Fabricated revenge

I wonder if looking down on people makes me no different than them.

I follow Cyrus.

The school is smaller than I expected. Lockers aren't separated by gender, there are more windows than there should be. Most of the school is colored with the soulless corporate blue.

I get some looks here and there that say, wait I haven't seen you before have I?

Trivial.

We reach the class, Cyrus goes in and takes his seat in the first row. Poor him.

I stop and observe. I am in class 1-C, there are total 22 students including me. My seat is... the anime protagonist one. Back of the class and by the window.

I go and take my seat. I can see the entire class from here.

The bell rings, and a teacher soon enters the class. She looks in my direction, but before she does, I look away. I have no intention of introducing myself.

She gets the message. Finally a woman... worthy of respect.

After she started the lecture, I looked out the window and wondered.

How am I going to take revenge?

The horrible things she did to others, I do them to her. Simple.

But no.

True revenge is deception and infliction of great mental pain. I want her to suffer.

   "Stop daydreaming like an idiot, start taking notes." A voice from my right spoke.

I turn my head... Flute Concerto No. 7 in E Minor: III. Rondo Allegretto starts playing in my head.

Black hair, silvery eyes, a somewhat, slightly beautiful face... It's her.

My target Leah.