Third person POV
Pico ran through the halls, his brown hair bounced as he sprinted.
"Crap, I'm going to die! I don't wanna!"
His adversaries continued following him, not giving a damn about his cries for help.
"Please go away!" he screamed, although it was barely distinguishable from a "gibbie gaaahhhh" or a "yahya jijibaaaaa"; you know.
Despite his best effort, Pico could not shake off his pursuers. Why? Let's go back a little bit, shall we?
2 HOURS AGO...
"Perish, Chen!"
"No, you perish, Max!"
The clash of fists was enough to cause a shockwave that shook the very fabric of space-time. That moment was just a normal fight for Pico. Just a normal scene with some normal people. Normal.... Normal...
"Guys, chill out. Fight night's later. You can kill each other then."
The two boys turned, looked, and laughed.
"Haha, man Pico, you know really when to say things. Now go away," said Max, his tattered and worn uniform barely hanging to dear life.
"Yeah, I heard you got sick just three years ago. I don't want to get sick, Pico! What if it was contagious?! Huh?! Then what would I do? Not train? Not possible!" barked the second boy, Chen.
Chen and Max had been frenemies since forever and had always been butting heads, yet Pico could never tell if they even disliked each other at all.
"Guys, I'm the only person brave enough to even get close to you guys," replied Pico, just trying to not be crushed under falling debris from their battles.
They both turned away and started throwing various martial arts moves at each other which, to the untrained eye, looked very cool, but from Pico's point of view, it was sluggish and unskilled slop. Now, Pico was never a fighter, but he's no pushover either. He can fight when he wants to (which is never because he doesn't want anybody to know that he's a pacifist). Pico had always had a talent for thinking ahead, and he could predict who would get hit first very easily. It was like watching a fight from a movie he had seen far too many times.
"Alright then," he said before continuing on with his walk through the school.
"I wonder if Pico's gonna change his name when he turns eighteen?"
"Dunno, he seems pretty chill with it."
"NO. WAY. His name is ass. It sounds like a wet fart that came out of a zebra's mouth."
Pico was used to hearing weird things like that, mainly about his less-than-ideal name. Pico had never been fond of his name, but it was never a problem like it was to Luke and Lily Lithium.
"Pico!" came a voice from behind.
"Crap..."
"Pico, wassup dude?"
"Wassup..." Pico said unenthusiastically.
"Thought about changing up the name?"
"Can't do it yet."
"Cool cool, I'll see you later, BUDDY," he whispered aggressively in Pico's ear as he slapped him hard on the back.
That was Luke Lithium. He's not popular but not unpopular, but he's a bit of a dick regardless. He is a low-ranking member of a smaller gang that controls the park outside of town. Pico couldn't quite remember the name; something like "The Super-Dupers" or something stupid like that.
"I hate my school."
Suddenly, there was an alarm.
"It is 100% a drill."
"Not a drill. Beep-beep. Not a drill. Beep-beep."
"Oh, okay. That's new."
Soon enough, it fizzled out like Pico's will to remain in school and to not run away.
"Weird. Normally it just keeps going until after a couple minutes. Who am I even talking to?!" muttered Pico.
After a bit more walking, Pico passed the principal's office.
"Who would stain the glass into their office blood red? I hope it ain't blood. Who knows with this school? It looks like it's been splashed on from the inside. Eh, whatever."
After even more walking, Pico finally arrived at his class: "Room 7B: Class for Powerless Students."
"Here we are. My classroom. The class for weaklings like me. In a school run by powered gang leaders and katana-wielding brawlers, it's kind of nice to be with some normal kids my age who won't try to kill me."
Pico's first day in Year 9 had just begun and was not having any more "bloody nonsense," as his weirdly posh neighbor had told him to think to himself.
He reached for the rusted and brown doorknob and twisted. Inside, he saw some of his friends, not many because he doesn't have many (simple math), but someone caught his eye—a new kid, one he had never seen before. Weird, but okay. He thought. For now...
He took his seat and sat down for about three seconds until he noticed the snake, so he moved to another seat.
"Here we go again. I hate my school."
Next to him was Tommy Buckleaf. He was the captain of the chess club until it was found out that he was smuggling a chess performance-enhancing drug through pieces. Somehow, I guess?
Now, Pico was used to gunshots, but not right in his ear. That's because he had never gotten close to any gang crap. He hated it. But he had just watched someone get shot. Right in front of him.
What the-
To be continued... Ooooohhhh...
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