TOMORROW 100% MEANS A WEEK!!!!

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SEEEEEEEE????? I 100% UPDATED 'TOMORROW', IT CLEARLY HAS BEEN 1 WEEK!!!! TOMORROW MEANS 1 WEEK!!!!!

Ok but like, on a serious note I am sooooo very sorry! I wanted to update the next day but things came up and I didn't have time! I am sooooo sorry! Please forgive me! As a sorry, this chapter is longer than normal!

Enjoy!

Recap:

"But wait.... wasn't Nagisa awake when we entered? Shouldn't she have seen them?"
But it seems fate choose otherwise


Nagisa's POV


F*CK! I DIDN'T THINK OF THIS!!! I SHOULD HAVE FAKEN BEING ASLEEP LIKE THE OTHER TWO!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


(Prepare for a mental breakdown, I dare someone to try and read this and comment what it says!)


what should say?ifiliekaedeandyukikomighttellmeoff,butifidontliethenmymissionwillbecancelled.wait,kaedeisanactor,soifiactbutmakemyeyesseembelievablethenshemightthinkiamforcedtobeanassassinandthatididntwanttodothis!!!yesthismightworkbutwhatcouldipossiblysaysoshethinksthat?thereisnothingthataffectedmetha-


......What if I describe HER? I-it might work......


"I t-think I saw them... But she looked like she was our age! How is she an assassin by
will?" I asked, seeing as to put doubt in mostly Kaede and Yukiko's
judgment, hoping to make them think I'm not doing this by will, maybe it
will work


Koro-sensei answered
with a lie though, well what he thinks is the truth but is actually a
lie "All the subjects in the lab that were younger than 18 weren't here
by will, most of them had to do it"


All eyes shifted back to me as I started to tremble a bit, I mean, I had to keep up the act right? I would be screwed if I didn't, also all my effort would be a
waste. So I did what any normal human being would in this situation.


"Sh-she had mid-middle
length h-hair and pie-piercing red eyes" I described while tearing up
and shaking a bit more, to make it seem more believable


"She a-also wore a
w-white dress and I-I think she h-had fr-freckles on her ch-cheeks" I
started trembling badly and turned around to have my face in Karma's
chest


The class was quiet,
well other than the very light sound of sniffles, I know for a fact that
Aunty knows who I just described, and probably knows why I did. She might confront me later about it.








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