Dark Charms

Every Little Normal 1

I don't know when it was that I realized that I was in some sort of .. game.

Maybe it was when I transferred to my new school.

After my moms job transfer, we moved to a small quiet town, who seemed to only boast about their very privileged school.

A school that seemed to house in the rich and beautiful kids from all over the world.

I don't even know how mom managed to get me into that school. It's not like we were rich.

But I digress.. anyways when I first transferred to the school I was in awe.

It wasn't exactly a private school but it wasn't classified public either:

It was a school that seemed to only want the best teens. You know, the smartest, most athletic , most beautiful etc.

"Hollyoaks". A fitting name for a school that seemed to be more fitted to be in LA.

It was huge too. There seemed to be endless amounts of classrooms and a fucking huge ass cafeteria.

With everything being really clean, and everyone wearing an outfit that seemed to come out of some manga.

I remember sitting at my first period feeling sweaty and nauseous.

You know that feeling when you feeling something is just.. off?

Yeah that's how I felt.

As I glanced at my new seat mates, I gawked at how fucking gorgeous these kids were. Like models that just happened to go to school.

It just seemed so weird to me. I mean there were gorgeous teens and all but these kids looked like they had been manufactured  at some factory or something.

I felt like I just didn't belong. As if someone had plucked me out of normal life and threw me into some sort of ...story.

I guess I must've been some sort of psychic or some shit.

I didn't talk to anyone and nobody seemed to glance at me as they seated themselves.

Something felt off something felt off something felt off

The feeling of nausea seemed to increase as the teacher came in (who was young and beautiful too) with another short student following behind her.

As I stared at the girl who was nervously looking around, I took in her appearance, and it hit me like a damn brick.

The pretty short girl with big eyes, the nervous disposition, the "tee hee silly me what am I doing here" attitude.

I was in an otome game.

And not just any otome game.

One that was nothing but full of violence, gore, and had been eventually banned in almost very country.

A very violent twisted game that seemed to be made by some psycho.

And I was in it. For fucks sake.

I slumped in my seat, trying hard not to barf, as I shook slightly.

Not noticing the boy next to me glance at me curiously.

Not noticing the hint of malicious intent in another one of my classmates eyes.

And definitely not noticing the "MC" sit in front of me with an empty look flashing in her face.