Rage of the Eternal Flame I

Being Amilia New was strange. Everyone was genuinely nice. Even those I knew who held disdain in their eyes would open the door for me. Some even pretended to smile when our eyes met. It was all such a bazaar thing. And it made me realize just how someone could be polite but not kind. 

And in some way, I acted the same. 

Nevertheless, none of my teachers gave me much trouble. When I told them, I was bedridden. Although, I did have to rupture a few meridians with my Abyssal Qi to give the illusion of me being somewhat cripple. And judging by the looks of pity some of the teachers were giving me, I knew they'd figured I hadn't been lying.