On the darkest corner of the steepest hill sat a lone building, To be specific it was a school of sorts, This 'school' had only one classroom, Class 3-E.
They called this the end class, It was meant to be a scare tactic for students. The head principle had come up with this as a 'motivation' for students to do better and not fall behind or fail, That doesn't always work so sometimes it has to be enforced, Right? That's were class 3-E comes in, And me.
How would one describe class 3-E, Perhaps 'hell hole' or maybe 'a dump', Even so this 'hell hole' holds the most secrets that cannot ever be uncovered. Shall we start?
Your Point of view.
"Ah, Y/n. Come here for a second." The caller smirked as I turned around, I smiled, "You called?", He beckoned me closer, Intrigued I decided to step forward a bit. "Yes?" I purred out, He flinched slightly but stood tall still, "Where's my homework?" I smirked, "Hah? you were serious?" He coughed, My smile held on but slowly filled with malice, "Ah, You're pissing me off." He stepped back a bit, "Y-yeah, Haha It was a joke, Got you!" He awkwardly smiled and backed away, He turned around and ran the other way.
I walked off the opposite way with a smirk painted on my face
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The Unforeseen .
FanfictionJust for a friend (A little project) He lurks in the shadows, He's unpredictable, He's also the best student that gets sent down to class 3-E, The worst of the worst. How will this pan out? I WROTE THIS AWHILE AGO. IT WAS A DRAFT AND IT...