"Get out of my face," I spat at the older boy who stood over me. I was huddled in the corner of my high school's library, cowering below a Junior who decided that he wanted to take it out on me.

  "Why should I?" he sneered, punching me in the gut, making pain explode in my stomach. I endured it, knowing that once he beat me up, it would be over and I would go back about my life, living with my jerk aunt and uncle.

  "Little. Rats. Like. You. Get. Beat. Up!" he said, punctuating each word with a blow that sent pain coursing through my body. I couldn't wait until I was off this stupid planet, going to Titan to train in the Academy for Dark Matter Manipulators.

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  "Go back to where you came from, scum," the bully said as he shoved me into a bookshelf and started to walk towards the exit of the library. "Your parents didn't have any matter manipulation ability anyway. Of course, their lack of skill got them killed..."

  The kid didn't get a chance to finish his statement before I hit him head-on. He toppled over like a house of cards.

  I started with a punch to the balls as hard as I could, followed by a blow to the gut, just as he had done to me. Nobody talked about my parents that way.

  That was my last thought before it all went black.