His Suicidal Girl [English Version/UNEDITED]

Chapter 2

HIS SUICIDAL GIRL

❝I met the guy with his smile when my pen started to phlebotomize, and my fate has begun writing a new story.❞

02 - Training Day (Part 1)

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•ZACHREY•

I was yawning while walking on the corridor in our building. Our classes starts at six am to three pm. The schedule, however, has its upside for me even though I look like a walking dead every morning at school.

The first advantage is, we will be going home early. Second, when there is an academic contest or school activity, our building is the very first thing that will be used. Meaning, we have no class.

But the disadvantage is we wake up so early in the morning. I am a Grade Ten student, Junior High School graduating. We have so much to do, adding up our greatest enemy─the research paper that can slaughter your brain cells and make you even dumber in other English words because you get tense. We only have a little amount of time to sleep, but that does not matter since I will be graduating from high school at any time.

"Jesus Christ! This shifting is really hard to deal with! We wake up so early in the morning and we have a lot to do!" I heard my classmate Zashrell complained.

"Be quiet, Zashrell! We're JHS students, at least, we're graduating!" said Jerry.

"Hey, Jerry, I'm not talking to you, 'okay? Yes, we're graduating but remember that we still have the research paper to conquer! To those students like me who sucks at other English terminologies, chugi-ems!"

Janelle, who was writing something on his notebook sighed and said, "Good riddance, Zashrell. You're so grumpy. Can't you at least get rid of that negative vibes of yours?"

"Exactly! Why can't we just imitate Zachrey? He's so jolly like he doesn't have any problems in life at all." I was surprised by what Jeschelle said.

"S-Seriously? It's just because we should live life to the fullest while we're still young." I scratched the back of my head since I was flattered by what she said deep inside.

Everyone in the class applauded.

"It's different when we win the number one slot, isn't it?" my friend Cj said that was agreed by everyone.

Cj is my seatmate. He wears eyeglasses but I am taller than him.

And more charming, of course.

"But, seriously, it's a good thing that I'm stupid and that my grades aren't really that high and I was placed here in the regular section," he claimed.

"No one is stupid, Cj. Everybody is smart in their way. Maybe they just don't show it to others because they are lazy or they just don't like it. We shouldn't belittle ourselves nor anyone." I just laughed when they all clapped again.

"You're cool, Boss!"

"It's so different being a writer!"

"Inspired by ESP!"

"Alright, ten billion points for being so good!"

"Hephephep! Wait up!" Cj came to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Of course, Zachrey is so cool. This is my friend! He inherited it from his best friend. For sure, he'll win the press conference."

He uttered a slight yelp when I kicked his leg, but not too hard.

"Quiet, Cj. Stop bluffing. Win or lose in presscon, I accept that." I took the excuse letter and gave it to him. "Put that on the table, please, for our teachers to see."