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Morning . . .

The moment Kuya Mike dropped me on school, I don't feel like going to attend class. I'm currently walking to the main building of the university.

I need to escape from here. What should I do? My image is not good in here. Damn, it still pisses me off remembering those photos leaked in every sites.

I hurriedly grab my phone and dialed Justine's number. After three rings, he answers it. "Yes, Mizz Twain?"

"Just, can you delete all the photos about me, wearing a very sexy clothes that leaked last night?" I say directly with fully-annoyed voice. "And when I say all, I mean everything!"

Justine chuckles, "Chill, elite girl, I can erase all of 'em in just few minutes. Don't be so pissed, a'ight? It's a beautiful morning, y'see."

"Sorry, Just," I sigh. "It just bugs me."

"Yeah, I understand. I'll start deleting 'em now."

I smile to myself. "Thank you. As usual, you saved my ass again."

"Hahaha! I won't mind saving your beautiful ass, Mizz Twain!"

"Ew, piss off, you dimwit." I shot back. "Now, now, I have to go. I'll give you my Ducati for the payment."

"Your . . . what?!" he asks incredulously. "Your Ducati?!"

"Yep, you don't like it?" I reply, "Well, it is a red Ducati Superbike Panigale 899, I haven't used it. So, take it?"

"Sure as heck, elite girl! I will take it."

"Sure you would." I say to him, chuckling. "So then, Mister Hacker, bye." then the call is off.

I need to escape here!

Then I remember the place where Chance took me when we cut class and went to an arcade. I can stay there for the whole day.

Hurriedly, I make way to the woods of this school. The mini-forest is located on the south side in this place. And after a long walk, I reach the place.

Again, I face the tall perimeter wall. But that's no problem with me.

So I check my surrounding if there is someone who is here. I can't feel presence or eyes that's looking at me. Everything is clear.

Faster than three seconds, I jumped with strong force and now I'm on top, standing up with a graceful posture.

I jump again, reaching the ground flawlessly.

With a proud grin, I walk away and start heading to the way where the arcade. Upon walking, I notice the play ground built on the plaza. There aren't much people this time, it is still early.

I have this urge to sit on the swing, so I follow my small desire. As I sit and hold the iron chains, I feel like something rising in me. It is joy. I feel happy. It's like I am more human than before.

I move my feet and push the ground to create a force to move this swing. It moves, and I delight in here. I thank the someone who invented this.

"I'm glad that you're here, Miracle."

My nerves are awaken when I hear that voice.

I whirl around fast, enough to cramp my neck. He's standing, looking somewhat he misses me, yet so adorable and flattering.

"Ancy," I call, almost whispering. "You're here . . ."

He just stares at me as a response.

He steps closer, enough to hold the chains of the swing. Without words, he starts swinging me.

"How are you?" I hear him asked.

"I'm fine." I reply, "How about you?"

"It has been a while since I talked to you." Chance says to me, "I think, I missed you."

Napatulala ako, kasabay ng biglang pagtibok nang malakas ng aking puso. I don't know why. The strong heart beat doesn't last, and return into normal beating.

"Really," I reply with a tiny grin. "We are in the same class, though."

"You're right, but it feels like you're miles apart. You are avoiding me, aren't you, Miracle?" Chance knows. But I hope that he also understands.

I stay silent, not minding to answer his question. I only sigh. I want to go away now. If I only stayed on the school, this would not happen. I made a mistake this time.

Wordlessly, I make the swing stop moving. Standing up, I meet his face with a calm expression. Then I bow slightly, "I have to go." and tell him.

I go away, leaving him like nothing happened. It's better this way.

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A new day and it is 7:45 in the morning.

I'm now walking alone on the way. Even though I can't see them, I can feel their disgusted stares.

I don't give a damn.

I enter our room and everyone has their own world. Still, Ate Bea is not around. As I walk between the aisles—to reach my desk—all the hopeless people here are just staring with judgmental eyes at me as I keep silent.

I walk silently to my assigned seat, feeling their eyes following me. To hell is with them.

"Bakit wala pa si Ate Bea?" I ask Dennis.

"Meeting." he replies, "You want strawberry ice cream, Natnat?"

I grin, "Ayaw ko, Den." May naalala lang kasi ako.

"'Kay." then he pinches my cheeks, "Just always lean on me, a'ight, Natnat?" I smile as my respond, slightly bowing my head. "And don't mind them." I only nod dutifully.

Then the door opens, and Chance comes inside with Justine tagging along with him. Justine is just smirking meaningfully as Chance's eyes are on me.

I gaze down to my desk, I shall not think of them.

Later that day, Ate Bea comes with Skhy.

"Shanaiah Khylin Wallace." Skhy says, telling everyone her name. My eyes are widen. That name . . . Her name . . . "And you can call me Skhy." Snow White adds as she finishes her introduction.

I know her. Since I was a child. Her parents, were one of the best reapers in White Nation.

