So here I was sitting in a cl*** room full of freaks. And not your usual, sitting at the back of cl*** staring through the heads of the normies, kind of freaks. Where im from freaks are beings with genetic mutations causing people to have special abilities. Well if your not like slugboy in the corner of the classroom here with his not so special ability. He unfortunately picked up all the worst traits of a slug in the sense that he’s slow, slimey and smells like what you’d get if you mixed petrol and vomit. Not so beuno I can confirm. But anywho where was I, oh yes! People with these special mutations are known as freaks. To the non-mutants we are know as cl*** B, a very mediocre and not cool at all way to call us. Calling us mutants at least would sound cool like some kinda 1980’s movie villian kinda stuff. Oh yea also the year for you guys is like early 2000’s or something but for me im waaay into the future like the year 2097 into the future. Our earth isn’t like your earth either its more of a giant land m*** surrounded by vast unexplored ocean than your strange superpowers of countrys divided be the seas.But again i go off track with the over complicated explanations, we are called cl*** B while the people without mutations are known as cl*** A. This is because the government thought the best way handle naming was to go by who came first, like the chicken and the egg thing, so of course the Non-mutated being first got the term cl*** A. After the A cl*** and B cl*** each letter from C all the way to Z are measured by danger because not only do people mutate so do animals because mother nature thought hey wouldnt it be fun if good ol’ pooch was actually 20 foot tall and hungry for people, No? Well yea thats how it goes no matter the creature, it can mutate. It would be great if we actually knew what the heck was going on but this thing has only bin going on for 6 years. So 9/10 scientist would agree that we are in the dark here. As regards to how we deal with these dangerous animal mutations, enter me and a few others,we get trained in special schools that teach both normal school stuff and combat stuff. Its pretty cool that if you got a teacher you dont like you get to fight them every now and then as part of strength assessment, but to be hinest you usually just end up on your *** with a sprained ankle if you’re lucky.