Lydia's legs felt like they might give out any second as she dragged herself down the hallway. Her first transformation technique class had officially destroyed her.
"Just keep walking," she muttered to herself, ignoring the ache that had settled deep in her muscles. "Just. Keep. Walking."
The other students brushed past her, laughing and full of energy like the class had been nothing more than a warm-up. Lydia wanted to scream. How was this fair? How were they all perfectly fine while she felt like death warmed over?
Story of her life, honestly.
When she was human or thought she was human everything had been a struggle. Simple tasks that others breezed through had always been mountains for her to climb. And now? Now that she knew what she really was? Same damn story, differe
