Chapter 1: Can't I Just Die?

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"Can't I just die?"

A loud honk can be heard as the standing girl on the road turn to her left just seeing a truck in front of her and then . . .

[CRASHH!]

The girl's body now are covered in bloods. Her eyes was half lidded, there were blood coming from her mouth and head, lights that was flashing towards her slowly fading as the truck driver drive by passing her. After a few seconds, the girl mouthing something that only can be heard by her,

"T-t.. ha.. nk, yo- u.."

Soon, the world become pit dark.

"Huh? Where.. Am I? Why is it so dark." said the girl who was just being hit by a truck but still alive.

...

"It was obvious that you are in a dark world kid." it was a male voice talking.

"Dumb ass, what are you talking about? Pft- Dark world.." this voice was belonged to a female.

"You two shut up, please." and now a male voice again but different from the first one.

'Who are them?' the girl's inner voice talked.

"Ahem, hello there little girl! You are in unconscious situation now."

'Huh unconscious?'

"If you can hear my voice please immediately raise your hand and grab something on your left."

'Grab?'

"Geez! Just hurry up and grab Nora's hand already, you're like an old grandma."

'Did he just said I'm like old grandma? This rude guy makes me want to punch him.'

"Hey, Emmanuel! Watch your words don't just start cursing every times. Now, now little girl can you grab my hand on your left side? I know you can hear me. If you don't grab my hand you might can't open your eyes okay?"

'Didn't I died? Why must I wake up again.'

"Hey. Grab it. I'll toss your bag that full with this manga and snacks in the river."

[GRAB]

"Good girl." said a woman while smiling.

"MY BAG" the girl who was just woke up eyeing around searching for her bag and founded it at the hand of a guy. "Good kitty." He said while swinging it around using his finger. The girl run to him and reach her arm out it was only 1 inch far from her finger but the guy put his hand up high. "Heh." he said.

Suddenly, [Swoosh] the bag was no longer on his hand. 'Phew, got it." The girl whisper in winning at herself.

"How.. Did you manage to get it?"

"Interesting. This brat can pass this light pole little trick." Laugh the guy who was being known with always cursing.

"If you guys don't want to be spanks by Nora again better stop boys."

"Get to the point. Little girl, we didn't touch your things we only checks contents of your bag so calm down. And can you introduce yourself?"

"Why do I need, when I don't even know who you guys are."

"If that was what you're thinking then if you know who we are can you introduce yourself after?"

"It's up to me."

"Okay, I'll start first. Hello there! My name is Angelie Ice and my father name is Drake. I am 19 years old. Nice to meet you, I hope we can get along starting now!" said the sweet and cheerful girl

"What a lovely speech you got the Angelie. I'll make mine more better than your. Hi! My name is Jack Cey Thomas,you can call me Jackie or Cey if you want and I'm also 19. If you are seeking for help I'm always available also- " the airhead boy said but been cut.

"Quit with your blabbering mouth, Jack. You're hurting my ears."

"I'm Emmanuel Mc'Abby." The cursing guy said.

The girl who was hearing their introducing speech the whole time turns her head to the guy who played her bag before.

"What? You are like a puppy that waiting it master to give food"

"Cut it out, Zea. If you are going to make an essay please let me go first."

"Tsk. Fine! My name is Zea Mark. Unless if you want that bee beside you to sting me with it sting then ask me more."

"Even dogs can shut their bark for a second why can't you stop being arrogant. Well, forget bout' it. Hello sweetheart! My name is Nora Kimberly and I'm 20. I hope we can be friends" said the girl who haven't introduce herself before with a smile plastered on her face.

"Now it's your turn, Won't you tell us what is your name?"

"I'm Mion Enuzuki and I am 19 years old nice to meet you guys, May I know why am I here? I think I've died because of being hit by a truck but why am I still alive and being at here?"

"Well, that is because. . ."

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