I sit directly in the middle of the class and sit in my seat, organising my pencils into line so the space between them are completely the same. People must think I am insane.
I feel like I have eyes on me. Turning, I see a blonde girl looking at me. I give her my usual blank look. "Your hair isn't symmetrical." I say, pointing to her little ponytail from her hair.
The boy in the middle of the room seems to have neatly arranged all of his pencils on his table. While he is turned to face away from his desk, I make an arm bloom on it, and shove the pencils to one side just to see his reaction. I quickly make th arm disappear after.
I repeat my self. "Your hair is-" I glance quickly at my table and see the pencils have moved. I jump from my seat and flip the table. "WHAT IS THIS ASYMMETRIC MAGIC!" I scream and the whole class turns to me.
I immediately forget my situation with the table and fall to the floor. "WHY IS MY HAIR LIKE THIS! BLACK AND WHITE ASYMMETRIC HAIR, I CANT TAKE IT! I'M WORTHLESS, I SHOULD DIE!"
I read the note passed to me, and grin at the boy who sent it. It's not very often someone thinks my ability is good.... most people call me a freak...