Shanaiah Khylin Wallace. A Wallace's offspring.

I stare completely priceless at her. She starts walking to the chair where Ate Bea assigned her. But before she reach her seat, "You." I call with my stoic face and voice. I do not care whatever my ugly classmates's thinking.

She slightly smirks with her folded arms.

"You are Shan, are you not?" I question her.

Her lips curve like the crescent moon. "Miss me, Hime?"

I give her an irritated expression. "It's been years."

"It's been days," she corrected.

"Whatever," I sigh. She didn't mention to me that she is Shan. This girl? How come she became this pretty? She evolved?

"Natnat, is she the daughter of the best reaper of the WN?" Den inquires.

"Yeah, she is." I reply.

"Man, she's a Wallace." Dennis exclaims silently, probably he have heard about the Wallace's history. "Are you a friend to her?"

"When I was a kid, yes."

"Okay, I see." Dennis' reply and we both fix our attention to our adviser.

But my classmates begin chatting about Shan. Others are insecured and envied with her. Some are just complimenting her, because Shan has the looks of a sophisticatedly cold, young lady. And she's like a vampire for me—mix of Snow White.

Ate Bea assigns her in a vacant chair—where Nathan was once seated.

The discussion goes on and I'm here, lifelessly watching Ate Bea teach in front. I don't understand what she is saying. My mind is clouded right now. It is corrupted by nothingness.

It is always like this. It is as though I am entirely mystery to myself. Ever since it became like this, I learned that I should never trust anyone, even my own self.

As the lunch break bell rings, we all stand up. I tell Dennis to leave me for a while and he lets me. I'm now heading to the middle of nowhere in this university.

Never mind that.

I'm just walking and walking and didn't distinguish that I'm already at the stairs heading up to the rooftop.

I procede on walking. Maybe, I will inhale some fresh air. Opening the double-door, someone surprises me a hit to my head!

I lose my balance fastly, almost falling on my knee. I hear a breaking of a brittle thing and saw a pot broken into pieces.

Then, the unknown person immediately pulls my hair and kneed me on stomach.

I let the pain penetrate me as I nearly vomit my own blood. My glasses is tossed on the floor. He throws me away, and as if on cue, my body painfully lands on the wall.

Falling on the floor, I remain sitting—gaining myself from that scene. He caught me that good. Damn him.

I wipe all the blood on my mouth. I sense him that he's going to attack again. I simply eyed him raptorially.

That fucker, I'll make him pay ten times he did to me.

And how did he know that I'm heading here?

I immediately raise up and dodge his attack. He grabs an expandable baton and starts hitting the air as I dodge all his attacks. I find a blind spot and quickly kick him in jaw.

He almost fell. I smirk a little as I run into his direction. Grabbing his head, I hardly smash his head in the wall.

He lost his consciousness.

"Go to hell, asshole." I mumble. Are they following since before? Or someone is spying me from afar?

My cellphone vibrates and I pick it up. I walk near the railings and listen over the other line.

"Nat, we're under attack!" Dennis exclaims.

"I know. Where are you now?" I ask him.

"Inside the gym."

"Okay. Protect all the students in there and—ahh!!"

The call goes off as my phone falls on the floor. This man gives me a headlock.

I'm chocking really hard as he's squeezing and tightening his grasps on me. It is hard to move if my neck is being strangled by this man who surprised me flowers on a pot. My sights are becoming blurred, losing my breaths.

Severely, I try to reach a knife on my legs. I pick the knife and stab him in his body where my hand can reach. This man is strong. He screams in pain and throws me again.

I brought my air back as I cough real tough while I'm on my knees.

I feel blood on my face.

He is walking towards me. Quickly, I get up and punch him to his jaw, then I elbow him in chest.

I see a flower pot and pick it. I smash the pot to his head and he falls down. I think, he loses consciousness again.

I'm about to grab my phone on the floor when he encircles his forearm around my neck, throttling me to death. Fuck!

He's now pointing a dagger to me. I hold his hand tightly to slow down his stab.

He's far luckier than I am. The knife is closing the gap to my hand, and in any moment, it'd slip on my palm.

But that is only my hope. I need to feel the excruciating pain to kill this motherfucker.

Slowly and painfully, the knife is sinking deep to my flesh. When he lets his guard down, I hastily push him backward to the railings.

I elbowed his throat, then to his diaphragm. He quickly falls on the railings as he drags me as well.

I scream anticipatedly when I sense that I am being hauled with his falling! My initial reaction is to grab something that I can hold onto.

Buti, nasukbit ko ang buong braso ko sa isang bakal ng railing. Randam na randam ko kung paano lumunsot ang dagger sa aking palad.

"A-Ahh . . ." Walang-hiningang ungol ko. Halos maluha ako sa sobrang sakit.

We are now on the edge of death. I'm losing my grip to the railing as he is putting his weight on my feet.

