I slouched in my seat, idly twirling a pencil between my fingers as the history teacher, Ms. Roberts, droned on about the results of the exam. I knew I aced it; history's a piece of cake when you've got a memory like mine.

"Excellent work as always, Reimi." she said, placing the paper in front of me.

A perfect score. I knew my potential, even if others often judged me by my looks. I let out a sigh, glancing briefly at my seatmate.