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> I hear birds faintly chirping, just outside of my room.
That distinct fog of waking up enveloped me as I finally came to. How long had I been out? It doesn't matter. All that mattered was to get out of the blankets, while the grogginess tried drowning me in my blanket. It's a good thing I'd always stood proud, as a man of discipline, commitment, sheer fucking will.. of , uh, well.
FUarkkkk. And didn't I have only Social Studies today? It had to have been by God's sparing mercy that the class was in 6th period; I had a quick opportunity to dash across the streets and make it in time. But not before I grabbed a bit of leftovers by the kitchen, and my keys which I forgot in my other bag yesterday, and I need my earbuds with me at all times; By the time I was headed out the door, the time rang 12:55. No biggie, though: once we were past the first few blocks lined with cars reflecting the blinding sun, the scenery opened up to the cusp of the school field waiting for me, green grass swaying in the day's light breeze. My spirits were reborn as I made it through the main hall, past the office (now empty spare for a few of the regular ladies), and into my class where all but a few seats had been filled.
With a settling of dust and a brief frown, the teacher turned her attention from my flustered visage and began to write on the board.
>"Alright students, welcome to the first day of Remedial Social Studies 11. Now if you would all please stand up one by one, and I'll call on you speds- ahem, seperate. Seperately, we'll be doing introductions one at a time please."
>"First, Grippster McBatukam please. who on earth names their kid that shit?" as a greasy ass haired, NT looking nerd stood up from his chair.
>"Alright Grippy now tell the class what grade you're in, and your favorite hobby."
>"Hi Guys!!11!1! My name is Gripmaxing and I love Boku no Pico and browsing Tiktok, I'm in 10th grade so I'm actually in a class one year aheadI hope we can all be very good friends watashi wa dess " while saying that shit, he had this grin where he stuck his tongue out which creeped me the fuck out. Instant avoid.
After a few seconds of silence he sat back down, but I guess he ended up fine. A couple kids who were in the row behind him tapped on his shoulder and they started whispering as the rollcall went on and on, and my outdoors mood quickly waned.
When it came my turn, I got up slowly cuz I didn't want to look like a sperg, but when I took a gaze around the class my heart sank and I twiddled my thumbs in my pockets for a bit before starting up.
>"My name is Sunny and I'm in grade 12, I like to listen to. . . a lot, of music.. I like rock and country."
Holy OVER. The animosity I felt on my ass was legit 100x the concentration of whatever the class was looking at Grippy with. You don't even know how hard I sat back in my damn chair.
I forced myself to survive the cringe overdose as a few other niggas went for their turns.
>"My name is Bento Box"
>"My name is Trentier, this whole class is stupid."
>"My name is Gert, full name is Grunwalde, yo we all chilling in ts class right folk? Noone catch my vibe??? .... haha, that's okay guys, I get nervous in the morning too"
>"My name is Kevin, and BOY do i love gacha"
I couldn't keep track of every new face but it was done eventually, something like 12 minutes later. Oh, the teacher came into the classroom? I hadn't even noticed her leaving. She held a cigarette butt in her left hand as the right picked up the chalk again and kept writing some more shit.
>"Alright class. You should have already seen and finished the precourse notes I sent to your emails, so we're just going to start exercises. We don't have much time to finish it all, folks, let's get a strong start today. Flip to page one-thirteen in the textbook, and after you're done reading, complete exercise two-hundred ten, two-hundred eleven, twelve, then two-thirty four, five, wah, wah, wah wah wah..."
I had to shake myself up a bit. Can't believe I was already starting to fall asleep. Must have been the bacon grease. I picked up my pen and shook the dirts out of my crusty ahh notebook, but at the EXACT second I brought ink to paper I got a sudden tap on my shoulder. It was delicate, but I spun around like a frenzied goose only to find myself facing a chick with a pixie cut.
>"Excuse me, are you Sunny?"
>"Yeah thats me what do you want" generations of selecting genes just for me to panic at shit like this. fucking niggerrrrrrrrr
>"I said, you are in Grade 12, right? I'm only in Grade 11, and I'm not very familiar with this class topic. Sorry. Could you help me do these questions?"
Oops.
>"Yeah, I am. Uh.. I'm not sure I can help you though. You know this class is at your grade, right? I got held back a year for Socials, so like-"
>"Oh, I see. But, what is 'held back' mean? Sorry, English is not my first language."
>". .
It means .. uh ...... I was.. selected.
To. Uh. Help the teacher, because I did extra good."
>"I see, wow. That means you can easily help me, right?"
>"Uh, yeah. When do you want me to, to help?"
>"Now."
>BRRRRRRRRINGGGG!
Her expression as the bell sounded, was a bit hard to decipher. It looked like a frown keeping a smile hostage. My face on the other hand was very transparent in wanting to kill myself over my sperghood. But just because I fumbled possesion doesn't mean I need to let them score.
>"It's okay, we also have a class tomorrow. I will meet you to help then."
I couldn't tell if she even heard me or not. Her face was scrutinizing the contents of her book bag while her hands tenderly packed in its contents. Fuck the ball. I went to do the same.
I mean, I was about to leave. I swear. I was not chasing her, or thinking about her face at all, or the way she looked at me. I just happened to hear an odd sound, coming from the twist around the left hallway...
It sounded a lot like impact hits, and some girlish laughing.
