Author's Note: omg, what the hell is wrong with my mind? Prepare yourselves, because I was in a weird, slightly angry yet energetic mood when I wrote this. Oh look, it's also written in first person .-.

Slight AU... dark beginning to E Class

Madness

~ Noticed ~

I didn't mean to get angry and yell...

I didn't intend to spill chemicals all over the counter top... And I never expected to..

Find pleasure in watching it melt... hear the cries of panic around me... watch as the teacher desperately tried to calm everyone down, sending me glares and yelling at me.

To think, a couple of little vials of liquids would cause such destruction... such chaos... Me, I never could cause much of a disturbance.. could never intimidate others, or be noticed.. but with this.. with science, and chemicals..

I was seen... feared... and I was mad.

I picked up more chemicals, and I mixed them together, watching the colors change, I looked to my fellow classmates, and moved as if to throw the contents of the beaker at them, and they all flinched back.

Serves them right. Now they know, they know all of their harmless little flinching games against me are terrifying.. I wonder, what will these chemicals do to their faces? Will it melt their flesh? Eat away at it until you can see their bones? Or will it do something worse? I want to know. I want to try.

Look, they're all trying to get out the door at once.. are they that scared? What a reaction. I'd like to put more fear in their hearts...

"Okuda-san!"

Oh, it's the Chairman, come to see what all the fuss is in Class A. Did you ever notice me before Chairman? Did you ever smile and think I did good? Ever wonder if I'd turn into a trouble maker? I bet you didn't.

You bastard. You don't care about me at all. You just care that I - no. Everybody in the damn, fucking school does better than E to study and stay on top.

Notice me now now, Chairman. Remember my face. Remember what I did to get here, how hard I worked to move from D class all the way to A. Look at how I've destroyed all of my work for your recognition.

Go ahead, suspend me.. send me to E.. write a letter to my parents... they won't read it. Not unless they know it's bad news. Because they don't ever notice me either. Not until I do something they don't like.

That's just what you do.

My parents get the letter, and they become furious with me.

They yell at me, and when they're tired of yelling they give me the cold shoulder... refuse me the right to eat, and lock the door for the evening.

I'm acknowledged, and I'm not.

It's tiring.

But when I'm in E... I will be noticed.

Someone will see me at last...

I can't wait for a new start.