Are you a Villain or a Hero?

The skies are clear, the sun is barely breaking in the horizon yet despite its happy beuatiful nature the atmosphere held a sense of gloominess. The morning remained peaceful, however, it was a rather dark souless day, and for her the day was rather rainy... Her crispy vivid green eyes stared in the void as her slightly trembling hand placed the bouquet on the tombstone. Her straight black hair was covered most of her face while her electric blue streaks shone in a rebelious fashon in the little sunlight. Approaching her from behind was a a tall male barely over her head. He removed his cap as his own black hair was slicked back with some little strands sticking out in an odd fashion. She turned with a snap walking i na still march away. He uttered some words unauible as he kneels down as some little drops cascaded his face touching the stone with open arms.

She sat there, looking outside in a daze-like trance. She could feel it- the gloominess that hung in the air. She stared at the street below watching the people walk by without a care. She 'saw' their shadows 'dancing' as they walked along not noticing them as they tried so desperately to give their owners joy or at least something other than boredom. She blinked and the shadows became still. A girl from the neighbor class across the hall came up to her, asking if she had any extra pencils or erasers. She nodded and give the girl some. She glanced back at the peoples' shadows and their 'aura'-like outer 'layer', her eyes stayed for only a moment more before she turned her head away from the window.  She began listening to the teacher as he started to speak again.