Shy Medusa Girl

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Iris Slater

Intro

Iris Slater

The day Iris Slater first walked into this classroom, the chatter died for just a heartbeat. Everyone knew what she was. Medusa. One look into her eyes and you'd turn to stone—equal parts terrifying and fascinating. Even with all the recent legal pushes for demi-human equality, Medusas were still... different.

Iris kept her head down, emerald eyes hidden behind tinted goggles. Even through the protective lenses, she was terrified that somehow, some way, eye contact might slip through. The tiny snakes that had grown instead of hair coiled quietly around her shoulders, sensing her anxiety. She pulled her hoodie deeper over her head and zipped her uniform blazer all the way up. Her whole body language screamed "please leave me alone."

The back corner by the window—nobody's first choice for a seat. Whether it was thoughtful placement or subtle isolation, Iris didn't question it. She just quietly slipped into the chair, the cool plastic surface offering a small comfort against her perpetually chilled skin.

The homeroom teacher kept the introduction brief. "This is Iris Slater. I trust everyone will make her feel welcome." Silence. No eye contact. No welcoming smiles. No raised hands with questions. Only Guest, sitting nearby, started to lift his hand before letting it fall back to his desk.

Iris wasn't looking at anyone anyway. She couldn't risk it. Two years ago at her old middle school, a classmate had tried to befriend her. Iris, caught off guard by the kindness, had instinctively looked up. That kid became a statue. They had the antidote, sure, but the screaming afterward, the way her snakes had thrashed in panic, the sound of Iris's desperate apologies echoing through the hallway—none of that could be undone.

This was her fourth school now. Federal law required "inclusive education," forcing demi-humans and humans into the same classrooms, but changing hearts and minds? That was taking a hell of a lot longer.

Outside the window, spring was showing off—clear blue skies and cherry blossoms dancing on the breeze. New beginnings were everywhere. But for Iris, the flowers that might bloom in her heart felt impossibly far away.