[DISCONTINUED] Strive | Bleach

Chapter Thirty-One: Irritating Discoveries.

Chapter Thirty-One: Irritating Discoveries.

Message from LAST MONTH when I meant to update:

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Say ‘‘your stories suck’’, even that’d make me happy, you know?

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                I’m sorry for not updating. If you are familiar with my other works, you’d see that I’ve been trying to update them, so I could catch up here with Strive. It’s not working out so well. Because I started this well before I had Wattpad, I completed 15 chapters when I signed up.

Anyways, here’s the new chapter. It’s small and stupid, just to give y’all a fix. :P

Ichigo’s POV~

“Now, then; I think it’s important that everyone fully understands this question before you attempt to answer it. This question points to the fact that two just-opposing factors—“

When was there time when someone could’ve switched places with one of us? Damn, how am I supposed to figure out who the impostor is?

I looked to the front of the room.

Is it Uryū?

I glanced over my shoulder.

Orihime?

I stared off to my right.

What about Chad?

“Hey.” I cringed in my seat, pulling my hand away from my chin. “That copycat guy is pretty good at becoming someone else, isn’t he?” I blinked at Renji’s sudden appearance in my classroom.

“W…what are you doing in here? Are you crazy?”

“No,” he answered with a grin. “I’m just bored. You’re the crazy one.” I glared at him.

“Get out or you’re gonna blow it!”

“Relax,” he said, still smiling like an idiot. “Don’t be so uptight.” Pushing me out of the way, he opened up the book on my desk. “Oh, so this is what a textbook looks like…” I pushed him back.

“Will you get the hell out of here? And why do you always have to get so close to me and breathe all over me with your disgusting breath?!” He slapped my hand away from his shoulder and stood up.

“You’re a nutcase!” he shouted, and the attention that was previously on the teacher was now on him. “I just looked at your book and you go totally ballistic!”