Tales Of Mischief

Chapter 19

Trixx's POV:

It's your fault!

Screams and crash heard. A woman yelling at me.

"No!" I screamed. My breathing started to escalate.

"It's not my fault, No!" Tears start to shed from eyes. Lips numbing and her words repeated in my ears.

Your fault!

Your fault!

"NO!" I screamed and looked at my room. It's just a dream. I squeezed my forehead while panting. I hugged my knees and started crying. It felt so real.

"Not again." I mumbled. I laid back and attempted to sleep once again.

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"Pollen is really annoying." Tikki growled while I was just looking at the board. Not interested. When did I even had interest in class?

"You said that a hundredth time already." I hissed. I can't even sleep because she always ranting. After our discussion in Chemistry, we went to our next class which is Theater.

Tikki and I walked together with the rest of the class.

"Ugh! I really hate—"

"Can you just shut up!" I yelled in her face and paused. Oh shoot.

"I-I'm sorry." I blinked and looked at her. Her face changed into annoyance.

"What was that for?" She hissed at me.

"I'm not in the mood."

"That doesn't justify your action. If you want me to stop then tell me without yelling at me!" She yelled pointing her finger at me.

"What's with the commotion?" Wayzz butted in with Plagg beside him. Tikki groaned and pulled Wayzz away with her leaving me and Plagg. Honestly, I was surprised. I thought she will pull Plagg but I guess she's still shy with him.

"This is the first time you two had an argument." He looked at me and I sighed.

"I'm not in the mood and I didn't slept properly." I rubbed my temples and he tapped my shoulder.

"Let's go to class." He pulled my arm and we entered in the Theater room. It has seats that resembles the cinema, a stage and red curtain.

"Welcome to Theater class my dear kwamis!" A man in his early fifties open his shoulder and a warm smile in his lips. Plagg and I sat in the second row while Tikki and Wayzz sat in front of us. She didn't talked to me so she's still mad.

"Of course, I know that you're nervous but don't you worry I won't be forcing you to master all types of genre. Everyone's different so everyone has its strengths and weaknesses. What genre do you excel? We'll know as the class progress." He grabbed a box in the stage.

"I'm Monsieur Ramier by the way." He chuckled and he shook the box he was currently holding.

"I'll be picking names in pair and you'll made a short script about a genre that will be given to you." He picked the first two names.

"Mullo and Barkk. You'll have comedy." He picked another two.

"No, I want to be with Wayzz and have romance." Here we go again.