It was first period, and that always meant the same thing.<br/>Race Studies, which was a class on how to get along with other races.<br/>Celia did not want to get along with them, she hated to see the faces of those that she had always thought were just in stories. Funny she used to really love fairy tales, but now she seemed to be in one she didn't like it as much. She remembered when she first came to this school and how scared she was, and being from Ree her instinct was to fight all those strange people she saw.<br/>But as she raised her fist, a force field had always stopped her. After a while of that happening, she just gave up trying to fight them since it seemed their was no use in it.<br/>But then the real source of the magic of the school was found, and the people of the school had to find ways to cope without it. No magical ways to get from class to class, so everyone had to navigate through the large halls of the school.<br/>At first the fights that came with the repressed anger of the students had been rampant, but then they sent most of the people who didn't want to come to this school and learn how to get along with other races back to the homes in which they belonged.<br/>All except her, and why she didn't know.<br/>It left her cold and bitter inside. She wanted to get home, home where she could just pretend this was all a dream.<br/>But here she was in class, with a teacher that was trying to convey things she didn't want to learn.<br/>Entering the class was one of those winged students, who had the nerve to try to sit by her. She glared at the girl, and punched her in the nose not liking the looks of her after being parted from her home from a being that looked much like her. The teacher was also winged, which most teachers in Faddre were. But she didn't dare touch him, being a figure of authority and also having powers.<br/>The teacher glares at her, and raps on the desk.<br/>"Celia you should know not to punch your fellow student, use your words next time. Come to the front where I can see you better, and you also have detention today. I hope that will be a lesson to you."<br/>She sat in the front, her lips mimicking the teacher whispering under her breath.<br/>"Use your words, I will really use my words next time."<br/>As the teacher started his lessons, she started acting like she was jotting down notes but was really doodling hateful doodles about the winged beings.