Celeste's POV
I never had the slightest idea on why my body sometimes reacts negatively towards school by itself. I never hated school, just on a few people in it. If you want to ask, I suppose you don't need to anymore. The answer is very primeval. They bug me out and whatnot. If only the elderly and grown-ups in their middle age understand. Clear to me how those freaky stuff didn't exist back in the years of reigning positiveness.
The thing I said firstly is occurring to me again. My feeling isn't nice at all. I'm burdened, in a shorter sentence. In Mr. Norris' subject, we were told to make a movie project. In sudden misfortune, I have been grouped with these 'plastics' (you know who they are: Lia, Eileen, Anaisse, Renee). Other group-mates are Klein, Jeth, and Carrie. Not familiarized with their traits yet, hope they aren't mischievous like the 'plastics'.
Lunch time...
"Wow poor you. Don't let them harm ya." Mich reminded. I just told them an unacceptable thing, yes, who my group-mates are. Let's pray Mr. Norris doesn't carry an issue against me. "I know." I replied. "Yank that out, let's just eat." Lune commences with his meal cheerfully.
No Trix nor Trix and Marion in our table and I'm relieved.
A week later...
About time we begin our film. Accordingly, it was Renee who wrote the script, made me nervous deep inside. One of the 'plastics' is responsible for our script and I'm here awaiting for someone named Trouble. You could call me paranoid but I am truthfully having this hunch that I'll either be an extra or the member with the difficult role. They're the enemies, the scriptwriter is one of the minions. Me? A nemesis.
"Loose the worries gal, I got your back." As if my mindsets were read, Carrie, in her not-very-typical Aussie accent, spoke to me calmly with half-exposed joy.
"T-thanks." I said and feigned a small smile with my right shoulder blade patted by her.
"Um Celeste, Carrie. Be on the table, our roles are decided." Klein led us to the table in his house.
To my horror, I did get what I'd awaited for. It's these minions' fault if my grade isn't as high as my group-mates'. I'll be playing as an extra and worse, a ghost. Is it my nearly pale facade and grim facial expression or the deep hatred reeking in their possessed bodies?
On top of that, Jeth, who was able to review the script, told me of my skimpy scenes and lines.
After the shooting...
It surprised me, my twin's and Lee siblings' presence in the shop I'm in this hour.
"What are you guys doing here? Were you after me the entire day?" I questioned straight. Being monitored almost 24/7 like I'm a lost toddler crawling in every street.
"Um..."
Gaiea's POV
Busted by the stealthy twin of Lune's.
"...sort of?" Mich answered for us.
Celeste made a moderate nasal snarl that can give a whole class the chills.
"Nugu mamdaero?" Celeste using her lowest voice. I am studying and learning Korean but I still can't understand everything; I do know 'nugu', meaning 'who'.
"Ssa--" Lune cuts off himself knowing Celeste will add up to her sentence.
"Na nai heot meokeun geo anya?" Oh geez, the atmosphere is beginning to go tense.
"Aniyo. We're worried they might be giving you too much work. They're your bullies." Lune explained. Celeste slightly face-palmed.
"Chochijima. Naeseongjil geondeuriji ma." And she ditched us.
"Who thought of this anyway?" I asked the two pals.
"We did. Duh sis, we three suggested the same thing over the conference call."
"Oh...what then? She's head-burning--head-freezing." I confusingly said. The twins' short conflict made my jaw drop. Fifty percent because of the language, as if they're in a K-drama and the other half for witnessing them calm-but-fighting for the first time on my part.
"I'll talk to her later." Lune decided. Ever since I met her in person, including when I was still using her, I could right away feel her intimidation and she never failed with it.
Lune's POV
"Bye Lune." -Gaiea
"Wishing for peace." -Mich
We twins barely fought; a year later, it happened, today. I casually entered the house, where eomma is talking or rather debating with ssang and halmeoni I suppose in her room to prevent implication of herself. Celeste didn't feel my presence until I made way to the other couch.
"Y'all, why would you treat me like a five-year-old? I've learned already, I know what to do!" Celeste almost yelled at our faces, her brows meeting.
"Celeste, we know you were through many troubles but you might be getting distraught instead of getting over. Most of us were in that same victim lane too. We care so much. WE CARE." eomma emphasized the last sentence.
"Ah jinjjayo? Saneun ge wae ireolkkayo? Nareul manmanhage bojimayo! (Ah really? Why is my life like this? Don't think I am that easy!) I have a brain too, let me fix myself. I love you for caring but this is going too far. Baneullo kkokkkok jjireuneun geot gatseumnida. (It feels like a needle poking me.)" she lamented and sprinted upstairs.
Now, I'm feeling guilty. Never ever in my life that I'd been bullied, just ssang. Ever since, a few kept on telling her advice and watching her like a spycam. I am one of those.
Sorry ssang, I successionally failed you. We did. We cared too much, it made us closer to frantic. You're tough and it shows. Mianhaeyo (I am sorry.)
Unexpectedly, cluelessly, I felt water on my cheeks.
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Regret
Fantasy"Must get a good life or regret it." A caution from a tyrannized girl with a charmed twin brother and a physique of wintertide. (Regret September 19, 2015-November 19, 2018)
