Constance was a loner who stayed as far away from the other students as she could.

Her jet black hair, black makeup and multiple facial piercings, branded her a freak by many.

Her constant wardrobe of black clothes and the ever-present black hoodie, just added to the torment.

She was a decent student, but her future looked bleak.

Depression, verbal abuse and an unsteady home life, seemed to be a recipe for uncertainty.

There was one boy, but Constance was sure he was just tormenting her.

She tugged on the sleeve of her hoodie.

Underneath was another secret.