The Start

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"Shinohara Saiko?" yelled the teacher.

"Here" I said raising my hand.

There is not much to tell about me. I was adopted at a very young age, and my adoptive parents work all day, leaving me alone. Of course, not that I care now, but before, I was bullied everyday, they'd beat me up, steal from me, but I was always reminded that I was adopted, adopted just because of pity and that's why they left me alone in the house. But I swore I would take my revenge the worst way possible. I wrote all their names down, kinda like a Death Note, but sadly it didn't kill them from heart attacks. I have always lied about who I am, acting happy and all, but that has changed since I last transferred schools, because of "problems" with the students.

It has been a while since I'm in this new school, my actions dragging everyone away, except for a few curious guys/gals. Today wasn't the exception, talking, just walking lonely after class and so on. I decided to invite one of my closest friends to my house to play some video games.

"Yo, Michael, wanna go play some games at my place after school?" I asked him.

"Sure, I'll call home and tell them I'll be home late" he replied.

After school we went home as planned. We got to my house and went in.

"Mom! I'm home!" I called out. But as usual, she wasn't there. We went upstairs to my room and sat down.

"So, what you want to play?" I asked him.

"Got Call of Duty?" he asked back.

I got out all my collection and he chose. We played video games 'till the afternoon.

"Hey, Michael?" I said while I 'paused' the game.

"Hm? What?" he said putting the controller down and stretching his arms.

"Wanna eat something? My stomach needs some fuel" 

"Sure"

"Be right back then" I said while I stood up and walked out of the room towards the kitchen.

I prepared some sandwiches but I added something 'special' to Michael's sandwich. I went back up stairs, gave Michael his sandwich and started eating. Once we finished we took a break.

"I didn't know you were a great cook" Michael said patting his stuffed stomach.

"It's a sandwich, you just make it, it's not cooking. Now stop, your making this awkward" I chuckled a bit.

"Ok ok, jeez," he said while standing up and letting out a yawn "I really think I should get going, I feel sleepy all of a sudden"

"Not until you pay what you owe" I said with a smirk.

"What did you-..." as he dozed off, he went face first on the ground.

"Goodnight"

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