Being in the shadow of Mark and his father had become almost commonplace for Oliver; he couldn't complain, he had a pretty good life... except for the whole thing about his problematic alien family.

He didn't remember much from when he moved to Earth with Mark and Debbie. They were a good family, even Eve was cool, the other heroes were awesome, being Kid-Omniman was cool, beating up bad guys was the highlight of his day, his life was good... until he had to go to school.

High school was... the worst thing ever invented by humankind. Like, what kind of genius decided to cram a bunch of hormonal bombs that were teenagers into one place for eight hours straight?! Even to him, a complete alien, it didn't make sense.

But Mark and Debbie insisted he should finish high school if he wanted to continue living on Earth, and with no choice, Oliver did it. It was 7:30 in the morning when Mark dropped him off at the hospice—school. He seemed like an ordinary boy, except for the fact that he was purple.

The first thing he did when he entered the school was get stared at. Every step he took was met with stares.

By lunchtime, he had already considered blowing three skulls off with his fists, sending seven people into the stratosphere, or simply flying away.

As usual, nobody sat next to him at lunch; it was just him, a huge entomology book, his Inkigayo sandwich (courtesy of Debbie), and a carton of chocolate milk. When he heard footsteps behind him, he stiffened. Was another round of bullying starting? "Damn... if it's someone else coming to talk about my skin, I swear—"