“Who said you could play with us, freak?” He spat.
“I’m not a freak.” I shot back, my voice shaking.
“Everyone knows you’re not normal, Celestra.” He sneered, drawing out my name like it was poison.
“Just let me play. I didn’t do anything to you.” I pleaded.
“You hurt everyone. That’s why you don’t belong.” His shout cut through me like a blade, and before I could respond, he shoved me hard. I hit the ground, the sting in my palms burning as he bolted off into the forest to join the other children—leaving me behind in the dirt.
I stood up from where he had pushed me down and I turned to see my mother standing at the door of our hut with her arms crossed watching me.
I turned back to face the children playing and I could feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier as my anger start
