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Abigail found herself inside a glass prison cell carried by a pickup truck.
She looked around and found herself in the middle of a desert. They're like traveling, nowhere!
She kicked and punched it with all her might but it's all so useless. The damn glass is freaking unbreakable! How is that even possible?
" Where the hell am I!?" she shouted and helplessly sat on the floor, "What's the use of shouting when it's obviously soundproof!" she added.
She looked up and saw the sun shines so bright indicating high noon but never felt a single heat from it. So impossible!
She looked around suspiciously and thought she's too idiot to notice...
" Oh? It's air-conditioned! How come I didn't notice that? Your most humble accommodation! Wow, Should I be thankful? Should I?" she exclaimed, trying to talk to the driver and the shotgun seater, " But you can't hear me! You don't care! You just need money!" she added and felt like an idiot talking to herself. But if it wasn't for the airconditioning service she'll be dead of sunburn because she was still wearing her cerulean two-piece.
The last thing she remembered was partying hard at a beach. There was an explosion and the air around seemed a bit off. After that, she lost her consciousness.
What do they want? She cursed for negative thoughts entering her mind.
She must not have been reckless! She must have been vigilant! She must have taken that self-defense lesson her gym coach offered her. But what-the-hell, the self-defense teacher is her ex!
She halted from thinking deep thoughts and focused on the sand around because they move differently.
She looked above. She was astounded to see a helipad right above the pickup truck she was in.
" Oh, my gad! What is it now?" she exclaimed?
Her heart raced like a horse when a big black-suited man came down from the helipad and stepped above the glass.
It created a crack.
She cannot believe it! She lost all her strength just to break the goddamn glass but this guy here just stepped on it and voila! It cracked.
" Who are you and what do you want from me!?" she shouted.
The big man is cutting through the glasses using some kind of advanced glass cutter.
She breathes out in exhaustion. She'll lose it if this guy is another bad fellow. She can't take another mayhem! She's full of it.
As the vacuum cup pulled off the glass. The wind enters the glass and sand came with it, it hurts her eyes and skin.
" Please cover yourself with this!" the man told her and gave her a trench coat.
She was suspicious of the man but she still took the coat and wear it.
" You should come with me or you'll meet a dead end, " the man said and showed her two unconscious people, It was the driver and the shotgun seater. Without someone manipulating the wheels, they're heading a dangerous cliff as seen on the safety monitor. Abigail saw that.
" You're not gonna kill me, right?" she asked.
" Sequoia, " the man said nonchalantly.
" Oh right! Get me out of here!" she immediately responded. That was her and her parents' secret code.
The man cuffed something all over her body and someone pulled them up after.
" Fuck! I think I'm gonna be sick!" she cried. She is hanging on an unimaginable height.
" Don't look down, " the man said.
" It's too late! I saw it already! I'm gonna die!"
There are many more black-suited guys on the helipad. They assisted her up and a nurse checked her forthwith.
Before she could rest all the way through the ride, her eye caught something unbelievable.
He knew the big black-suited man. That's his biology classmate.
He is Albert ZHuang, the potato man!
Days later...
Abigail O.View
Albert Zhuang is a famous target of the most bully in school, so, let me make it clear how he really looks like.
" I need to at least clear it out why it is such a big deal to me, " I told my nerd friend, Chloe. She nodded. I invited her to the house and told her I was gonna give her something to write about. She's been bugging me about her writer's block amidst the development of her 'writing career'. She's been invited by a liaison of some novel publishing house via email. That is the 'development' she's trying to tell me, "More like a scam ad for me, " I told her.
So back to the story...
For them he was like a potato, that is why they call him the potato man but for me, he was fat like a squishy baby or a cutie... bun dough, actually his cheeks are. And obviously, he is Chinese, I think. He has chunky eyes and he's as white as a paper.
And being a prey, he never stood against himself. Every damn time these school bully came and bully him, he just ignores them. They splash him a hotdog sauce, spaghetti, mud, and even lemon juice! but! he never ever go against them.
" Cut the chase, " Chloe interrupted with her poker visage.
" Okay, " I responded "Calm down, dude. I'm feeling it, " I added.
Albert never goes against any of his bully because he knows they were just a bunch of douchebags who would go crying when he does his retaliation.
