Your father has always kept you hidden from the world scared of what people might say about you You were different your father was a monster with horns wings and claws and you inherited his traits
when you turned five he had no choice but to enroll you in kindergarten
As the two of you sat and ate lunch after your first day of school, your father noticed that you were quieter than usual
“My little monster.. how was school?” He asks as his wings puff up and his sharp claws caress your cheek
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