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Chapter 4 - The fruit got along pretty well...

It's been already four months that school resumed. Now Fruity was no longer feeling like a stranger in her classroom. She made many friends (like just the entire classroom), even though she was being closer to just four people.

Armsel, which she met the first day and with who she had a strong friendship.

Coral, a gentle and kind girl. She shared many things with her like their uncontrollable love for animés, their madness every time they heard about food, their interest over the environment and much more.

The was also Hans, he was the Joker of their group, always getting into trouble all the time and a real talkative. Fruity liked him alot because he was someone true and straight ford.

The last one was Grey. You people surely remember that Fruity bumped into a strange guy the first day. Well, this strange guy was Grey Maximus. She did not even notice his presence in her classroom till three months ago...

That day Fruity came to school with an annoyed expression written all over her face. Her mom just asked her to take permission from her school administration for two days free from classes. The fact that she will dodge classes was not the real problem, she will have loved the news if it was to spare that time at home with much chocolate and the lovely TV. But no, her mom had to drag her along to a burial which she didn't even know the death person. Her mom kept on insisting on the fact that it was her granny's sister. So she somehow had no choice but to abjure.

Early that morning she went straight to the principal's office, but the man seemed clearly pissed off. She did not know what happened to him (and clearly felt no envy of asking with the wicked way he kept staring at everything present in the room), she just submitted the problem, and she was not even done yet he pinched the flesh on his forehead and shouted, "Go submit this type of problems to your class prefect don't bother me!"

The poor Fruity had to suppress the envy she had to break into laughter at that moment, his look which was usually composed and cool now only had a mixture of silliness wrapped everywhere on his face, it was so funny that as she went out of the office she burst into laughter.

She also had a silly look on her face when she reached her sit. Armsel then came to ask her what was the problem.

"The principal asked me to go demand for permission from the class prefect."

"So...?"

"Inono nununu..."

"What?"

"inono nununu..."

"Use true words please, Coral is not there to translate."

" I don't know who it is!"

"Fruity Taylor! It's been four months that you're in this class!"

"I know but..."

"You voted for him during the election!"

"I know but..."

"You spent your time saying he was the best choice!"

"Actually I was not wrong, he does such a good job that I don't even notice his existence..."

"You! Wait a minute, this girl shall kill me one day if she continues like this."

Just as he was talking Coral entered the classroom.

"Coraaaaaaaaaal, Armsel wants to kill meeeee!"

"I will effectively kill you, just wait!"

"You see..."

I turned my eyes towards her like a small frightened puppy. Coral just sucked in air before talking,

"I've not yet sat that you people are already throwing all the world's problems on my poor back. Tell me, what happened? Not you Armsel, you'll obviously lie on my cute Fruity's name."

Armsel just stared at her strangely and started mumbling something.

" My Coral, I went to take permission from the principal as I told you yesterday nar, but he asked me to go talk about all that to my class prefect. When I came back here and asked who is the class prefect from Armsy all he did was to shout at me."

Coral stared at me with her mouth agape as if she ran out of words. She just turned her back and went where Armsel was, she held both his hands into hers and started crying...

"Forgive me huh...."

They both looked dramatic as they turned to face me like saying, what should we do to her?