chapter 3: witch y/n

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warning/s: cringy writing, grammar mistakes

note: ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS
BOLD ITALICS ARE YOUR MONOLOGUES

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Y/n's POV

Your shoes slid through the hallways, eventually entering the classroom. You opened the door. immediately hearing laughs coming from your classmates. You eyed your desk you're nearing, but before even reaching it, your leather-clad feet made contact with stapled papers. You stepped back a bit, curious as to what it was before hunching down and picking it up.

The papers were now in your hands. You stared at drawing that served as a 'cover'. It looked like a girl was walking forward with her backpack on her shoulders and her skirt swaying with the wind- wait a minute...

That girl looked a lot like you now that you realized. You had the same brand of bags and the similarity in hair cannot be mistaken. Your heart was getting heavy in your chest and your palms are starting to sweat. What is this comic about? There's only one way to find out. So without further ado, you proceeded to the next page.

The clouds were dark, and the winds blew strong, clear signs of rain. A girl with her hands around the straps of her bag entered the school grounds quietly, just like any school days. She just walked straight, not even giving way for the guy she just bumped into.

"Ugh!" He expressed, but the quiet girl still continued her way, looking like she doesn't give any focks. "Hey!" He called with his finger pointed at the back of the girl. "Didn't your parents teach you manners?" He did not hear a reply. Growing infuriated, he bounded towards her. He reached for her shoulders and wanted to knock some sense into her. "Hey, I'm talking to-"

He screamed.

His body was suddenly engulfed with electricity. It was so strong that the ground shook. It created these blue energy that sort of exploded. He was still spasming mixed with his crying that makes it all sound scary. With no words, she just lifted his hand off of her shoulders and made him kneel on the ground, still electrocuting him.

Mr. Damocles was in front of his students who are all in line. "Please put your arms forward."

The girl with the power of thunder jumped down onto the ground. Silently, she placed her hand on the last person's neck, creating this surge of blue electricity power through the line of people, shocking each and every one of the students. Mr. Damocles, however, was unnerved, holding onto his microphone tightly. "Hey, you kids! Don't misbehave unless I tell you to! Now--"

He was then overrun with volts. His hair was going to all directions as he slowly kneel down, revealing the same girl with her eyes white, holding the wire of the microphone. Lines of electricity surrounding her as she just stood there with a blank face.

The next panel showed the girl jumping in a swimming pool, conductively shocking people that were playing with the water. She slowly rise up and hopped off the pool. With her back facing the camera, she placed a blanket over her. Now in bold text, it showed. "Have a taste of my electric shock!"

The final panel was when she faced the camera, still wearing the blank look with the text "WITCH Y/N: GODDESS OF THUNDER."

You stared at the last page in horror. How could someone...

With wide eyes, you flipped back the papers and hurriedly get out of the classroom. With the papers on your hand, you have to go somewhere. Now your mind was full of thoughts. Ah shit, here we go again.

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