Mythica : A Comic

I grab my pack and endeavor my way outside my petite apartment complex.  I look with my head down to avoid any eye contact with my neighbors and move my way through the building like a mouse in a maze until I reach the elevator. I stick my key around my neck into the keyhole and turn it clockwise to switch on the elevators gears. It was that time of the year, about belated August to begin college, except it's not any different than high school. I was never the type to have any friends, acquaintances actually. I was always alone sitting under a tree reading books about mythology and magick. People called me a freak and witch but that didn't bother me. If someone were to bully me I would mutter some made up words and they would believe I was hexing them. The look on their faces gives me a will to live. I guess you could consider that evil but I consider it as self-protection.