I've Become a Villain in an Otome Game (DROPPED)

Not this Time, Truck Sama!

The sun is high in the sky, looming over me as if it was a spotlight. My hair is long, curly and a bit messy, but it surprisingly doesn't look too bad with its ebony black color. People calling someone's name in front of me, I wonder who........ suddenly I hear a clock's chime from behind me, and as soon as I turned around to the sound, the ground ripped open, with me helplessly falling to my death.

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Diinnng....

Dooooonggggg.....

Diinnnngg...

DONNNGGG.......

"Wahh?!" I suddenly wake up and quickly grab a pencil and a highlighter, flinging it around in the air looking for the enemies that invaded my slumber. When I realized what I was doing, I slowly put my pencil and the highlighter down, embarrassed and thankful nobody was around to see my display. "Ahhhh.... how embarrassing.... I should probably go home now..." I say as I *plop* my head on the table. "Hmm... now that I think about it.......there's no need to go home... nobodies waiting for me...." I say as I look at the blackboard. There were a lot of marks, some of the hearts, signatures, pictures, sayings, and.... worst of all... MATH!

                                *I don't own it and pretend it doesn't just say Nagase Iori lol*

 I remember looking it up one day that MATH is actually an acronym (to people like me) for Mental Abuse To Humans...... though back to the topic. "I should probably erase it....  someone in my class will probably blame me if I don't." As I start humming and cleaning the blackboard, I froze when I heard talking outside of the classroom. 

                                                                      *Not mine unfortunately*

" Alright, have you secured the area of the top roof? " "Yes sir, the bombs from 1st and second floors have also been placed." Good work, all we need to do is check this floor and we're done. "You sure this is necessary boss? All the kids should've gone back home by now, and we've detained the staff, what makes you think there's anyone here?" ".......Just a hunch."

 I was paralyzed in terror from what I'd just heard. Bombs?! Detained staff?! Were they, terrorists?! They must be, they just had to be! Wait.... did they say they were checking the 3rd floor? As in... the floor I'm on?! Are you kidding me?! For once in my life, I am grateful for having classes on the third floor..... I would've been caught already! "I have to grab my stuff quickly so they don't know I'm here; perhaps hide under the desk while I'm at it..." I mutter quietly as I quickly grab my stuff and stealthily run for the teacher's desk. As I kneel down under the table... I hear the door slide open. 

My heart was beating fast, my eyes were wide open. I could hear his footsteps enter as my body shook with fear. Just above me... I hear a *clunk* above my head. Wanting to know what it was, I slowly crept out from the table and looked out. The man was turned around..... talking on the radio. "All clear boss, no ones up there. where should I plant this bomb?" I hear as I slowly look to see what made the *clunk* sound. 

To my shock, a bomb was right there, with a switch right next to it. Just as I was about jump back... the guy turns around. "He sees me he sees me he sees me!" I think as he shouts, "Hey! Stop right now and you don't get hurt!" As I quickly think about how to escape, I hold the switch and bomb with both of my hands. "I-I should say the s-same to y-you!" I stutter, my hands trembling from the weight of the bomb. " I a-assume that this switch a-activates the bomb.... so you better w-watch out or we both die h-here!" I squeal as I slowly came closer to him. 

"......You wouldn't... you don't even know for certain if that's the case, brat." He said in a mocking tone. That really pushed my buttons. "B-brat?! Uhg!!! How dare you!!! You know what... if that's how you want it then fine by me!" I push the button on the switch and instantly regret what I'd done. I drop the bomb and the switch as fear took me over. Suddenly, I hear the man's mocking tone turn into fear.

 "Y-you actually did it?! I was a fool to believe you weren't bluffing!" He quickly runs to the window, as he's about the jump. Ok now I feel like stabbing him. Seconds ago saying I was a brat and now he's suddenly a scaredy cat (no offense to cats/cat lovers). That really ticks me off. "WHAT THE *BEEEP*?! YOU SMACK TALK ME THEN RUN AWAY LIKE A *BEEEEEEEEEEEP*? If I die your dying along with me!!! FITE ME!!!" I shout as I run towards him and pull him closer to the bomb with all my might. 

                                                                  *Not owner of the picture* 

That, my folks, is how I died. No cliche TRUCK SAMA death, no ridiculous death like choking on my cookie, nope. I died exploding myself into a brilliant ball of flame........ yup.

(Author's Note: I see a lot of Author's do this when they have something to say? I think? Anyhow yea so ummmm I don't update chapters often... so if you like my story then I'm sorry. *bows* This is also my first story I've created and yea. So much mystery and editing!!!!!!! :D)