Hidden Past

Chapter 1

Ok so my best friend was reading this story and I paused it at this one scene and she started yelling at me to put it on Wattpad. So it's my first time writing a story so please tell me how it is and I'll try my best on making it good (:

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     "Please!" Arashi shouted "I don't want you to go!". My hands and shirt were covered in blood, "I have to stay. If I go. I'm just gonna get you in more danger. Or even killed" I explained

"I don't care! You promised you wouldn't leave! And I did too!" Arashi's voice cracked. I loved it when his voice cracked, it was always embarrassing for him but I still picked on him.

A tear ran down my face and I heard a distant shot. Arashi. Arashi. No. NO ! ARASHI ! "ARASHIIIIII !!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I hit my head on my bed frame.

"Owowowow" "Again." I got out of bed and ran to the bathroom to see what damage the frame did to me again this time.

Yeah, I do mean again. I've had the same dream for almost 2 years. It started out as just a normal strange dream that you would forget you even dreamt about. Then it happened every 2 days a week. To every 5 days. To every single morning of the day of every month. No one knows about the dream but me, Hisoka.

The thing is, I don't even know anyone or have a friend with the name of Arashi.

*ding dong, ding dong* the school bell rang. I'm already seated at my desk and everyone else is set to go, sitting in their seat, and with the knowledge they need to pass the math test.

Math is one of my best subjects, well that doesn't matter. But I felt like telling someone that. Anyway, I'm not the only one who is smart minded towards math and neither are the people who are completely clueless when it comes to a group of numbers.

"Hisoka Morishita." Mr. Goto called.   "Present" I blankly assured. I may be good at math but it truly is boring here at school, I don't get how some kids think school is fun or amazing or filled of surprising things. We do the same thing every year.

"Arashi Ishikawa" Mr. Goto called out. "Arashi Ishikawa?" Mr. Goto called once more. Wait. Arashi ? Did I hear that correctly ? "Arashi Ishikawa." Mr. Goto muttered. No way. "Arashi! Wake up!"Mr. Goto had shouted madly. 

*SLAP*

"I heard you the first damn time !!" a voice on the side of me screamed at Mr. Goto

"Then you should've stopped taking a nap the day of a test and answer when your name is called. And don't you go yelling at me, I'm your teacher!" Mr. Goto was furious

"Don't tell me what to do Gramps!" I turned my head slowly to my left. Then stopped at the sight of a tall, black haired boy, that didnt button up his uniform shirt revealing his white one. He had his hands slapped down flat on his desk. That must've hurt.

"That's it. You have cleaning duty with Hisoka after school today. No more discussion. You may now start your test" Mr. Goto ended the argument

"What ?!? Argh!" Arashi had grunted.

What the hell is his problem ? I didn't even know there was an Arashi is this class and I've been dreaming about one for 2 years ! I've been searching for this "Arashi" guy for a year and a half and this is what I get as a result ? Something is wrong with this world. In fact, everything is wrong with this world. Mainly the food !!

*ding dong, ding dong* "Put your pencils down and pass your tests forward" Mr. Goto demanded. "Arghhhhhhhh" I let out while stretching. "The test wasn't that bad" "What ? It was hard." Two boys were talking behind me