𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | Inquisitormaster & Zsquad| Danganronpa

☆𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒☆ || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥

FRESHMEN YEAR- SEPTEMBER

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~Alex's POV~

"Alex, I've rewritten this sentence five times already. I don't think we're getting anywhere with this," Jade groans. She drops the pencil onto the desk and stares up at me, weariness shining behind her half-lidded eyes.

"It's just— ... And you're sure it dropped out of my bag?"

"Alex." Her voice is cold and dismissive.

I defensively lift my hands. "I'm sorry! It's just so weird."

"Well," Jade starts, pushing the lined page filled from top to bottom with her writing, "I didn't write it. I thought it was yours. Now, can you please leave me alone? I'm tired."

"Right. Sorry." I pick up the page and quickly cross the room to the trash can.

Ripping the page into shreds, I toss the bits into the can and swerve through the rows of desks until I reach mine. I glimpse Jade from my peripheral, and I see her face hidden in her arms on her desk. Most of the time I see her, she's either sleeping or scanning the room with a stern expression. It's still only September, but I've grown used to this already.

When I sink into my chair, the sliding door opens and most of our heads shoot in the direction. A face I haven't seen in a while, Mr. Gilroy, walks into the room with a smaller stack of papers in his grasp which he sets down on the podium.

He gives a subtle cough to gather our attention. "Good morning, class."

"What's he doing here?" I hear Candi whisper from behind me.

Charli hums curiously from beside her, and I can envision her giving a half-shrug. "I'm not sure. He's never here."

Mr. Gilroy disregards the low hum of whispers and his dark eyes skim the room. His hands rest atop each other on the stack of papers, and he makes an odd noise with his throat.

"Alright, class." His voice is rough and spent, it's almost as if a deep exhaustion was emitted through his words and the room. "I'll have to stop you all from going to do your... Whatever you ultimates do with your spare time. Today, we're going to be discussing something important."

"Can you tell us what the powerhouse of the cell is?" Zach spins a pen around his fingers, waving them in a repetitive wave motion. "I'm not sure we know what one is yet."

"Frickin' jerk," Light mutters through a snicker.

Mr. Gilroy ignores their comments. "I'll be providing you guys with a... Sort of a rundown with the dorms potentially being added as an extension to the Hope's Peak Academy campus."

My brows threaten to hide behind my bangs at the astoundment of the news. I know Candi, Charli, and I have talked about this before, but I thought it was nothing more than a mere rumor. Now that I was hearing it from a teacher directly, a sweep of excitement brushed over me and I straightened up in my chair.

As Mr. Gilroy's mouth moves, I veil the words supposedly forming and slip into my own head. If the dorms are truly how we thought they would've been, I'm making my room pink. The curtains draping the window above my smooth, white desk, the monitor that would've perfectly complimented the keyboard below it, and my bed set would be white with pink sheets and pillows, or a set decorated with flower designs. I rest my cheek against the heel of my hand.