other students she stood out, there wpuld never be any real blending in for her, she would never be able to lie about having abilitiea, it was forever etched on her skin, like a tattoo gone horribly wrong. Normally standing out was something was use to, but now that felt tainted with her curse. The young woman bit into her lunch, chewing slowly, lost in her own thoughts.