As I turned the corner..
>"You fucking brat. Oh my god. "scoff "What kind of shit are you trying to pull?? Don't act like we didn't see you talking to Ms. Mori, asking for 'extra resources' like a dumb fucking pig. Jeez you're one nerd. Not to mention that loser you tried to steal notes from at the e..
Who the FUCK are you!!?"
It was then I realized standing still != being invisible. Even if these bitches seemed to have peanut brains. I couldn't bring myself to utter a word, however: I was still taking in the scene before me. The short-hair girl was sprawled over, her bag contents completely spilled. The main culprit was this redhead bitch (I think named Ashocka? Ash-ley??) with a few inches of height on the shorthair girl, and a smaller purse clutched that I guess was the weapon I heard earlier. This sinister ah villain also had two fat toadies who I didn't even notice in the class, her henchmen. Or, women, lol.
>"No, what the fuck are you guys doing?"
>"Freak, stay out of it. You don't know who I am, do you? If you say anything about this to anyone, the things I will- "
Jesus! She suddenly screamed loud as fuck and started hopping up and down.
I was slightly aware that Ash had started advancing towards me, but now I saw she was stumbling onto a wall for support as some blood or something trickled down her calf. My glance jumped to a shiny blade that the other girl, had actually brandished in her fucking hand! I don't know when that cut happened, but it was way too fast.
I didn't even have time to think further, before I saw Blue-Hair get off the ground, and lunge at one of the fat girls, both of who were also in shock. With a nimble flourish, she handled her by the neck, grabbing both the collar and the toad's fat rolls drooping from her doublechin, and threw her against one of the lockers. Just as quickly, she turned back to the other one and used her blade hand to slit a gash on her arm. This shit was instantly gushing a pool of blood. The toad #2 was absolutely SHRIEKING, and slipped backwards as the girl now started thrusting the shiv into that bitch like a combo move, using her arm's full torque to cut deep into the pig's lapeled uniform as all three bitches kept yelling their heads off. Blue-hair was suddenly tackled by the first fat girl, who had now regained composure and took her in a full piledrive with both thudding on the now blood-soaked tiles. The fattie lied ontop of her as their stubby hands made wobbles here and wobbles there in little shifts of weight to try and snatch the blade, but she was too quick and evaded these attempts easily before headbutting her and quickly shifting the slack weight to the side. In this window, the girl turned her gaze onto me. Fuck. I wanted to piss my pants. But she strided past me, and yanked something from behind my line of sight to bring near the two collapsed girls.
Quietly slipping the blade in her pocket, with both hands free she began to assemble a stack of books from the inventory spilled on the ground. Within a few seconds she had amassed a multi-textbook platform wider than tall, and elevated a third of a meter off the ground. She then grasped the slumped over girl by her uniform, dragging her over so that her head hovered on top of the stack. Dropping her, she grabbed the face by sticking a couple fingers into the upper palate and using the jaw as a grip. She gingerly placed this mouth open onto the books so that the jaw could be seen trying to close onto the stack at a moderately acute opening. By then, I had already gained some inkling of what her plan was, but I kept watching. I couldn't look away.
Taking a few steps back, the blue-haired girl freed her hands again and circled around in a few contemplative spins, before stopping with her feet by the girl's torso; her posture immediately became poised, and in the blink of an eye, she leaped up. With a slow hop, both feet were lifted off the ground, and soared in a short arc motion, before landing on the back of the girl's head, where immediately a wet splat and cracking noise ripped through the hall. As the feet hit her head, the girl's skull saw a sudden sink into the books, and when the feet were lifted off the site of impact, stayed displaced, the shape having been not noticly disfigured.
It didn't stop there. Like a trained program, the girl stepped back into her original position and once again poised herself to dive, like a Gold Medalist ready to burst into the second heat. There was no hint of remorse, or of an eager will to inflict such force, but of the machine. Another huge leap, and the feet slammed the head once more down, this time causing a very distinct crack to ring out, and a few teeth to clatter onto tile, perturbing the silence further. She kept going, leap after leap, and by the time she stopped, my own eyes were not even processing the images being shown to them, but staring ahead while my mind was lost, staring away. The image was putrid. Not only had many fragments of teeth spread around the splash zone, but regions of the skull had been torn to reveal divisions through bone, and a slight stream of matter was dripping onto the tiles directly below, while from my perspective I could only clearly see the beginnings of the tearing through the sutures.
And then she looked at me.
Her gaze was unmistably bearing a hole through my being. The other 2 girls had somehow escaped in the mess. I had no thoughts, no action, or anything. I looked back at her. And I felt something unavoidable.
I felt the mark of a beast, of two reptilian, alien eyes behind the girl's two red, unblinking irises. I smelt my own submission: the scent choking my throat was that of cold, hard steel, painted in a petrichor elusive to anywhere but nightfall, and this chokehold brought my soul to its knees. I could do nothing but bear sight to acknowledge the source of the power, that controlled every fiber of my pathetic vessel, of the power I could not understand.
All I knew was...
nothing would ever be the same.
...
What is that noise?
Hello?
>I hear -
No.
With a jolt I leapt from my bed.
No sweat down my back.
My heart as paced as ever. Clothing unstained.
What just happened?
Like and sub for part two where gripmaxxing and zzebra gets it
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