First day of school. First day of stares. First day of people being too scared to look at me. Another first day of this tedious experience.

I basically worked all summer, making caffeinated drinks and handing out overpriced sugary sweets. I have nothing else to do, I have no friends my age and the only person that maybe I would consider my friend is too old to hangout with some highschooler, besides I don't think it'd be very appropriate for a teacher to hangout with a student.

I go to the training academy in Myoo, The cleanest, most fun district in Hokka! Is what the rest of the idiots who live in this country say about it, hell even some of the idiots that live here think that. Truth is it's terrible here. The politics are basically our sports here. We have riots, protests, and crimes that are driven by some extremist ideals. There's no compromises, no agreements, and definitely no civil conversations. I once watched two political candidates bitch about how they have a clear and effective way to pick up trash in Myoo. That debate happened four years ago and big surprise, THERE IS STILL TRASH EVERYWHERE!!!

I used to live in Mazda. It was rural and quiet, a perfect place to think and live a calm and simple life, but my parents died in an accident at work when I was ten. They worked for the government, part of the HPP party. I think my hatred for the government stems from them, but part of me also thinks that a lot of the hatred is well deserved, I just know that if my parents stopped working for a system that was so corrupt, greedy, and unforgiving, i'd still be living with them in a small house with a large open field, maybe with a brother or sister to keep me company.

After my parents passed it was only a handful of months before the HPP picked me up and moved me to Myoo. I was top of my class at the Academy in Mazda, beating up the older kids sometimes too. All the locals would always come to the Academy's tournaments to watch me, a kid with no karma, beat up kids from my class and classes above me who did have Karma. A lot of them enjoyed it, but anyone who lost to me hated me and frankly if I was them I would hate me too, it's embarrassing when you can shoot fire from your hands or turn into lizard creatures then lose to a kid who uses hand to hand combat weapons.

I enjoyed my youth, I liked being the best, I liked having a family, hell I even had a couple of friends. But when I moved to Myoo after the accident Everything went to shit. I had rumors started about how I killed my parents with some mysterious black magic which could very well be true. I was there the night they died and I was in the room with them. I just remember a lot of yelling and banging, then my mom ran up to me and grabbed me, after that it went blank, I woke up to armed men dragging the lifeless body of my mom away from me, they didn't tell me anything or reassure me that things would be okay. They just held me back when I tried to reach my mom.

Truth is something did change in me that day. Something worked its way into my body. Sometimes darkness comes out of me when I'm mad or upset, But it's always been hazy every time it's happened. Eventually I learned to make sure it never came out, whatever it was scared me to death, and I don't know why.