Chapter 52 Trust of Two Species

Perhaps I was a little in over my head when I thought that making a peaceful relationship with humans as I am now would be easy. If the writings on my desk weren’t proof enough or the stares that I get when I am walking the hallway of the school, then the whispers obviously are.

Classes resume pretty normally, as normal as I can understand the lesson. I still don’t understand much about what they are teaching, but I swear I am making an effort. I try to comprehend what the textbooks say while listening to the lecture, but its hard to focus when things are thrown in your way—from crumpled paper to an eraser. I did try to make an attempt to block them but the professor ended up thinking that I was trying to cause trouble and threatened me that they wouldn’t hesitate to activate my collar if I did. It was embarrassing on my part, but there really is nothing that I can do. I don’t think that trying to explain the situation to them is going to work, not while I sense malice from the profe