The Last Night

Partners

Chapter Two

"The last night I felt real, was before I felt the need to wear a mask."

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"That girl..." I said. Why did she have a bruise on her face? She walked away... From me... No one walks away from me! Something's suspicious about that girl.

Ah, I know! I'll just follow her. I know this seems really stalkerish, but it's not like I have another choice. Where else am I gonna find her?

She's walking through the hallways

She's hesitating to go into her classroom.

She's holding her bruised cheek. Wait, what? I feel kind of bad for calling her an idiot now.

Well anyways, she walks into the classroom and closes the door.

I look to see which class she's in. 1A...

1A... wait. That's my class!

Hold up.

She's in my class?! How come I've never noticed her? who is she?

I take out my list of all the girls in my class. I look through it and skim through all the names with checkmarks by them. The checkmarks mean I have already dated them. Dating is sort of like a game for me. Almost all the girls in my class have asked me for a date. I gave them a chance but got tired of them so I dumped them. All the names on my list have checkmarks but one, Ame Hoshina... Could this Ame be that girl with the bruise? She must be since I don't know her.

Why haven't I noticed her before?

I walked into class and went to my seat. My seat is in the back row, one seat away from the window corner. No one pays attention to me because it's normal for the class president to be late. They all suppose I'm walking around to make sure everyone is in class.

Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Brown, talks way too much. Like seriously, he could just straight up teach the lesson without adding all his unnecessary comments. I would say something, but I can't in order to keep my mask together. My mask makes it look like I'm always happy and smiling and pleasing the adults. If I didn't wear one, I would be a delinquent right now.

I wear a mask so people don't know how I truly am. This mask keeps me from being myself. I would naturally be a delinquent. Getting into fights, bullying others, having teachers hate me, being feared, I would've done most of these anyways.

The way I act is almost the complete opposite of my real self. I don't get into fights. I don't bully others, even though I rather would do that. I would find the terrified expressions on their faces humorous and amusing. The teachers don't hate me. In fact, they love me. They think I'm that one student who follows all the rules, is kind to all students, respectful to teachers, when I actually hate them all. Seriously, teachers talk way too much than their supposed to.

I just 'play the part' of the good student with amazing grades. By the way, there are different ranks for each grade. The class you're in depends on your grade on the placement test. I, of course, am the top student of the ninth grade. That's why I'm in Class 1A.

A class is for the smart people that get at least a 95%. People who get a 90-94% are in Class B. Students in Class C got an 80-89% on their test. Class D students have a 70-79% and anyone who gets below a 70% is in Class F. I pity those in F class.

The number before your letter just represents which year you are of high school. Since I'm a freshman, obviously I have a 1 next to my A.

The reason I act like a good student: I hate being bothered by adults that don't even care. You're probably thinking why I think they don't care. I don't think so, I know so.