Chaz looked over toward the hill he was supposed to wait at. He was hoping there wouldn't be anyone there he would have to talk to, but he had decided before hand that he wasn't going to be the loner he had been for his whole life. It wasn't completely his fault he was all alone at school, but he still blamed himself. He was dragging a bag at his side, and it mostly just a few pairs of clothes. As for his appearance, Chaz's second wings had yet to come in. His main pair were fully developed, though, but they were retracted because he was afraid.
Once at the bottom of the hill, he looked around at the other students. He didn't find any of them particularly inviting, so he took a seat on the grass. This is scary, he thought. I wonder what the others are like. They are all different, like me, but what if they're mean because of what I am! There are racists in every culture, after all, and we don't have that good of a reputation.
Once at the bottom of the hill, he looked around at the other students. He didn't find any of them particularly inviting, so he took a seat on the grass. This is scary, he thought. I wonder what the others are like. They are all different, like me, but what if they're mean because of what I am! There are racists in every culture, after all, and we don't have that good of a reputation.
