High School Rebel

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Victor thrust his chin up as he marched through the doors to the cafeteria. THIS finally was RIGHT and NORMAL! The way things were supposed to be. None of the insane bullshit super villains and super heroes and his parents suddenly hating each other when THEY WERE OBVIOUSLY SUPPOSED TO BE IN LOVE. Because that was how the world was SUPPOSED TO WORK.

GOD!

Why was it so fucking hard! Life was so perfect before! Well, it wasn’t, but at least it was the correct sort of not right. Now he couldn’t even go mope in his room about how his parents didn’t get him because his grandfather! and he HAD a GRANDFATHER? Would just burst in and start sharing music with him! The nerve! How was he supposed to be a moody teen with a happy purple man singing with him!?

Huffing angrily, Victor plated up his food and went to find a seat alone… only to spot BLUE! 

“AAAHHHHH!” Victor pointed spastically at the Blue child sitting in the cafeteria, jogging over quickly, “YOU!”

He’d never even seen another blue person besides Dad and here this person was! Making his school! Not normal! and graaaaahhhhhh!!! He wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

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Papers spread out in front of her, Lucy had only been half-paying-attention to her food. If she added something on here and took this off, maybe this would work… or so she hoped, not having gotten beyond the theoretical stage on her current project and not wanting this one to blow up in her face immediately. Hearing someone screaming and the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps jars her concentration, looking around the cafeteria blearily until refocusing, seeing just who had yelled and fixing them with a look of confusion.

Nobody she’d seen before, their sudden focus on her didn’t make sense. Still she shies away mentally, not looking forward to the confrontation.

“YOU! Why are you BLUE?!” Victor shouted, staring straight at the strange blue child. And THEN the d a r e d to turn away?

“Heeeeeeey! I’m talking to you!” Baligerantly Victor vaulted the table and slammed his hand down, facing the BLUE. Demanding attention.

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