[A/N: The chapters from this point forward may be subjected to violence, more blood, abuse, potential trauma, (possible) gore, etc. You may feel repelled/disgusted, so please continue reading EIF at your own risk. You've been warned; and I really don't want to be held accountable in the future. ☆]
Early morning of yet another dreadful day. The blinding Sun, my two bickering friends and that fuzzy feeling at the back of my mind. Why do classes begin so early? Is it so wrong for me to wish morning classes be damned and cancelled?
Quick nap? No! I had to be seated into a crummy chair and open a damn textbook! So what happened when I dozed off? Nice teachers ignored me, but the ruthless ones were thorough in their punishment.
I mean, sadistic much?
They didn't know my mental instability. They had no idea what was going through my mind yesterday night. F**king a$$h**es!
You know, just because you don't know I was up all night doesn't give you the right to bully me! Yep, I almost said that. Almost.
I lied and rushed towards the library as soon as the bell rang. Mr. Gragg's class will forever be worth skipping. Besides, the best chance to evade Jo Lin's eyes is now... the only time when students flood the school corridors and cafeteria.
"Lets see... information about the tournament... T, t, t... no wait, shouldn't it be G-" I mumbled.
"Are you, by chance, referring to the Great Z Tournament?!" Brian popped up beside me.
"See! I told you not to approach her like that Brian."
Another voice behind him said. A little loud though.
"Shh, keep your voices down." I whispered.
Okay, this is freaky. First, Brian comes along, but I don't sense his presence. Now Alison also drops by and this body literally couldn't detect her either?!
Heck no, am I suffering sleep deprivation or something? Urgh, this headache is going to murder me today, if I don't find a pillow soon!
"We're sorry." They both replied in unison.
"Its alright, you're probably just excited for the tournament and couldn't hold your voice-"
"Not that." Alison cut me off.
Her expression seemed crumpled. Sad and full of remorse.
"I really don't have the time for this." I couldn't say that. The words got stuck in my throat.
"Umm... when we heard the rumours, we couldn't help you. Alison wanted to speak up against these accusations, but I stopped her. I didn't want her to be bullied and isolated by our class. We're... no, I'm sorry."
Brian's voice was very sincere. I could tell. He wasn't lying to me like he did to the Secretary back then.
I saw Alison tug his sleeve from behind, still fidgeting.
"You two must be really great friends, huh." I said with a bright smile.
"Oh gosh I can't think straight with this nauseous feeling at the pit of my stomach... please hurry up!" I screamed inside, but kept it bottled up. "I'm their senior... senior..." I kept reminding myself over and over, just in case.
Alison began to sob and within seconds, she slumped on the floor and cried, trying to hold her voice.
"I should have noticed... I'm so sorry......" she continued to say so, repeatedly.
It felt like I'd done something wrong to them. The more I stayed beside her, the more depressed she became so, I excused myself and continued to scour through the books in the shelves.
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Everyday, I Fight!
FantasyOn Earth, Grade was an orphan and a delinquent, until he was murdered... "If only I was normal... ordinary...... I don't want to be noticable. How I wish I had... another...... c-chance!" When he wakes up, all seems to be a dream until he realizes s...
