Narrator POV
Hello, my dear readers, This is your favourite narrator speaking. I'm surprised that you all stayed for Chapter 2. I thought that by the time you finished Chapter 1, you would have immediately dropped this book, probably because of side character's boringness. But I guess that you're here for me, the coolest narrator ever.
A week ago, I had a chat with Ms. Writer about this book and its prospects. She said that if I narrate this chapter perfectly without violating side character, she will think of letting me narrate Aida's life and we both know that Aida is of main character quality as I stated in Chapter 1. I agreed to the proposal so today, you guys will be listening to my excellent narrating skills. I hope you enjoy and happy reading! I can already dream of the offer coming true!!!
Writer: This will be interesting. MWAH AHAHAHA!!!
Narrator's Narrating
"Jean, could you give me some of your sandwiches? They look appealing," Solome said, snapping Jean out of her thoughts. Jean was thinking about her future with Philip, what items to crochet, and which anime she would watch later today at home. But she had an ominous feeling that all hell would break loose soon though didn't want to worry her friends so kept it to herself.
She was hanging out with her friends in their classroom, having Break at Solome's and Ruth's front desk in the first column. She was eating homemade sandwiches.
"Sure, you can take some. I don't mind," Jean replied, shoving the sandwich-filled lunch box toward Solome's direction. Solome picked up a sandwich piece and munched on it.
"Thank you for the sandwich!" She said and proceeded to eat the sandwich given to her.
Across the desk they were sitting on, Ruth gaped at Jean with jealous eyes, implying that she also wanted some of the sandwiches but was too afraid to ask. Jean noticed Ruth's stare and decided to give her one too.
" You can also take, my granddaughter," Ruth's eyes brighten with joy and excitement. She proceeded to grab 3 sandwiches from the lunch box and greedily munched on one.
Jean slightly laughed at Ruth who showed signs of greediness. She smiled while watching her two friends happily enjoy their sandwiches, hoping things wouldn't change for the worse.
"RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" the bell went, signalling the start of the next lesson period. Jean got her lunch box and closed it. "See you guys at lunchtime!" She waved her hand bye to Ruth and Solome and moved to her seat on the front desk in the middle column where Philip was.
Jean reached and took her seat next to Philip, who was drawing a well-known anime character in a fighting stance. She darted over to the blackboard where the 8 'achievers' were hanging out. They were scribbling down a bunch of rather perplexing spew.
Deciding not to extrapolate what they were planning to do and why they were at the teacher's desk, Jean put all her focus on initiating a conversation with Philip.
"So... Phil, what anime character are you drawing?" She asks, anticipating his reply.
"Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece," Philip responded, glancing at her. Jean felt elated when he replied, as they could spend days not chatting or interacting despite being desk mates.
"How far are you from the latest manga chapter? I'm at least 20 chapters away," She spoke as she stared into his dark brown eyes. Phil thought about it before replying to Jean.
"I could say that I'm quite far from the latest chapter, and I'm not sure whether I can catch up soon." Jean patted her hand on Philip's shoulder.
"You'll get there. I believe in you," She said, hoping to cheer him on. Philip slightly smiled and continued to draw.
The two desk mates were suddenly startled by Jael, who popped upfront from their desk.
"Grandson, what are you doing here? You have no right to spook us like that," Jean said, in a rather agitated tone.
"I'm very sorry Nanny, but I came here with a request that I know only you would accept," Jael paused, pouted his lips and repeatably blinked his eyes. Philip was confused by the face he was making and wanted him to stop as he was looking like a dog trying to kiss.
"So... what's the request?" He asked, hoping it wasn't a stupid answer.
Jael prepped his voice to ask, "Can I sit with you guys today? My seat seems a little boring and I like sitting with you guys as you're much more fun," Jean squeezed her eyes in suspicion.
"How are we 'much more fun' than your desk?" She interrogated. Jael darted his eyes away from her and started whistling. He planned not to answer her question in any way possible. Phillip sighed, looking at his hopeless friend.
"All right, you can sit here. Though I won't be there to save you when Zoe violates you," Jael was over the moon and sat next to Philip on the right.
Zoe arrived at her desk and sat beside Jean. She looked over to the right and saw Jael next to Philip.
"Jael, what brings you to our desk?" She asked in a stern tone.
He replied cheerfully, "I'm here for this period. Hope you don't mind." Zoe decided not to say anything else as she didn't have a problem with it and then sat next to Jean. Alvan hurriedly walked into the classroom and tried to get the class's attention.
