Aspiring Fires

Prologue

Junko Enoshima was bored.

Not like this didn't happen often, because it definitely did. The problem was what she did because she was bored.

She was sitting on a worn-out wooden desk, tapping her red acrylic nails against the surface. To the average student, it would seem that their new classmate Junko was simply spacing out, like half of the other students in the room. If they had bothered to look a bit closer, they would find her usually intense, bright blue eyes to be glazed over, and her model-like body as stiff as a board.

It was all necessary for her to come up with a plan, of course. A plan brilliant and despair-inducing enough to relieve her of the dreadful boredom that plagued her everyday life.

And in the few minutes that she spent plotting, she had three-fourths of it complete. She knew exactly what she had to do, when to do it, and how to do it. But there was one missing factor.

"Aaaah! I'm so sorry! Please please please forgive me for being late!" A shrill voice sounded out. It came to her in a flash, and her glassy eyes snapped into focus - right onto the girl who had just stumbled into the classroom. She was a scrawny looking thing, with dark purple hair knotted and clumped in various areas. The pathetic target was always the victim of unrelentless teasing. It had become apparent in the four days Junko had attended Kamukura High School, that no one ever really talked to the girl. Always left out of conversations, and even bullied in the more severe scenarios.

The blonde girl grinned maliciously as the plan reached 100% complete in her mind. Her boredom would soon come to an end, and the plan would soon start it's beginning.