" Or maybe he's just piling up everything these bully had done to him and will kill 'em all when he's too full of them. That's nice, " Chloe said nonchalantly.
" What? Chloe, that's too chaotic, " she exclaimed, " Look at him! Do you think he can kill someone?" she added and pointed the door.
" Why are you pointing at the door?" asked Chloe with furrowed brows.
" He's outside and guarding the whole house, "
" You've been here for two days straight after that incident. You never go outside your room, how would you know that?"
" What? He's not outside?"
" Yes, "
"What! I'm gonna call mom, "
" Please Abigail. It's like what? 20 bodyguards? You have all of them guarding your house, "
She halted and looked at Chloe and peek outside her room.
" Your family doctor told us that you may felt trauma and I think this is it, "
" What? No. I'm not in trauma, "
" Seriously? I think you have the opposite of disattachment disorder to Albert, "she said " You've been asking your parents now and then if Albert was there guarding your house, he has the class you know, "she added.
" They're lying?"
" No, he was indeed here yesterday the whole damn time. What I mean is, the guy is a student, too, let him have his science class, "
She looked closely at Chloe's blue eyes and sighed in defeat. The latter nodded.
" Let's say he saved you but who killed the driver and the shotgun seater? You told me they were unconscious, " she shrugged her shoulders.
" Just unconscious, not killed, " I reprimanded.
" He let them die. He leads them to a dead-end, lass, "
" He needs to, "
This is Chloe's turn to sigh in defeat " Just don't trust him that much, " she said " We always thought he's a weakling in school but we didn't know ... he's more than that, " she added.
" So, he's really not outside?" I whispered to her.
" Abigail! " Chloe exclaimed.
Author (O.view)
Albert Zhuang was walking through the pathway, everyone looks at him. Nothing new.
At a treehouse near the laboratory, he looked up. He hates stairs but he needs to get his phone up there.
It was like one mile run every step, his sweat flows like rivers right now, that was too exaggerated but yes, he can feel it.
Damn. He thought.
He almost hyperventilated reaching the top so he needs his rest and unknowingly fell asleep.
He was the combat master! He wears the kung fu suit and is the mam who ably swung the swords for incoming attacks. A neat sound of sword clinking! How beautiful!
He won. He struck the sword into the rock of ever powers when a phone rang somewhere.
A phone? he thought.
He was awakened.
Alas! that was just a dream. But the phone ringing isn't.
Where is he?
Oh right! The treehouse.
He looks for his phone and found it at the top of a cupboard.
When he looked at it, Cathy's name appeared. She was calling him!
He answered...
" Hi, baby! Meet me at The Superbowls tonight, ok? kisses and hugs, " she said. It was a message for later.
" Ok, " he sent a voice message reply.
He then again faced his biggest foe, the stairs!
He slowly held onto the handle and wished for his safety.
But alas! on the third step, the wood cracked and he, unfortunately, loosened his grip onto the ladder handle.
Everything went slow-mo as he fell from the treetop.
Damn, he thought again.
He was about to stand up when he felt something beneath him.
He stood up immediately.
He was so astonished to find Buckles unconscious.
Did he just land on the number one school bully?
So damn unlucky day!
He rubbed his head in distress and decided to carry him all the way to the clinic.
As he walked through the pathway, commotions filled the area.
" Oh my! What happened to Buckles?"
" Did he just did that?"
" What the hell, men!"
In the clinic...
" Tell me what happened Albert, " Nurse Dahlia asked Albert.
Buckles was still unconscious behind the curtains.
" I fell down the tree and landed on him, " Albert answered.
Nurse Dahlia was stunned with his cuteness but she still keeps a straight face, she doesn't want him to know. For god's sake, they are in a serious situation here.
She was about to respond when a knock on the door filled the background.
" Please come in," Nurse Dahlia said
A beautiful girl went inside and ran into Albert's hands.
" Thank god you are fine, " she said between sobs " Poly called me and told me what happened, "
Nurse Dahlia was astonished by her bold move.
" Nurse, I'm her fiance. I should take him home, " The girl said.
Nurse Dahlia was more astonished of how beautiful the girl was, her aura blooms throughout the room.
" His fiancee?" she asked.
The beautiful girl nodded in cuteness and pulled Albert out of there.
Nurse Dahlia was speechless after that.