"People, Ms. Celeste is coming. Get in your seats now!" He shouted as he ran to his seat. The achievers rushed to the seats, making loud snickers and giggles. The class wondered what their plan was and hoped it wasn't very imbecilic.
After 2 minutes of suffocating silence, Ms. Celeste walks in. She is the class's substitute teacher for History as the original teacher went on holiday. She is the type that rarely smiles and always has a stern attitude but is popular with the students in the school except for G.9W class for some unknown reason. Ms. Celeste is said to be one of the most gorgeous teachers in the school and has a big student-filled fan base.
"Good morning, Ms. Celeste," the class greets her humbly.
"Good morning," She responds as she takes her seat on the teacher's desk. Without warning, a bucketful of muddy water landed on her head and the class gasped in shock. They turned their heads towards the achievers who were giggling at the back They all had the same thought in their heads; 'So it was them. I knew it.' The class focused their vision on the poor teacher who was seriously pranked. Ms. Celeste tried to get off the seat but couldn't move away. She felt some sticky feeling that couldn't be ignored. That was when she realized that she was sitting on bubblegum and glue. Her alluring emerald eyes bugled in terror and was very outraged by the childish stunt.
She scanned the classroom, looking for suspicious students stupid enough to pull this stunt but couldn't find the culprits. She expected the class to help her find the criminals, yet no one said anything or gave her a clue. Seeing the teacher's troubles, Aida rushed to Ms Celeste's aid along with Muniirah and Miriam. They managed to free her from the bubblegum and glue trap though it came at the price of muddy and sticky hands for the rescuers.
"Muni! Miri! I need you to get a bucket of clean water and three towels now!" Aida orders Muniirah and Miriam. The two both nodded their heads and rushed to the nearest washrooms. They hurried back to the class carrying the items asked by Aida after 3 minutes. The three quickly proceed to rid her of the mud and bubblegum with the towels and water. They were done after 5 minutes of intense cleaning and the result wasn't what they planned. Her long auburn wavy hair was a dripping mess and smelled like grass next to the sewers. Her office clothes were dishevelled and sticky. She was still feeling cold even though they had dried her.
Ms. Celeste smiled perfunctorily, "I may not know who the perpetrators are, but I will forgive them for the childish stunt." The class was rather surprised by Ms. Celeste's response, especially the Achievers who had hilarious baffled faces as they didn't expect her reaction.
"Since that incident is over, we'll officially start today's lesson," Ms Celeste spoke as she led Aida, Miriam and Munirah to their seats.
"Have you ever wondered if supernaturals are real?" A question from Ms. Celeste enveloped throughout the classroom. Everyone had their thinking faces on, including the achievers.
"It's OK to share your thoughts on that matter," while sitting down on the wooden chair nearby, Ms. Celeste stated. A rather chaotic discussion broke out with everyone on board.
"I have only heard about them in the books I read, but they are in fiction, and I never had the chance to see one," said Jean to Philip and Jael.
"Me too." Jael sighed, "Though sometimes, I wish to be a werewolf if given the chance."
"And why would you want to be one?" Philip gave a questioning gaze.
"Simple. Werewolves are cool looking," Jael answered smugly.
"You know that being a werewolf is the equivalent of being a part-dog with more strength," Zoe joins the conversation.
Jael looked down in dismay and pitted himself,"Why did you have to say that? I'm now all sad and depressed."
Zoe gave the 'I don't care' look and continued, "In my opinion, wanting to be supernatural sounds worthless, as they're known to be monsters, and we humans always invent new ways of killing them."
Behind Jean's desk, Cyrus overhears the conversation and decides to join, "But they do have some sweet magical abilities that are to die for."
"Abilities with big responsibilities," Jowan spoke while reading a biology textbook on a desk opposite Jean's desk.
"I don't want to be a Supernatural if losing my humanity is on the line," Joy Ruth, neighbouring Jowan, pivoted in their direction.
"I agree with Zoe and Joy Ruth. On losing their humanity; gaining power can corrupt them to do outrageous acts and lose their sense of righteousness," Alvan, Cyrus' neighbour, added, tilting his head towards Jael. Jean decided to remain silent as the conversation continued. She took notice of Ineza, who was attempting a very complex math question.
"Hey, Ineza, what is your opinion?" She calls out to him.
