"Huh~"
"Huh~"
"Huh~"
The four girls rounded in the living room as three of them sighed. "Why are you three like this?" Mei stare at the three girls, their face looks like bitter ground, pain is written right on their face. "She is just his employee." She really didn't know what's wrong about them, maybe one day she will feel the same when she found true love, but not now.
"You don't understand." Hizuki shook her head, sighing again. "That bitch!" Kasumi slammed the table, spilling the drinks on top of it. "She is the one that got Zeo injured!" "But Zeo say his injury is just an accident…" Hizuki recalled his words. "No, it is not, you dummy!" Yui interrupted. She seems equally as worried as the three. "I saw him getting into trouble for her! With my own eyes." "So, he shifted his love interest away already?" Mei concluded, this question seems to send a bullet down their already cracked heart, shattering it. The three let out another sigh:
"Huuuuh~"
"Where is Zeo, by the way." Mei asked, trying to avoid a group depression, because she is starting to feel a bit emotional. "He is up day, preparing for tomorrow." Yui answered. "The school council moves him to another class, with the worst generation within it." "Because of that girl." Kasumi pouted, still feeling unfair for Zeo. "Ben, age 12…" I flipped through the student documentary, the very info of the "worst generation" is listed on it. Their ability, their hoppy, their past, everything I need to make the most out of my stay here.
"You've heard about the cafeteria fight yesterday?"
"About a new teacher with John."
"Yeah, he messed with that pussy really bad."
"You think we will switch a new teacher to him?"
"No, Miss Hana is the best. Other than her, the rest treated us like shit."
When their conversation is reaching the peak, the classroom door was pushed open as a man walked into instead of a petite girl. Yeah, they switched teacher. "Good morning, students." The young man with black haired lean onto the teacher's table he greeted. The rest ignored his existence, continue to mind their own business in their hand. Chatting, eating, playing games, sleeping, now I know why the class is lined as the last number of the alphabet. "Good morning!" The man raised his voice for a bit, but still get ignored.
"So, since you all paid no attention to me…" I approached the gigantic blackboard behind me. A few students peeked at me, wondering what will I do next. Taking up the chalk and start lecturing? Or trying to gain attention by shrieking like a dying hog above a fireplace? "How about we play a game?" I asked out, leaning onto the blackboard while fidgeting the chalk in my hand.
"What game." One of them asked in curiosity. "Here" Before he could react, I tossed the chalk towards him, shooting out of my fingertips like a bullet. But before it could reach his forehead, I caught it mid lane, he seems to be hell of a shock as he backs up, almost falling off his chair. "Hey what are you doing!" One of the students asked, but the rest are dumbfounded by this speed. "I wanted you all to dodge the chalks I shoot out for you. No covering, just dodging." I continue to fidget it as I suggested. "If you win, the class will be dismissed, right here, right now."
"Really?" They asked, disbelief. "Really" I nodded before taking out a box filled with twenty chalks, one for each. "For those who wanted to join, stand up please." And the moment my words left my lips, everyone of them stood up, looks like they really hate school. "Ready?" I asked out, they all nodded. "Go!"
In just a split second, five chalks were tossed out, every single one of them is a direct hit on the forehead. The students let out a groan, rubbing the area in pain. And it was at then the rest started to move. Five shoot out, the students tried their best to avoid the incoming projectile, but it was too fast, once again, none of it missed. I let out a sigh, I am starting to know where this is heading, I shoot out the rest, and just like what I expected, none of them dodged. All of these events happened within three seconds, the entire class was filled with the sound of student groaning in pain.
"Disappointment." I shook my head with a heavy sigh. "Even the student of Class S could dodge them." "Teacher!" Upon hearing my sarcastic words, one of the student stood out and shouted. "Stop comparing us to those guys!" "Oh, why not?" I lean back onto the table and asked, interested. "Everyone of you kept comparing and comparing. Why the rich are always above us? Why are we destined to fail?!" The student roared, the rest remain silent, accepting the truth of his words. "Last year, the school singled us out for the award ceremony. Why? Because we are Class Z! The lowest of all low!" He continue to shout; I stare at him calmy.
"If that true, then you indeed are tricked." I snapped my finger, acting like realising something. "Tricked?" They all stare at me and ask, confused "Those rich spoiled brats wanted you to feel disappointed, unconfident and doubt yourself. And look at you all, you did!" I scoffed. "You guys have the talent, and yet you kept your head hung low because you are tagged as Class Z, the "worst generation". Why don't think about improvising rather than blaming the society? The society is fair, because it treats everything unfairly, and you are going to stay like this forever? Like a slob of slime?" I laughed out; they remain silent.
"Digest about my words, kid." I said as I tapped my head, signalling them to think, before exiting the classroom. As I opened the door, Hana stood in front of me, with her soft petite hands, she asked. "How are they, they didn't do anything rude to you, right?" "No" I replied back. "Oh, I forgot to tell you all. Miss Hana will still be teaching you; I am just going to take care of the physical stuff." I turn back at the students and answered the confusion in your head. "Take care" With that I exited the classroom and walked down the hallway back to the office. The boy who yelled at me approached the teacher's desk before taking up the box, which is miraculously refilled with chalk. There are no chalks on the floor, not even a bit, a shard or a dust, even though I just tossed twenty of them towards them moments ago,
"This teacher…"