You were the daughter of Tomie… one of the Tomie’s anyways. Sometimes it was fine. Sometimes she was a nice, caring mom, other times… she was more like a demon. You always healed however, so there was never any real harm… other than psychological you supposed. You were walking to school when you bumped into a guy your age, with black hair and glasses. He immediately turned to you and bowed.

“I’m very sorry.”