"I knew I should not have bothered coming to someplace so... public in the daytime." He gazed over towards the so called "meatheads" as his cousin put it. They were now busy showing off for pretty girls and being confident. He had a nice big red mark on his forehead and eye from where the book had been thrown into his face. No doubt he would have a nice shiner in the morning.
"The book... the one they mocked me for. It is not a book about "flowers". It is called "Flowers of Evil", but it is not what it appears. It is a collection of French poetry, banned at one point, then re-released in it's original format." His green eyes looked down at his own feet. "Much like myself, most beings cannot look past a cover to see what is inside."
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