In the heat of the desert, I stood unprepared at the interminable steps. With my gigantic backpack, I waddled up the stairs slowly. I wish I had those fancy rolling backpacks so I can easily pull it up the stairs, I thought while hauling myself up. I want to run down, catch a plane home, and go to a simple, small high school and reunite with my old friends. I cannot, though, because my parents sent me here because I was talented, and they would just simply send me back if I returned.
I regret wearing pants. I am covered in sweat, famished, and parched. About three-fourth of the way up the painful stairs, I hear a blissful voice ring, "Break time!" I look over and sitting on the steps is a comfortably dressed male with a roller pink bunny suitcase, drinking some water and eating a sandwich. He glances at me and waves happily. Somehow, this annoys me; I find myself kicking him down the stairs, while snatching his drink and snack. I watch him cry as he tumbles down. Oh well, I guess I should feel bad.
I am recharged by the sandwich and water and continue. I stare up at the sun and notice a face appearing. It's laughing. Frightened, I start dashing up the stairs screaming, forgetting that you cannot run away from the sun.
Near the top, I glance up again. The sun was scarier than before. Out of fear, I accelerate until I reach the end of the long stairs. Puffing, I sprint to the school because inside, there would be no giggling sun eyeing me.
I enter the building and look around. I heard that people who go here have a big chance of having fame and being profitable. Excitement floods my head and I regret what I said on the stairs.
After wandering into other classrooms, I finally locate the room for newcomers. A poorly made sign hung over the door, saying, "Welcome new students! Welcome! Come on in." I walk in and take a seat. I will have to pick a partner sometime this year, my weapon...
I look at my backpack and it seemed to decrease in size. I notice that it was opened. The boy I kicked must have grabbed my backpack so he would not fall down. Worried, I open it hoping to see myー oh no. My strange obsession must be out. My love for my babies.
My bears must be covering the stairs and most of the campus.
MY BABIES.
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Soul Eater ZZZ
FanfictionIn Nevada is a school known as the DWMA where students train to be either weapons or meisters. Weapons and meisters team up at the DWMA and work together through soul resonance. Together, their job is to stop the kishin from killing and devouring mo...
