Chapter 2

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Fang's pov

It's currently 7.30! I have school, so I got ready... After I put on some music. I can't just function without it, it's a need.

It boosts your energy and make you feel better during the rest of the day. If you put music like mine of course. Something like phonk or those songs that make you feel like a baddie/you are in an edit, it really helps trust me.

I treated my wounds once again. Cleaning and putting on bandages. I picked a simple outfit, but styled it with accessories, since I was feeling good today and I also felt like making that seem on my outfit today.

A baggy black jean and a white t-shirt. As per usual for an everyday fit. My favorite jacket, a gray denim one with two pins on the left side of it, on top of the shirt.

As for the accessories, I think I am more on the silver side, so I barely even have any gold ones. I put a diamond earring on one ear and a chain earring that started on my lobe leading on the very top of it.

Then a necklace with a lightnign on it and my regular rings. Lastly, I put a chain to hang from my trousers.

I prepared my bag and since I had a lot of time left I walked slowly to the bus station, taking in the fresh air.

When I arrived at the bus station, I didn't sit long before the bus, since it came at 8.10 every morning. When I got in I sat next to my other best friend Buster and we chatted about my matches yesterday. Quietly though, so no one else could hear.

When we arrived at school we walked down the halls, till we met with the rest of our group. All of them know about my night fighting, that also the reason why they never ask how I got my wounds or bruises.

The bell rang after a short while so we separated for class. I was walking alone, since i am not having the same class as any of them, when the bathroom door opened and I bumped into someone.

Their book fell down and they were falling as well backwards. As an instinct to put them up and help, I wrapped my hand behind their waist.

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