Pexy Sharacter Júnior go to hell.
"Good morning, Perseus! Did you sleep well?" the familiar voice of the headmaster sounded above me. He walked towards me, smiling. Despite my efforts to appear as indifferent as possible, a small smile crept onto my face. I nodded slowly, acknowledging his greeting.
"Good morning, Mr. D.," I said quietly. His warm gaze rested upon me for a brief moment before moving on to the rest of my classmates. They were standing a few metres in front of us chatting amongst themselves. I took a deep breath, gathering all of my courage for what I had to say next. I didn't want to show any weakness in front of my classmates, but I also didn't want to stand out either. Although we shared similar academic achievements, Mr. D was not impressed with my academic abilities, although he respected me for achieving them. I tried to remember what my father had told me about meeting a teacher and having good grades.
"Mr. D., I hope you don't mind me asking you a favour."
He stopped in his tracks. He raised an eyebrow at me in disbelief, clearly surprised by my request.
After all these years, I finally managed to talk to someone about what I had gone through. Mr. D and his students often forgot that I wasn't the brightest student in their class, since they treated me
Name:Pexy Sharacter Júnior (Named after the Greek goddess of beauty)
Age:17 - 21 years of age
Height:1 meter 6' 1".6"
Weight:2.25 kilos
Appearance: Light brown hair cut close to the scalp, with medium length bangs covering the majority of her forehead and framing it. Dark green eyes stare right back at him. She wears light gray sweatpants, black socks and a grey turtleneck sweater, which covers part of the black bra beneath.
Hair color: Auburn/blonde
Eye shape: Pale blue
Favorite color: Black
Eye color contacts: None
Likes: Cooking and dancing
Dislikes: Fighting, violence, violence. Violence in general
Fears: Death, death, death.
Ears: No hair
Body type: Athletic, slim
Stress level: Extremely low.
Excessive exercise will cause physical fatigue.
Tests will be administered periodically to ensure that all tests and exams are complete.
Please check your homework prior to starting.
You may enter the classroom and take your seat if required. Thank you.
I watched as Mr. D gave me a strange look. I could feel the tension building up within his body as he continued to scan over my report cards.
Pexy Sharacter Júnior (Named after the Greek goddess of beauty), who was studying to be a doctor when her family discovered that she possessed extraordinary powers, has a very strict upbringing and doesn't tolerate the slightest disrespect towards anyone, especially the adults in her family and teachers. Her parents have never allowed their daughter to have friends, except for the occasional boy scout scout or cheerleader she met during her junior high years. Her mother believes that this behavior will eventually lead to her becoming a psychopathic killer like her sister, who was murdered several months ago. Her father wants his daughter to follow the path of her maternal grandmother, who was trained as a spy during World War II to find the enemy who assassinated Julius Caesar. When confronted about her desire to become a doctor, she responded with a simple:
"That is not for me to decide; it will be up to my father and mother. You are my child and I will treat you the best way I can, even if you don't agree with it. If you are able to control your powers, it will be for the best. But if you cannot control yourself, then that is not your decision to make."
Pexy Sharacter Júnior was only five years old at the time of this incident, therefore she had not fully understood the concept of power or the dangers it represented. All her family wanted was for her to be happy, healthy, and safe. However, she did not appreciate the sacrifices that her father made for her education. She became quite rebellious, often arguing against any rules she was given. She constantly refused to participate in the activities that her parents set before her, refusing to listen to the teachers and teachers insisted that she attend classes. Instead, she preferred playing games with other children instead. As a result, many people assumed that there was something wrong with her. Eventually, her father began to withdraw his trust fund and financial support. This led to her getting into fights with the boys in her grade and causing them to fear and avoid her. In addition, he became even stricter with her mother, who tried her best to get rid of her unwanted daughter, believing that she would be less troublesome without her.
One such confrontation occurred at home when Pexy was eight years old. Her father left her alone with her mother while he went to work. The two girls stood near the kitchen window, watching cars drive by outside. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming towards them. She turned around to see her father walking towards them, a large black briefcase in his hand. She looked back at her mother expectantly. Mrs. D smiled at her and handed her the briefcase, telling her to hold on tightly. As she watched her mother walk towards the front door, Pexy couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"Do you remember the promise I made you when you were nine years old, sweetheart?" she asked, turning back to glance at her daughter one last time.
"Promise?" Pexy questioned. "I don't understand...what promise are you talking about?"
Mrs. D sighed, glancing once more at her husband before looking back at her daughter and answering, "Your promise to never let anything bad happen to you. Remember? I told you that if anything happened to me, that everything would be taken care of by my brother, your uncle."
"Yes, I remember." She nodded.
A sudden pain shot through her heart, causing her to wince.
"Don't worry, baby girl. We're all going to be just fine," Mrs. D said, kissing her forehead gently. She grabbed her purse from the sofa and picked it up off the floor. Before leaving the house, she glanced once more at her husband, before walking out the door. "Take care of her, darling. Make sure to keep her safe and make sure she eats properly. Don't let her hurt herself." Then, she followed her husband out the door.
The sound of tires squealing filled Pexy's ears.
A man walked out of the front gate wearing a black suit and tie. Pexy