The Ogre - Arrival (Patreon)

"Hey, did you hear about the new exchange student?" Matt asked excitedly.

"Oh, the mutant girl? Well… yes, I heard the rumors. I don’t think it’s a big deal though. We have a few mutants in school already. It’s nothing that special,” I replied.

"I know, I know. There’s the girl with four arms and the other one with wings, but this is different!" said Matt, "they say that she’s tough. A real delinquent. She broke a boy in two just for annoying her!"

“That’s clearly an exaggeration,” I said skeptically. “She would be in prison if that were true.”

"I’d still be careful… what if she joins our class?" replied Matt. Before I could answer, our teacher came into the room, followed by a six foot tall mutant. She was wearing the school uniform, but it barely hid her impressive body. She had four huge breasts and four arms with clearly defined muscles. A spiked tail hung out from her skirt. Her skin was slightly greenish and her head was crowned with horns. A gaudy scar looked like it ran across her torso, from the base of her neck to just below her navel.

"Oh shit it’s her, it’s the ogre!" Matt whispered.

The girl stopped at the board to introduce herself. She took a marker and instead of her name, she wrote, "None of your business!"

“I came to this school because I had to. Don't talk to me or there will be consequences. That's all you need to know."

Everyone, including the teacher, looked at her somewhat puzzled and terrified. After a pause, the teacher invited her to sit in an empty chair… right next to me.

"Oh God, be careful Ty," Matt whispered, "They say that scar was made from a katana, but she survived and ripped off her attacker's limbs with her bare hands!"

"That’s just a dumb rumor," I replied in a low voice, "She probably just needs someone to be nice to her".

The ogre girl sat next to me and I couldn't help looking at her. She had a terrifying aura, but the danger and mystery was undeniably attractive. While the teacher was thumbing through his lesson plans, I decided to try and speak with her.

“Hi, I'm Tyler, but you can call me Ty. If you need help with anything, you can ask me,” I tried to put on my best smile. The girl turned slowly and looked down at me with a decidedly menacing expression. She stared me down for at least five seconds. I was speechless and swallowed hard.

"What part of ‘don’t speak to me’ did you not understand?" she said in the driest tone I have ever heard.

"Oh... yes, you see. I just wanted to be nice," I replied nervously.

“You know what woulda been nice? Being left alone. I don’t know if you think you are some sort of white knight, little man, here to save me from my own loneliness. ‘Oh, she’s not mean. She’s just misunderstood. If I’m nice to her, then I’ll see she’s just a softie underneath it all and we can all live happily ever after!’” she said openly mocking me. “Surprise! There ain’t anything deeper than this. I AM this mean, I DON’T need saving, and when I say I want to be left alone, I MEAN IT!” She leaned back in her chair her fail flicking behind her. “Consider yourself on my list. You do so much as get in my way and you’ll end up a fine red paste on the locker room floor,” she said before turning and looking at the board.

I was puzzled and somewhat scared. Matt handed me a piece of paper that I immediately opened.

"I TOLD YOU. Now she’s gonna kick your ass," I looked over at Matt and he made a gesture of a knife to his throat.

I swallowed again. I would have to be careful in the hallways from now on.