Crimson!

Part 3

Part III — "How am I still here, doing this?! 'Dame...'"

I think that Grit wanted to end me... or something like that.

Luckily for me, my next course was Herbology, which was held in a greenhouse (ground level, outside), at the completely opposite side of the massive school building.

Herbology went on the same fashion: the sophisticated and R-rated people smoking crack and making out with each other right here inside the greenhouse and bantering in an R-rated fashion with numerous swear words, the passive and mentally-weak people trying not to get eyed by the R-rated, some other people, and a very frustrated professor.

After herbology was lunch break, which was over an hour long. I had an eerie and ominous feeling that Grit might've started to hunt down the entire building. Feeling shaken to the bone, I decided to skip lunch and just head over to a nearby party-room in the building. There it would be harder for Grit to spot me. But I had to go through the cafeteria first...

When I arrived at the cafeteria, Grit was there, her head now at normal size and colour! Grit charged at me — though it seemed like she weighed 300 pounds, she was faster than me, and before I knew it, I was sandwiched to the ground with Grit on top.

Grit pulled me up and screamed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" Grit seemed content and agitated at the same time.

"Uh—"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" repeated Grit.

"I come here every day—"

"YOU LITTLE PIG! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! YOU'RE TOO STUPID!"

Never had I, Harold Has XI, been called a pig...

"Wh—why can't I come—?—"

"YOU DARE QUESTION ME, YOU DARE QUESTION ME?!!? YOU DARE QUESTION ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then, Grit's eyes started to spin, and Grit's head started to wane, and turn blue. A few seconds later, Grit's head looked like an oversized, dried blueberry. Grit's legs suddenly seemed weird-looking, and before we knew it, Grit immediately crashed onto a nearby table with a thundering *tHuD!* The people who were at the table shrieked and dashed away like banshees.

Then, unfortunately for me, Fwanks and Sih — this guy who always loathes me for no reason — came along.

"What did you do this time, Has?" Fwanks shook her head in mock disappointment. Sih exposed a malignant smile.

"But—"

"Yuhn-YUHNNNNNNNNNN!" interrupted Sih.

"Damn right, Sih! Yuhn-yuhnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Fwanks puts up a mocking expression.

" 'S right! You are problem, nicca! Yuhn-YUHNNN!" Sih had this habit of making random noises whenever he didn't know what to say.

" :( " was all I could say. Then, I remembered something really bad that happened to me a few years back, back when Sih could come and torment me whenever he could, and that involved these two. (Not to mention this rumour Sih had done to completely undermine me.) I almost died one night because of that; it was a long story.

Some other people started to come here and chime in, and I guess this wasn't that odd. I mean, I really did stand next to someone in a coma who was perched on a messy cafeteria table. And what was more... Erbourne came.