ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕜𝕠'𝕤 ℙ.𝕆.𝕍.
It's now been a month. I've gained a few boys who think I am amazing. They clearly want to be my friends, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to be their friend. I already have these two idiots on my head, their presence like an incessant buzzing in my mind. I don't want to add more trouble onto my head, but there's something else that is holding me back from wanting that—something I can't quite place. Well, there's nothing wrong with being friendly with them, though.
The rest of the students in school clearly don't approve of me. The boys spread rumors about me like wildfire, their whispers growing louder in the hallways and classrooms. Most of them called me rude nicknames: "Filth," "Scum," "Failure," "Lucky failure," "Low life," "Fake show-off," "Lucky bastard," "Unauthentic Mulan," "Forged strong-ass," "Weakling." The words carried a bitter, cutting edge, but I let them bounce off me. Some girls, desperate for the football captain's attention, threw around words like "slut," "whore," and other insults. Their accusations were venomous, but I barely spared them a thought. Especially Kyeso and her clique—they relished in gossiping behind my back, knowing full well I could hear every word. The rest of the students? They acted like I was invisible, avoiding me altogether.
Before I arrived, Mitsumi's past was dug up—how she lived in poverty before her stepmother took her in. This gave the students fuel to call her names like "Low life," "Scum," "Filth," and "Loser." Now, by association, I was dragged into their games. Apparently, being related to her made me a target for the same insults, and most of the boys didn't like me. Not that I cared.
One day, as I was walking out of an empty classroom after sleeping, I headed toward the martial arts club when I spotted something ahead—a girl being bullied by Kyeso. The girl wasn't crying, but her eyes were teary, the tension in her face showing how hard she was trying to hold back her emotions. They were slapping her repeatedly, their hands hitting her with a casual cruelty. She stood there, trembling slightly, her eyes pleading but dry.
"P-P-P-Please L-L-Leave me alone," she stammered, her voice shaking with fear.
"Huh? Can't hear the gibberish you're saying!" Kyeso mocked, her fingers gripping the girl's throat. "You rapping for us, Eminem?" one of her lackeys sneered, her laugh mean-spirited.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice calm and steady as I approached Kyeso.
"It's none of your business, you scum," Kyeso snapped, her face twisted with irritation.
"It's clearly my business, as I happened to come across you guys. I can't just walk away and watch while you harass your fellow student."
"Well, since you're insisting on making it your business, why don't I show you what happens to scum who doesn't know their place?"
"Deal with her, girls."
Her four minions immediately charged at me. The first swung a wild punch, which I caught easily, twisting her arm and pinning her to the ground. With a swift hit to her neck, she went limp, knocked out cold. The second came at me, aiming for an uppercut, but I dodged it smoothly and retaliated with a sharp punch to her face. She stumbled back, dazed from the impact. They were weak—so weak that I didn't even need my white eye to turn red to evade and counter them. The third girl rushed toward me, but I grabbed her by her bangs and slammed her head into the ground with enough force to crack the concrete beneath her. Her body crumpled, unconscious. The fourth girl, terror in her eyes, turned and fled without a second thought.
"Is there anyone next?" I asked, my voice cold as I glared at Kyeso.
"Stop messing with me," she yelled, frustration seeping through her words.
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Abnormality in normality.
ParanormalAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Please don't! No, don't do it please! No, please, I am begging! Not again please. They didn't listen. They didn't. They kept on doing it over, over and over again. T...
