"Class, we have a new student. Say 'hi.'" The whole group of immature seven year-olds stared at the new kid, who was grinning like an idiot. I scoffed.
"Oh, how delightful. Another imbecile." The teacher started to glare, but it faded into a look that said 'Wait, what?' The new kid came over and sat by me, due to the fact that there were no other seats left. I shot him a look, but he kept up with that stupid grin. "Why are you so cheerful? I just insulted you, nimrod." He looked so confused. Priceless!
"So you don't want me to be happy?" I shrugged. "Whatever. What's your name?" I grinned.
"Alexandrite Elizabeth Pinkamena Diane Iridescence." He whistled.
"That's a mouthful. Can I just call you by a nickname or something?" I contemplated it for a bit, then nodded. "How does Elly sound?" I smiled my first non-snarky, completely GEN-U-INE smile ever.
"That's... kinda cute. I like it!" We talked through a lot of class, mostly me helping him with the work he didn't understand, me having it done WEEKS in advance. The teachers used me as an example of the student they wanted the other students to be, after all. He asked me how I was so smart, and I said I had no idea. But I did. My mom was a genius, and she always drilled me to be as smart as her. If this stupid school let us skip grades, I'd have graduated by now! She looked normal in public, but at home, she took off her disguise, looking like her Hylotyl self again. She was slimy, and had fins, three eyes, and a weird blue-ish purple skin tone. It scared me a little, but at least I just inherited her 'ears' and a few vital organs.
I gained most of the looks from my Floran father. I love my grey-ish skin and my teeth like knives. I like I was born with no eyes, so I have to put in gummy eyeballs every morning. But most of all, I love my 'hair.' Basically just big, white flower petals. I have no idea who my dad even was, though. Mommy won't tell me. I realized something a while into the conversation.
"You know, I never caught your name." He motioned a zipper over his lips. "Fine, just come up with something for me to call you." He giggled.
"Call me Cry."