Class of Elite

Class Of Elite: Biyanna's Dilemma

Chapter 1:

Biyanna snuggled in her seat, stricken with indecisiveness. If only she could curse her dilemma away. However small, the problem stared into her face almost tauntingly. What should she feel about the anime character Norman from Promised Neverland? She had always looked up to him; she considered him as her idol even to death. He was a bright boy as smart as a sorcerer and just as kind. She even madly 'shipped' him with the rambunctious female protagonist, Emma. With the recent chapters, however, he seemed to be straying further away from the righteous path. Should she continue to support him- support them- or hate him for what he's bound to do?

"Biyanna, are you okay?" Aphia's voice rang in her left lobe, momentarily halting her overactive brain.

Sweet, kind, smart Aphia. She was a little tomboy-ish, but Biyanna adored her all the more for that. She had always considered Aphia as an idol. Who wouldn't? She was pretty too, like really really pretty; the type of beauty that would make her blush. Not to mention, she was popular, even with the boys. Almost everybody liked her. In truth, Biyanna couldn't think of even one person whom would bear a single speck of hatred for the sweet girl.

Biyanna couldn't even hear half of the ruckus in class over her screaming mind, panic overriding all of her senses- almost literally. She looked up to see Aphia's unamused face, alongside a rather curious quirk of a brow. When Biyanna continued to elapse in silence, an uncomfortable one now that her attention was fixated on Aphia's face, Aphia continued with a hesitant query, "Why do you look like a zombie?" Delia snorted, pulling her headphones back and snapping her head up to meet Aphia in a flurry. The smartphone in her hand, a smooth black-coated device with a plastic cover blinked at her face, cast a soft glow onto her face, enhancing her features as a smirk crept up her lips, "Cause she's dead. I killed her." Aphia grinned. "Idiot," Biyanna muttered aloud in the sleeve of her oversized hoodie. She blinked teary-eyed, the screen staring at her in mockery. It seemed to whisper profanities in her ear with a cruel smile and a delighted purr.

"Ahhh come-onn Biyanna, cheer up," Aphia slapped her back, with a force she couldn't reckon with. What an innocent smile for such a painful tap. "What's the matter?"

" I bet it's because she can't find a date to prom," Delia's laugh matched Satan. Delia looked Chinese, could speak Chinese, and even has the infamous Asian eyes. She was white as snow, a lighter shade than Zen. Her hair ran short below her ears, and curled just a little around the edges. Delia was, and would always be, her best friend or she would rather prefer, partner in-crime. She was an oddball, like Biyanna herself, and was proud to be not-your-typical girl. Often she was cute, but also emotionally strong and artistic, which made them very close. She loved spending her time daydreaming as the music thrummed in her ears or sketching, usually both. Her temper could be short at times, and her voice reached miles away, but she could never hold a grudge for too long, and was forgiving even when she didn't realize it. She might be as tough to crack like a wall made of titanium, but she was soft on the inside despite her tough and boyish act.

Biyanna zipped up the hoodie, tucking her arms in the pocket of her jeans. Tight tight tight jeans that showed off too much that she hated absolutely. She hated with a seething passion. At the moment, she thought the burning hate for the object before her exceeded the stupid pants. "Nuhhh" Biyanna groaned.

Aphia peeked at the laptop, a black Dell model with scratches and splotches of...whatever it is... A photo of a young man grinning up evilly and the woman beneath him. A hideous expression graced his charming features, lips twisted in deception framed with almost perfect white hair while the girl with spiky ginger hair under him quivered with fear. "What anime is this?" Aphia asked almost on instinct, not that she particularly cared, but it did seem quite interesting. "The Promised Neverland" she groaned into the table, again. Suddenly, Biyanna jolted upright, all sweat and dirt and grime and an image that screamed panic.