I kick him on his face again and again. Matibay ang kanyang pagkahawak sa akin, so I gather all my strength to stomp on his face once more. And thank goodness, he finally lets go off his grasp on me. I watch him fall. Pagkahulog niya sa semento, namatay na siya.

Is someone's following me? How did that person know that I'm heading here? Who is that someone? Someone I do not know? Or someone I know?

I'm panting heavily when I return at the floor of the rooftop. My body collapses on the floor, bloodily and pathetically.

I look at my wounded palm, the dagger is still jabbed in my flesh.

"Heh." I scoff, snorting tersely. "Guess I have to pull this out." I say to myself, staring impassively.

Holding the dagger, I slightly tug it out.

"But," I sputter in a peeved tone. "The blood will flow if I pull this piece of shit that stuck on my palm." I let out a frustrated breath, "That filthy shit. I should've stabbed him in the eyes."

Damn it. It leaves me no choice. It annoys me seeing this dagger sinks on my palm. Screw with that blood shit if I pull this out. Who cares, anyway. I love pain; pain loves me.

I hold the dagger tightly. I bit my lip and hardly close my eyes; then, in fast move, I pull the dagger out.

My blood gushes down as the pain embraces me. The grief afflicts me so earnestly, wanting to scream in agony.

I hope he'll rot in hell!

I endure the pain and avoiding to shout. My eyes swell; my chest hitches and as much as I want to burst my distress, I just don't want to.

I trained myself not to cry in pain, even though I'm hurting indescribably. I'd rather keep the things that torn me apart inside, and let them kill me slowly and painfully.

A big air escapes from my stomach, to my diaphragm, breaking away to my mouth.

I check on it. The blade is covered by my bright red, gluey blood. In the middle of my inspection, I sight a word that's written in Kanji, meaning 'Sakura'.

That answers it. The Sakura Company, it's our third lead.

I reach for my phone beside. I dial Dennis' contact number.

After a few rings, he answers it. "Den." I say, panting.

"Nat! How are you?" he asks in worried tone. I can hear him breathing hastily, even the fearsome screams in his location.

We are sabotaged by this Sakura shits and craps.

"I'm fine." I lied. "How about the others?"

"Skhy, Clint and I are protecting the students like what we've told. The Computer Master Justine is in charged with the systems. And Chance, together with his gang, are guiding the students inside the gym." Dennis reponds fastly.

"That's good to hear. Let's meet in the gym." I reply in low voice. "And stay safe."

I lose the half of my strength moment ago, plus this wound is draining me to zero.

"We will." He answers back and I hang the call up.

I raise from the floor and start walking down the stairs. Nasa kabilang building ang gym.

I don't have any weapons either. So with all my strength, I run silently like a blur. I stop my track as I reach the front door of the gym.

I open the double-door. Everyone are silent as the others are crying and scared.

They slowly turn their heads to me. Nagtataka sila bakit ako duguan. The hell they care, huh? Will they praise me if I killed someone? Hell no.

I walk silently to Ate Bea—to the place where she is. She gazes immediately to me; maybe she senses my presence. I don't have enough power to hide my aura.

"Nat, what happened to you?" She stands from her seat as she goes towards me.

"I'm fine. Just . . . a little cut." I reply, looking down. We both seated on the chair and she prepares the medical supplies.

Ate Bea slowly unbuttons my blazer. I stare to my white polo that stain by red. I used it to wipe my blood coming from my palm.

"Sino kaya ang nagplano nito?" I hear Ate Bea says.

"Sakura." I mutter.

"Tsk. Even in school? To hell is with them." She hisses silently.

As she carefully bandaging my head, I remember my wound. "Pati ito." I show my palm that pierced, leaving a slit in the middle.

Fucking shit. This will take time to heal. Damn it.

"Crap, Natsumi! What have you done to yourself?" She exclaims, bit hysterical.

"Lower down your voice. This is nothing." I irritatedly tell her, "You don't need to shout."

She sighs, "By the way, I called Mike. Siya na ang bahala rito."

I just shrug my shoulders. Probably, I'll be damned if Kuya Mike will see me like this.

As everybody keeping themselves silent, there's something peculiar I can hear at this moment.

I can't identify it, actually. I lift up from my chair. I follow the noise. It is the noise of destruction.

I need to get rid about that dangerous thing.

I focus my sense of hearing to the door.

It will be my responsibilty if the students are harmed. It'll be my fault because I came here in this school with the annihilation behind me.

With a fast cue, my eyes are widen.

Damn! A bomb!

I run fast before the bomb will explode. I have to shout 'Run!' to the students to save their lives.

But it is too late. Too late to stay away from the zone and to blurt those words inside of me.

I just felt myself being slammed on a hard surface.

My eyes are still open. I can't hear anything, except to the loud ring inside my head. I tried to move, but I failed miserably. I'm barely breathing.

I sense something on my face. It's my blood.

I smirk mentally. Damn it. I'm so done for this day.

My eyes are closing.

Ah, look who's pathetic.

And before my eyes get closed, I saw Chance's blurred face.

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