The Slay table Vs Chat noir

The way to school

Though the anti-Slay table protests kept going on outside the school and predominately Chat-Noir-supporting areas across the school, the danger that loomed did not deter Abs, one of the founders of The slay Table, who silently tried to get to school without trouble.                 

The private jet ride from North Korea took about thirty minutes, as it always did. Immediately arriving from the DPRK and onto the sidewalks of the neighborhood, Abs was bundled up in her warm winter attire, though she expected to entire the warm atrium of the school when she got there. The lady walked down the cold sidewalks of the neighborhood. Her eyes were fixated on her phone; while still looking ahead and making her way to school.

She was fully aware of her surroundings even with her earmuffs on, she heard loud and clear "DEATH TO THE SLAY TABLE!" being yelled by the sidewalks.                                                                             She turned around and charging torwards her were a few people wearing furry costumes, greasy hair and acne covered faces--Chat Noir supporters.

        Abs made a run for it. Though her slay table bracelet was not visible as she was wearing long sleeves-- she had been warned that they could merely sense a Slay Tablern.                                   How could they do that, She did not know, nor did anyone from the slay table, or in support of the slay table, for that matter.                                                                                                                                         Just when she thought she would easily evade the Chat Noir fans, They took out their staffs that Chat Noir himself had given them and used them to catch up to their target. Suddenly, a car began to back out. Abs took her chances and ran torwards the hiding place, While the Chat Noir supporters had to halt at risk of serious injury.                                                                                                 The Lady hid behind a bush against the school. Abs listened, Waiting till the coast would be clear. Then, she began to hear the footsteps of the Chat Noir supporters, continuously shouting "DEATH TO THE SLAY TABLE!" "That Slay table founder has got to be here somewhere!" One of the supporters in the furry costume said. "Yeah. Let's continue to look." Said one of the supporters in a pitchy tone. Fifteen minutes passed. Until Abs heard the sound of a teacher.             "All of you, Clear out!" She said sternly, "No one's allowed back here.                                                    "Shoot!" One of the supporters said "until next time." Then they all walked away and Abs could finally get to class; until she felt something touch her hand.

 "What's going on?" Abs recognized that voice, she could have recognized it from miles away. Abs went frozen in disbelief. The man held her arm and forcefully pulled her up. He held on to her wrists firmly as he brought her to another side of the school, safe from any Chat noir supporters, and that man, was Trunk, Wearing a white shirt and black coat. Abs nearly chocked on her breath.

"Its okay," Trunk said. He released his tight grip on Abs's wrists. The Lady stood frozen, Staring at trunk. Trunk smiled and put his finger on her lips and said "Let's go inside."  Trunk put his arm around her shoulder and they walked into the school together.