{Nightmare}

The students moved about the classroom in hurried motions. The chairs squeaked as the tables and floors echoed and groaned. They paced and stood in place chatting among themselves. Comparing outfits and jewelry, makeup and other accessories. "Does my hair look nice?" I heard one girl ask what I now suppose is her boyfriend. "You look awesome, dude! Hey, did you get a new hair cut?" So, on and so forth...(Sigh) The chatter just keeps getting louder and louder. Honestly, I have a headache... They are, simply put, annoying. Even more so this day, of all days, is a nightmare.

I sincerely apologize. My name is Hikari Kuronoko, and in case you haven't caught on yet, it's picture day. My least favorite and most hated day of the year. "Why?" you may ask. Well that's simple really. It takes too much time and energy. These idiots get so worked up over the most moronic things. They go get all dolled up just to take a school photo. Something they'll look back on and remember all the things they'll eventually regret ever doing. In layman's terms, "I hate everything about this day".

I know this is going to sound a bit cliched, but I'm currently sitting in the back of the class next to the window. I'm listening to my music (headphones are in of course). I don't necessarily hate people. I simply dislike them...... With a passion... Anyway, I guess some of these swine decided to take notice of my presence, because one of them snatched my ear bud out of my ear. I groaned a bit in annoyance. 'This won't end well.' I sigh internally. 'Great! Just what I needed. Another fight this year.'

Oh yeah, I might have forgotten to mention another reason I hate picture day. What I hate most of all about picture day; is the fact that every year, without fail, someone picks a fight with me. No. No. Let me rephrase that. They try to flirt with me and I bash their skulls in.

"Hey babe," He begins with an awful attempt at flirting. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell out of heaven?" 'Did he really decide to use a pickup line as stupid as that one? Well two can play at this. He doesn't seem hostile so...Maybe I can get him to leave without fighting.' "No," I start ", but I did scrape my knee climbing out of hell." I replied coolly. And that was all I needed to say to get him to leave me the hell alone. He turned and walked away, returning to his seat. I heard his one of his mate's yell at him the moment he sat down. "Damn! Rejected!" I felt a little bad. I just humiliated him after all. "Again!? That's the third time this month! And it's the same girl too, huh?" Ok I'll admit I felt the guilt settle in just a bit. 'So, it's his third time approaching me this month, huh? Poor kid. I've never noticed. Then again, most people know how I am by now. Especially on picture day.'

After that I tuned them out. I probably should've payed more attention to what they were planning. Maybe I wouldn't be in the position I've found myself in now. We were all heading to the gymnasium. We were only meant to line up and take some stupid pictures. Instead find myself surrounded by blood and bodies. Their faces contorted into that of pure agony. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to kill them. But I did. And boy did I enjoy doing it!?

I couldn't get enough of the sight in front of me. The boy that confronted me in class along with his mates all lying haphazardly on the floor. Broken bones, gouged out eyes and organs strung out in front of the auditorium's stage.

I went to the bathroom. They followed me. When they thought I was alone, they attacked me? I screamed for them to let me leave. Begged them not to do what they were about to. But they didn't listen. They never do. Then I heard it. That voice that always calls out to me when I'm in trouble. The one that urges me to make them pay. And slowly convinces me to make them bleed. And so, I do. And so, I did. I killed them. I slowly tortured them. And when they screamed for me to let them go; bagged for me not to do what I was about to. I didn't listen. I never do. I never did. I know! I'll take a picture to commemorate this moment. It is picture day after all.

That was a year ago now. It's picture day again andI've moved schools.... Again. I sit in the back of class near the windowlistening to music. A group of guys takes notice of me. One of them walks overto me. "Hey new girl, you're pretty damn hott y'know." he says. 'This shouldbe fun~' I think to myself. Ah ignorance is bliss.