Stream of Consciousness

The teacher turned away from Shayde and used the class phone to call security while Shayde calmly continued to look out the window. He really didn’t know why he bothered with school, other than for the adolescent companionship that it afforded.

Not that he had a lot of friends. A large majority of the kids were afraid of his appearance, and quite a few more thought he was a demon, which in fact he was. But still, it was a bit racist on their part as he hadn’t caused any of them any harm. At least not to those who hadn’t tried to harm him first. Not that he wasn’t capable of harming the innocent. He simply hadn’t done so… yet.

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