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MIZUKI
AS EXPECTED, I had a black eye the next morning and it was all Hinata's fault. I looked like the victim of Mike Tyson and Chris Brown combined.
"Does it hurt still?" Mar asked while walking out of the bathroom stall.
"I can feel my heartbeat in my eye," I said looking at her through the mirror, "I'm not going to class like this"
"You'll be fine. I'll throw a fat ass textbook at them if they look too long" My sister said opening the bathroom door and motioning for me to come with her.
I really didn't want to leave the bathroom and go to class but I knew I couldn't change Himari's mind so I just groaned following her out of the bathroom.
The two of us walked down the hall and people already started taking glances at my face and whispering. I mentally rolled my eyes and walked into Mari and I's first-period class, Cooking.
It's an easy class plus Himari and I already have a 113 % in this class—I'm not too sure how it happened honestly. All we do is make different kinds of food, taste each other's and our own then talk about the flavors. It's a real easy A.
"Miss Yamamoto, what happened to your eye?" My cooking teacher asked worriedly whilst walking into the kitchen where my sister and I had previously just walked in from.
"I got hit..with a volleyball," I said slowly already reliving yesterday's events.
Her eyes widened getting close to my face and checking it, "Oh my- if you need to go get ice during class or just need to rest you absolutely can" My teacher said before heading to the front to start instruction.
"That was better than expected" I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. Mar lightly punched my shoulder, "See, told you everything was fine"
"Yeah yeah, whatever" I rolled my eyes
"I hope your shit gets stuck like that"
"and if it do-"
"AND IF IT DO?" Mar raised her voice at me. So I finished my sentence, "THEN IMMA WISH THE SAME SHIT ON YOU BITCH"
The bell rang signaling class was starting and as soon as our teacher was about to talk three boys busted through the door like they were being chased by a pitbull with rabies. "Sorry, we're late!" One said, he was tall and had dark black short hair.
"It's alright I guess" She sighed lightly, "Chikara and Noya you can pair up with the Yamamoto sisters"
"Who the fuck is Chikara and why does he sound like a dyslexic chicken?" I asked a little bit too loud.
Mar laughed then her face dropped as she tapped my shoulder repeatedly pointing to Noya and Tanaka who we met yesterday in the gym.
"Miss it's like you want me to kill myself" I groan seeing the two boys come over.
