Noisy stadium, students cheering ...

Now the score is 25 for Pasta High School and 24 for Ravioli High School

Huhhh

The first deep breath is taken.

Huhhh

Breathe in a second.

The whistle is blown by the referee.

The baseball bat was held tightly by Hilmi Afnan bin Dato 'Haris as the Pinch Hitter for the group representing Pasta High School

The ball is thrown by the opponent and ... Hilmi manages to hit the ball. He quickly ran and stepped on each base.

As a result, Pasta High School was able to win the title of champion with a homerun result with the efforts of all of them.

"PROJECT: SURVIVE"

Hilmi slammed the locker door. Fortunately no one saw. He took a cigarette out of his bag and lit it with a match.

A girl suddenly showed up in the locker room and take away the cigarette from his hands. Furious written all over her face and annoyance written all over his face.

"This is guy locker room. Just get out from here, Nad" piss Hilmi. Without any words, Nadia took all his cigarettes and stepped on it without mercy. Hilmi ended up pushing her aside and take his cigarettes back.

"Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill yourself Hilmi? Just right there, you were the perfect students for them, you're the idol, lot of the juniors idolize you but this? Even if someone found you smoking in here, they will either act like they saw nothing or blame others." said Nadia.

"Just care about yourself please! I don't need your sympathy or your careness! Just go out!" he was still furious about the cigarettes and the topic Nadia just talk about. He never wanted to be the school hope. He just want to be a normal person. Not the special one...

"PROJECT: SURVIVE"

The music is unheard. Girls dancing around is all she can feel. Her steps were scattered. She's feeling like she's underwater. Trying to get some help. Reaching out for people. But no one can hear.

"Stop!" Mrs. Rania said. She's squeezed her head using both her hands. Upset with Farhana's mistake. "If you don't want to take this seriously, you can get out from my class!" she shouted. Farhana can't even stand on her own feet. It feels like she's standing by a paper. "I'm sorry Madam. I won't repeat it again".

Mrs Rania left the studio leaving Farhana and her teammates. "Far, if you can't do it, don't take the challenge or don't even dare to dream of being the black swan. you're just a burden to us. Do you think you're the only one who's tired?"

"Cut it off Clara!" shouted another girl, Tasya, who is also one and only Farhana's friend. "Oh come on! Go on and defend her! She don't even belong in this team! If she showed up on the stage like this, she's ruining all of us. It's fact tho. " fight Clara.

"But we're teammates!" defend her again. "go and die with your ' we're teammates!' " She's making fun of her.

"Don't care bout' her Hana. It's not worth it." Whispered Tasya while patting her back.

"PROJECT: SURVIVE"

'𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅' (Yungblud - Parents)

The lyrics of the song keep mumbled by Alana. On top of the buildings, enjoying the view of illegal street fights. "Pathetic" that's the only word that can passed from her mouth. People fighting over each other to prove who's stronger when at the end, all of them are in pain and injured.

The sun is still up. She don't want to go home. Don't want to go anywhere. Don't want to meet humans especially her so-called parents.

"Hey." a guy that she known-well suddenly showed up and sit right next to her. "So you're ignoring me right now? Anyway, your favourite author will publish his new book soon." he said trying to get her attention.

"For real? This better not be a prank or I'll kill you." His eyes widen and suddenly having a flashback of Alana chasing him with insects because he lied that her favourite author was dead.

"Yes. I won't lie anymore!" They both take a sip of their drink. Daniel. That's his name. The boy who fall in love with an introvert girl. He is an excellent, sporty, mighty, or basically perfect students. He sacrifices his ego for the achievements. But it's all a waste when he found her. His crush.

She's a quiet girl, barely speak to anyone. He was the first person who brave enough to talk to her and the first thing he noticed is, she's reading a book by Lee Child. He tried to read the novel, but little did he know, he fall in love with both the book and the girl. Now look at him, sitting beside the girl he love, enjoying their favourite drinks together while watching illegal street fight. Chaotic isn't it? But that's how he like it. She's being herself and the way she's comfortable.

"It's worth it." he mumbled but didn't expect Alana to realize. "What worth what?" she asked in confusement. "nothing. nothing at all." he smiled and they continue to enjoy the chaotic view.

"PROJECT: SURVIVE"

"Trip home at night is quiet, not much happening at 3 am

living at the end of tracks, meeting someone is slim

train keeps me company, know most of the sounds

imagine all the stories after making so many rounds

Tonight, was like others, took train after closing bar

I always sit in the back of first railroad car

first three stops, most passengers departed

leaned back in seat, tired and feeling half-hearted

Noticed there was one passenger still aboard

head tilted down, like he wanted to be ignored

thought he was sleeping, wearing sunglasses in dark

we passed signal; it was the three-mile left mark

Became curious, man wearing crimson still sitting still

he wasn't excited, this ride didn't seem much of a thrill

then I noticed below his seat a small gathered pool

wanted to say something, but I sat there, acting cool

As train slowly pulled into final station, he didn't move

walked by him, said hi, I had nothing to prove

then I noticed something as train stopped on track

the man was dead, he had been stabbed in the back"

He recites the poem while sharpen a knife. "Do you know about this poem?" the victim cried amd shaking his head.

The killer stab the knife to his hand. Not letting any expression out. Just blood dripping down his hand by itself. The victims are crying, yelling, begging for mercy and help. Oh he didn't like it. He hate it.

But he likes it when they shout by the torture that he gave. They beg, they're crying, they're shouting to stop him. Instead of stop, he like it better when they suffer.

"Humans don't deserve to live. They are a burden. They deserve to die." he said and consciously knowing that he's a human too. "The world is better without human species. So what if... we asked our not human friends to join in?" He laughed like a maniac. The blood on his hand got wiped all over his face. The smile on his face won't fade. The surrounding seems more quiet, more dark than usual.

Just one suprise from 'them' and their live would be fly. Surrender to the grim reaper. Oh boy. Humans. They die too instant. They die so instantly. They don't even have a chance to know that the spirit he summoned, wasn't evil than humans.