The door flies open, and Snow strides inside, her waist moving in the white skirt of our school uniform.
It seemed like every other day, the students gathered around her as soon as she entered. She was—no, she is—an untouched snowflake, her skin as white as snow, hair the color of glimmering moonlight.
She is the ideal girl, for all men. Strong, smart, athletic, and also—
"Get the hell out of my way," she hisses at everyone, her gleaming blue eyes piercing the air like a sword.
Brutally cold.
Yet, no matter how cold she is, everyone still worships her, since she is the school's beauty and the only thing that makes our humble classroom so popular.
The crowd of classmates parts, while I only watch from the sidelines, as she walks over to her desk, piled to the ceiling with snacks. And no, it's not a metaphor; it was reaching the ceiling.
I've watched our classmates assemble this like Jenga for minutes, watching it crumble repeatedly until they finally succeeded. Nevertheless, that doesn't stop her from batting it down without any remorse for everyone to see, then taking a seat in her chair as everyone just watches.
Silently.
Still, even though all their hard work went down with it, I know they're happy deep down that she even touched it this time, since she used her bag the other times.
Yes…I repeat this is not the first time, it has become a daily thing ever since one kid began to bring her chocolates and she kept them instead of throwing them away.
"Progress," I mutter, a bit impressed that today was at least different, yet that difference is all I needed to see.
Take a stand, everyone's eyes and attention shift to me. "Still, I don't like—" Grabbing onto the sides of my desk, I lift it and hurl it towards her, and she only watches in horror as her face connects with it, the corner of the desk digging into her eyes and the rest of her facial features.
"THIS DREAM!!" I finish while screeching.
A moment passes and silences all eyes now on her lifeless body.
"Yeah!!" I bawl out, my hands compressed into a tight fist.
Slowly but surely all my classmates' faces contort into anger as they all without a word rush to me at an abnormal speed.
[Stigma accessing]
[Magic activating]
[Creation]
From thin air, guns materialize in my hands, and I let them loose, each sound of the bullet shooting out echoing throughout the classroom, as the windows turn pitch black only leaving the light from each bullet to light up the darkened room.
"HAHA! HAHA!" I burst out into laughter as blood splatters onto my face and clothes.
[Snaity points accumulated]
[Madness points deducted]
[Stasis: 0%]
"SOUUTAAAA!!" A sharp, unexpected voice cuts through my dream, and I fly up to see everyone in the class looking at me, with the teacher, Mr. Arata, staring at me, his face completely red with anger.
"Oh." Is all I can let out as all eyes are on me, even the "school's beauty," whom I truly despise.
"How dare you sleep in my class?" He huffs, maybe the weight in his oversized belly is creating some breathing problems.
"Mr. Arata, are you okay? I think you should go to the hospital to check that breathing out," I say blankly, only uttering the words of concern that plague my mind.
If his face was already red, then I swear he might have turned orange for a second as he stomps over to me, the rest of the class muffling their laughter as he snatches me up and throws me outside of the class.
"Go tell the principal what you said and make sure to let your parents know I want to talk to them!" He shouts before slamming the door shut.
I guess people don't consider others' concerns.
Rubbing my butt as I walk down the hall, I know for a fact I wasn't going to tell the principal anything, and I'm surely not going to tell my dead parents anything. Plus, Grandpa is too old to come down from the mountains to attend some meeting with a teacher for the schizophrenic grandchild they dislike.
"What a waste of time," a girl coming towards me says, her sickening voice like a fork rubbing against a board.
Why does everyone have such a sickening voice?
However, as I continue to walk, the two girls coming my way, talking amongst themselves, the windows overseeing the bright blue skies turn dark, and their faces also contort, shifting in the dark as their eyes shine an eerie red light.
But the second I blink, it's gone.
Come on, stop acting up.
Pulling a bottle of pills out of my pocket, I plop two into my palms and swallow them down. But just as I bring my head down, they're already in front of me, their bodies no longer human but disfigured and covered in black matter that obscures some of their humane features.
Stepping back, I have no time to evade their long claws as they slice down at me. At that moment, the familiar snow-white skin catches my eye, the dancing waves of silver blocking my vision with the clank of metal as something blocks it.