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"Grab the fucking thing before it ruins the classroom!" Screeched Christine as she frantically jumped on top of the table, her fingers pointing. Her bright eyes widening as they scanned the room rapidly. "There! No there! THERE! Oh my God, Jasmine GET IT!"
"I'M FUCKING TRYING!" I shrieked back at her, lunging for the tail. "You try this! It's not easy." My eyes darted around the classroom trying to find the vile thing. I balled my hands into fists, crunching my knuckles as my eyebrows furrowed. Ugh! I hated this job.
Every morning me and Christine would wake up extra early to come and inspect the classrooms. Since this was a Hunter's academy, there were a lot of demonstrations and introductions to weapons and other dangerous equipment. We were chosen to be the Morning Inspectors to go through each classroom and ensure no equipment had been stolen. Unfortunately, I was also elected to be the Night Inspector. Christine, on the other hand, was free.
A small shadow sped past round the teacher's desk. I shot a glare at Christine for screaming and quietly crept over to the desk, holding my breath. I was sweating from running around the class for ten minutes and it was hard to control my breathing either way.
"Jasmine-"
"Shh!"
"But-"
"I said be quiet!"
A tail peeked from behind and I dived over the desk, throwing myself over the desk, Christine screaming at my sudden move. I opened my eyes to see a pair of whiskers poking out of my closed hands and I whooped in success.
"Finally got the little rodent!
"Congratulations, Miss Romero. Now that you have captured the mouse, I strongly advise you to pull your skirt down and get off my desk."
Mr. Roberts stood there infuriating with his eyes lowered, his arms crossed in his black suit. The kids around him laughing and giggling. Feeling a sudden breeze, I realised I was sprawled on the desk with my skirt up showing a full view of my red and black panties I had just bought recently.
Squealing with shock I lost my balance and fell off the desk with a thud. The papers from his desk flew off and cascaded round me, one falling right on my face. Feeling another breeze in between my legs I shot up and pulled my skirt down. Howls of laughter coming from all corners of the classroom and everyone settled into their seats. They looked like they were watching a show, all relaxed in their damn seats.
"QUIET!" I screamed as I got up fuming. I gave each and every one of them an ugly glare. The type that intimidates you and shrinks you back, the one that burns holes into your eyes and rises the fear up to your throat till you choke. Even the teacher was nervous.
Satisfied with the feared looks, I calmly walked to my seat, shooting glares at anyone who even turned a corner of their mouths up. Everyone knew me as the rank one girl. The first ever female to gain the highest rank, therefore, a high status in the school. I wasn't like the popular girls with their groups of friends, bobbing along the corridors talking absolute crap and flirting shit less with boys. I was the famous Hunter everyone feared.
There were many rumours about me. Some believed I had killed a student once because they mocked my ability to shoot with a rifle gun. Others believed I was gained the rank one because my father was second in command in this school, also the Chairman's most closest friend.
But really, I had just worked hard. Harder than they ever will. I worked hard, even though I had an advantage. I did it the proper way, without cheating, without using my already powerful enough gift. I manually gained my position as rank one through blood, sweat and tears. I cannot even count the many times I was whisked away to hospital for all the damage of working so hard. But it payed off dearly.
