End Time Cores

C33, I'm gonna make it

Aimy's baby steps led her to the side of the door before she gave up and ran back.
She collides with the genitor on her way, who was carrying a trolley filled with clothes.

"I'm so sorry Mr G." She apologized, freakishly.

"Aimy, it's you." He replies excitedly

"How'd you know it was me?" Aimy asks taking off the sunshades she was wearing.

"Who else makes up weird nicknames with a person job title just to be respectful." He replied
"What's chasing you off this early morning. I don't know you to be the type that tries to run from school- except you've changed-"

"No, Mr G. I haven't." Aimy replies rushingly, cutting him off.
"I just forgot something I really need to.." she was saying, then she paused once she noticed the pile of clothes he was carrying
"What are you doing with so many clothes? Do you own a cloth store now?" Aimy asks confusingly

"No, this is yesterday's lost and found clothes. Found most of it in the bathrooms. I'm taking them to the school's lost and found." He replied.

"How could they lost- I don't even want to know." Aimy concludes confusingly

"I should drop this off, then get back to work."

"No, let me. I'm trying to hide out from some bullies." Aimy begs weirdly.

"O-k-a-y. Didn't think you could still get bullied at this stage though." He replies, a bit confused.

"Yah, me neither." Aimy agrees, collecting the trolley.

"Let me guess, it's those rich girls again, right?"

"Yah." Aimy replied

"They better grow up. They've no idea what tomorrow will hold. All they know is wake up, have fun, play with boys and sleep.." he continues.

"Bye Mr G!" Aimy yelled as she left, once she heard the bell ring.

"Okay, bye dear." He replied, going back to where he came out from.

"I didn't really lie. The rich girls are the ones who set me up as the Anon, in person of Emer and her friends.
I'm also running from them bullying me, right?" Aimy thought to herself, trying to shake off the feeling of guilt from telling a lie to the genitor.

Hayley's POV

Class's almost over, yet no sign of Aimy. Even Victoria seemed worried, cause she asked of her the moment I walked into class.

After class, I had to find somewhere to call her. Was she really not coming to school anymore?

Jessica's POV

They find out she's the Anon, and yet everyone still seem to be talking about her.
She's like a freaking liar and a snitch. They shouldn't be carrying her like she's some kind of celebrity.

I just want her to show up and I'd watch satisfactorily how they pounce on her and disgrace her. She deserves it for parading herself as a saint when she's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

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Aimy was sitting at the back of the class, covering her face with a hoodie she had borrowed from the school's lost and found.

She watched as they all spoke and planned how they'd disgrace and embarrass her. Especially from Emer, who plans to bring in the press.

"Hey!" Patricia said suddenly to Aimy, when she caught her snooping.

"Yah." Aimy replied panickingly, changing the tone of her voice to something thinner.

"Why are you covering your face with a hoodie? Are you new?" She asks curiously. Then Emer cuts in.

"Not the time Trish. We'd have all the time later to deal with newbies once we're done with Aimy." She cushioned.

"Sure." Patricia replies.
Lilley just kept silent through all this. She looked carried away in thoughts, and was the only one that hadn't made a comment about Aimy.

After class.
Aimy's POV

My favorite teacher just taught, and I couldn't even answer any of her questions or make her know someone was listening, since I am the only one who seems to listen to her.

I made my way quickly out of class to avoid getting fished out.

This is my life now- Under the hood.

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By the hallway
During break period

Jessica was getting some things from her locker, when she noticed some ranting by the edge of the lockers.

"God, I don't want to live the rest of my life running." Aimy rants frustratingly.

"Aimy?!" She calls out uncertainly.

Aimy recognized her immediately, so she rapped her hands around her mouth.
"Sush." Aimy whispers, as she covered her mouth gently.

"You little.." She said rashly with a sudden pause.
"Get your filthy hands off my lips." Jessica adds furiously to Aimy's surprise.

"Are you okay?" Aimy asks confusingly.

"I should be asking you that. You're the one hiding behind a hoodie.
So, you started the stupid rumor huh. I can't believe you." She reprimanded

"Sometimes I wonder if we're even friends. Did you really believe this one as well? Of course I didn't. It's a conspiracy. Patricia probably used this as a payback for breaking her arm-" Aimy explains

"Its enough!" Jessica yells suddenly raising her voice.

"Jessica, keep it down." Aimy pleaded.

"I've had enough of your lies." She added ragingly. "Guys, Santa Maria's here!" She yells afterwards to Aimy's surprise.
"You chose the wrong way to show your true colors." Jessica concludes, as people began to gather.

"I don't know how to feel about what just happened. Whether I should be glad or sad. Either ways, I wasn't mad. There was no way I could live the rest of my life under a hood, caused by the hands of lies."

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Monday evening

Still at Patricia's house, after she had been discharged with a cast. Emer began plotting a little scheme against Aimy.

"I already have someone on it." Lilley says to Emer.

"Good."

"Remind me again why we are setting Aimy up as the Anon?" Lilley asks stylishly.

"Can't you see what she did to my arm?" Patricia intrudes, before Emer could reply.

"But you started it." Lilley reminds.

"Cut it out you two." Emer cushions.
"It's neither cause of Patricia or Aimy. I just want the truth out, and I don't care who gets hurt in the process." Emer replies.

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