Many thoughts leapt across my brain as I sat in my lesson, contemplating about 'Chanyeol' I hate how he thought he could just touch me, who does he think he is?!

  I scowl to myself, wishing I could have hurt him. Men are so disgusting, he looked at me like he owned me, he doesn't even know my name. I look down to my wrist where the vermin had touched me, my hand twitching in a reflex of the memory of a man touching me.  At least he had the decency to not shout at me as I was walking away, he could have done worse, I suppose. I slump back into my chair and look out of the window, rain attacking the floor violently. I curl my nose in disgust, I hate rain, wet and cold. It just makes my skin unbearably dry whilst the rain renders my powers useless.    My attention turns to the class, most of them are exercising their powers for the teacher. I scowl as I know he won't ever pick me, he has already been informed about what I can do. As he goes to pick another student, his eyes land on me but then flickers away to another student.   The door of the classroom is suddenly pulled open. "I'll do it." A familiar voice echoes through the room, my body turning stiff as I lay my eyes on him.    "Chanyeol, you are uncharacteristically late."   "I apologise I had to deal with something urgent" He bows to the teacher, so polite it makes me gag on the inside, I wish I could burn this stupid boy with my eyes.    "Very well, show the class your abilities"    He flashes the teacher a smile as he rolls up his sleeves and stands at the front of the classroom, his confidence sickens me, how can he be like that? Who does he think he is...  Without another word, he proceeds to slash a relatively deep wound in his hand, but as he clasps his hands together and does a small jolting movement, he reveals to the class his untarnished hand.   Gasps and chatter break out amongst the class, they are obviously new to this school and it's blatantly clear they have never seen a healer before.  I cross my arms, unimpressed by his 'entertainment'.    He looks at me, glaring. I bite my tongue to stop myself from hurling abuse at him, it would only end in me being punished again. At his fanfare comes to an end he takes his seat, paying no more attention to me. I also decided not to waste my time and valuable sight on him.   The teacher spends