Invented truths

It had been three months since she had given birth before her body was back to the way it had been before. She hadn't even kept the scar, because something inside her didn't require a plastic surgeon, so there wouldn't be any marks on her body. It regenerated in an abnormal way. But she didn't want to worry about supernatural things. She still felt like a girl, and she found it strange that her friends were talking about the prom, which would be in two years' time. She thought they were getting ahead of themselves, and said so to one of her classmates, who stared at her as if she were nothing more than a worm.

“It may seem rash to you, who have a perfect life, princess of demons. But for us mere mortals, talking about something good that's going to happen, even if it's far away, instead of dwelling on our problems, is a relief. At least when we're inside the school, let us be happy. Leave us alone.” The young woman said this and turned to leave, but he remembered something else