Ineza turns to Jean's direction, "I don't believe in this type of stuff; it's just a conspiracy that humans created for fun and scare."
Miss Celeste had a rather menacing smile while the discussion proceeded, and nobody noticed.
"That's enough discussion for now," Miss Celeste declared, rising from her seat. The class fell silent as she walked to the centre of the room, in front of the teacher's desk. Matthew raised his hand, and the others turned to him in anticipation. Ms. Celeste allowed him to speak.
"I have a question," he said. "Why are we talking about supernaturals? I haven't seen it in any of the history or mythology books I've read."
She smiled, "Although this topic is not mentioned in any known history or mythology books, it is still important for us to know about it since it falls under your coverage. Thank you for bringing up this interesting question, Matthew." Matthew nodded his head in familiarity and sat down.
"The supernatural is an inexplicable phenomenon that surpasses human understanding and scientific explanation," she said.
"Even science can understand their existence? No way!" Hashim loudly whispered to Joy Ruth and Matthew, his neighbour. Miss Celeste gave a perfidious smirk, something Jean noticed and could not trust.
"Hey, Grandson, do you have a slight suspicion of Ms. Celeste's smile? It feels a little off," Jean looked in Jael's direction. Jael glanced at Jean, then looked back at Ms. Celeste.
"It doesn't seem like it. I'm sure it's something that she always had." Jean wanted to say something but kept it to herself.
"Their abilities can induce envy, jealousy, and terror among us humans. They are often described as the superior version of humans," Ms. Celeste spoke. Some of the class felt a little nervous about what she spoke out while the rest continued to listen.
"Being the upgrade, their emotions are more amplified, and some are very twisted and dark. They could be anger, hatred, lust, greed, envy, gluttony, etc. One of the reasons why most religions depict them as 'grotesques' of the dark," Ms. Celeste stared at the class.
"There are several types of supernatural beings believed to exist, but I will concentrate on the four main ones: witches, vampires, werewolves, and ghouls. Some of these species view humans as their primary food source, while others have a 'superiority complex' towards them," The class giggled at her remark. She went on, "Becoming a supernatural being can take many forms, each with its own set of requirements. Some may require being bitten, while others may require making a pact with an unknown entity. It's even possible to become cursed by a more powerful being, such as infamous old witches. Regardless of the method, the only way to truly know is to encounter one firsthand."
Meanwhile, Dinkesh was looking out the window from her seat in the third column when she noticed the sky was blackened with strange clouds.
"Hey, Aida, has the sky always had these oddly swarthy clouds? She asked her neighbour, Aida with a confused face.
"I'm not sure, as they look identical to me," Aida contorted her head towards the window but then focused on the teacher. Jean also glanced at the window and saw the blue sparks coming out of the dark clouds.
"Umm...Phil, Do you think it's normal for thunderclouds to have blue spikes coming off?" Philip turned his head to the window and saw what Jean was talking about. He was dumbfounded and couldn't say a thing.
"That should not be normal; we have to warn others about this. He finally spoke after 2 minutes of dead silence.
The two planned to alert the others, but Miss Celeste said something very sinister. "Yes, being a supernatural can be a vibrant and dreadful life, but the sure way to understand them is to be converted into one. Shall we try?"
At that point, Jean lost all her trust in her. "Zoe! Jael! We're moving out. There's something bad coming!" She loudly whispered to her neighbours, who were startled by her. Before Jean could say anything else, Miss Celeste intricately moved her hands and shouted out the word unknown to the students.
"Marnfost!" She pointed at the students who she had caught their attention. Suddenly, blue lightning struck every one of the G.9W class, and they all screamed and cried in agony. Ms. Celeste grinned as she watched all this happen. Everyone was in extreme pain and started to lose their consciousness. The last thing Jean saw was glowing emerald eyes in front of her as she became unconscious.
To Be Continued...
Narrator Speaking
Are you telling me this poor class got electrocuted by blue lightning?! The fuck?! They were not supposed to go like this. Don't tell me they have just died. Side Character cannot die on me, and most importantly, Main Character cannot die on me! Aida cannot die on me! This is unacceptable! How can you pull off such a stupid plot twist like this?! I'm going to complain with Ms. Writer who hauled such a stupid stunt. You cannot do this to me without informing me! I won't accept this. If you don't mind readers, I might be stepping out for a bit. I don't know what will happen to this book or its future, but I'm going to go and deal with that stupid lousy Bitch. I'll be back...