True or False?

"I'm a government experiment. I'm a clone of a legendary Tamaranian warrior that had blue hair and matching Starbolts!"

"Really?"

"No, I'm just messing with you!" you laugh at the gulibility of the former princess. "The name's Saffire, to match the blue hair. I'm a criminal, like yourself--no offense--"

"None taken."

"--and as a kid growing up on Tamaran, I was bullied and teased for my hair color. Heck, you saw my Starbolts and lazer beams, they were blue too."

"So, you turned to crime because of bullies?"

"No..." you pause. You didn't want to go on, but you already said this much. "I became a criminal because those bullies and scared, prejudiced elders of ours shunned me and took away..." You stop because your voice failed you.

"Took away what?" Blackfire asked. "Your lunch?" She smiles teasingly.

"NO!" you snapped, your blood boiling. You calmed down and apologized, then continued. "They took away my best friend!"

"What? How?"

"They killed them!"

Blackfire sits there for a few moments, holding what looks liek an alien chicken wing.

"Oh, I get it," she chuckles. "You're still joking. You're a good actor."

"I'm not acting. They did kill my friend... But not on purpose. It was more of an accident." You prepare yourself. You don't like remembering this story much, let alone telling someone it."They tried to separate us, saying I was to be isolated, but my friend, Spitfire, she wouldn't listen. She--"

"'She?'"

"Yeah, 'she'--Spitfire wouldn't let it be, so one of the bullies pushed her down. She hit her head on a sharp stone, and died instantly."

"What?" She thought you were still lying. "But we Tamaranians can take much more damage than just falling on a stupid stone."

"Well, that's why Spitfire was my friend: She was different too. But whereas my body had different colors, she had a different constitution. She was fragile, and had far less strength or stamina than the average Tamaranian. Everyone, not just her family, had to be careful with her, but the bully that shoved her neither remembered nor cared."

You remember the hate you had inside you for that bully. You remember how you attacked him, with lazer eye beams, starbolts, fists, feet...

"I almost killed him in my blind fury, and after that, the elders were quick to banish me as both a freak and a felon."

After throwing away your crumbs and food wrappers, you lie down.