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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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───── ❝ Chapter 1: A Fight? ❞ ─────
❝ Can I PLEASE get a waffle? ❞
TW: DEPICTIONS OF FIGHTING, GORE, AND MENTIONS OF RAPE
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THE HALLS WERE ODDLY SILENT when class was in session. The successful Hope's Peak Academy prided itself on the discipline and attentiveness of its students.
That didn't mean they particularly enforced those rules.
You kicked up the imaginary dust at your feet, gripping your backpack tightly as you desperately rushed toward the girl's bathroom. It wasn't anything nasty like what some may expect, you just wanted to skip the last block without getting detention.
Earlier that week, you had remembered your sheer horror when the dreaded in-class presentation assignment was announced. You could almost hear the record scratch as reality suddenly set in on you.
You were required to present something in front of your entire class.
Not in a million years, denial is the first thing you turned to; you would rather shrivel up and starve to death than do such a heinous class activity.
And so here you were, speed-walking through the halls as though your life depended on it. And if you were staying true to your previous statement, then you actually were escaping your eventual death.
It wasn't a surprise there were no teachers or whiny hall monitors to catch you. Hall monitors did occasionally frequent the lonely pathways, but most were in class like good little herded sheep. The teachers, however, just didn't care.
As long as the school's reputation was pristine, nobody would care.
Shouting brought you back to reality, causing you to suddenly plant your feet firmly into the ground to stop yourself from fully turning the corner.
"You know what you did!"
Gulping, you poked your head around the corner to get a feel for the situation. And just your luck, the intervention happened to be occurring in front of the bathrooms.
A tall guy with a short, dark mullet, a corn-looking pompadour, and a clear disregard for the school dress-code, held another guy's collar, lifting him off the ground.
