Snippet #1171250

Seth was sleeping in class. Or rather, in the classroom as class itself had yet to begin. He went to bed early each night but could never get enough sleep. He had nightmares that kept him up. On top of that he was definitely not a morning person. So he slept before each class started, something the instructors had become used to. His first class of the day was literature, and also the class he made up most of his sleep in. He just couldn't focus on the subject, not for lack of trying. He awoke when someone began gently shaking him. It was the teacher. Seth nodded in greeting and sat up straight so he would have difficulty falling back asleep. He looked around at the nearly full classroom, surveying the other students casually. Most avoided his gaze. He had yet to beat anyone up, rob anyone, insult anyone, taunt anyone, or be even slightly aggressive towards absolutely anyone and yet they all looked at his well muscled body and messy hair and labeled him as some kind of thug. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't worked for those muscles, they'd just come when he'd started practicing with his powers. It was weird and inconvenient.