I'm considered a freak.
After all, who wouldn't notice the things crushed beneath my clothes. Even my parent keep their distance from me. I was actually thought beautiful before this happened. Popularity is very common with pretty people. I use to wish I could go back in time and undo this and go back to the normal times with all my "friends". Now I'm kind of glad it happened, so I can tell what people wanted with me. Turns out nothing really. Not now anyway. Even though I have no friend and basically no family, I think freak looks pretty good on me. And I like it.
Especially the perks that come with it.
wings.