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PLAY TRACK ONE: BUILD A BITCH
After the opening of this play, you finally arrive at the starting act of the play. You're at the part of building the world that you have now decided to face everything that you have to learn to understand what's going on.
It was a shame that everything was already burnt to dust even before you could even learn what was going on.
Her world was quiet. She was supposed to be the star of a show that didn't even want her to be there, she was an outsider. The understudy that didn't have the chance to perform on the stage yet was part of the show. Why? Unity supposedly, that's what she was told.
Turning her head to her left towards the window, she was faced with questions. Why was she here to begin with? This school was prestigious, the best of the best, where dreams are made of. If that was the case, why was she detached?
The lights were on her, everything seemingly relied on her actions. Every thought that she expresses relates to the bigger picture—but what was the bigger picture if she was the only one in it? Or she's the only person who can only see herself?
Her current picture was grey. Her teacher's rambles about the equation seemed meaningless compared with the outside world that she saw through the window. It was freeing to know that there's a world outside of this even if the world isn't as kind.
"Karasuma! Are you even listening?!" There was a beginning of the color red in her world of grey. She looked forward to seeing her current stage where the spotlight is still on her, "Just because you're a new student doesn't mean you can laze around!"
She merely blinked and looked back down at her notes. It was a mess with red ink splattered around.
"Are you even listening to me?!" The voice began distant as she stared at the splotches on her papers. Was this how people saw her at the moment? The thought lingered a while, picking up her pen as she tried to scribble away the red. She wanted to make everything grey until she could go back to the world.
Seeing colors again is special when you've been in a monotone stage. She begged god that when that happens, she can finally be the character of the stage she wanted to be in.
You can't have everything in this world and the red continued as she felt an impact hit her head.
"If you're just here to do nothing, then what's your purpose in A-Class? You're bringing them down!"
Was she? The red started to grow. Brown eyes met the grey ones, everything was grey yet the figure in front of her had a splotch of red.
It was sinking in his shirt she realized. Her eyes narrowed at the red that seemed to sip in his skin, how horrifying. The rolled-up magazine that was held in his right hand didn't help that it was also becoming red.
"How about this, if you can answer the question on the board, I'll let you off the hook and I won't report this to the principal. Got it?" The offer was enticing so she took it.
The spotlight was on her anyways.
Standing in front of the green chalkboard seemed like she was at the stand. 'For an execution,' was her immediate thought. The world was grim but better than here where everything was just depressing and made her want to just burn it to the ground. What a brutal thought, she smiled.
The question that was presented to her made her eyes twitch. 'This was supposed to be difficult?' For an execution, this was pretty pathetic.
She scraped the chalk against the board and decided to make use of the spotlight.
The people who are under the light activate their fight or flight response. Whether they do the job or don't, create an impact and change lives or just stand there. Even if she wasn't wanted, she'll make use of the power she's given.
What a horrible person to be given the power to.
The chalk was placed back in its holder. Questions were always asked due to the lack of knowledge or the lacking knowledge of someone being asked so when you are placed on the latter side. You feel fight or flight. She always wondered what her flight response was as she looked back at her teacher who had a smirk on his face.
'Thought he would be throwing a fit,' she thought but for some reason, he was impressed. Her gaze wandered at the red that he held. It was disappearing, it was not staining him that much but he was still grey.
It was silent yet the red coming from her classmates was growing. The walk back to her desk was silent with the exception of hearing praise and slight scolding from her teacher.
Her fight response made her feel needed, and actually part of the show, and made her deserving of the spotlight.
Something she can have for once.
If it weren't for the main character already in her world, she wouldn't have to be the understudy. The outside world was grim yet it was exciting, this place was depressing yet challenging.
It makes things better when her new target was a few rows in front of her. The student council president.
