Hi people! How's it going? This is your beloved sorceress CRSWoodferns with a FIVE-SHOT.

Basically, this is a random 'series' I wrote on my question papers when I completed my exam way too early, haha. And how could I NOT post something THAT random? XD

One last note before the 'Go read!' part, this is all in Hilary's POV. Now…

GO READ!

Hello people, I'm Hilary Tachibana. We've got an hour to waste before I get out of this place. This exam hall. This weird classroom of 10th D, those untidy and havoc-wrecking people. Ha, they're our so-called 'seniors'. We're always told to look up to the seniors by the teachers, but them?

No thanks.

Back to the topic.

This is a note for the reader-. But hey, this brings us to a very good question. Who are the people reading this, anyway? I mean, all I'm doing is killing time, and acting as if someone will read it?

Okay, so YOU, the reader, living or dead, virtual or real, wise or otherwise, this is a note for you: If you ever come to my school, do NOT roam around. Chances are that when you know what's happening, you have been sold to traffickers.

That's some extreme exaggeration. Who'd believe this?

Okay, you could wait for me on the football ground if you arrive before lunch: That's my second home. Never thought of me as the football type, eh?

This is beginning to sound like a this is a diary entry or something. Well, in a way, it is. Except when writing real diaries, you don't have to write on the back of an exam question paper, you don't necessarily write to pass the time, and you don't have teachers glaring at you for breaking their favourite rule: do not let kids write anything on the question paper.

Well, but there are exceptions in every case, right?

Here, we've successfully wasted fifteen minutes. Holy shit, I've rambled this much!?

…..

Hi. I'm back. No, I didn't go for a washroom break or anything, I was staring at the clock, making sure it wasn't haunted or something.

Yes, I'm scared of clocks. Especially the ones with those swinging pendulums. I get all paranoid with all that ticking, and start to imagine all sorts of creepy things.

One such creepy theory of mine is: there is a demon attached to the back of every person's head. Negative thoughts are a result of the demon. burrowing, trying to get inside your head. Nobody, other than the person himself, can see the demon. You do see it sometimes, from the corner of your eye. Those fleeting shadows, the dark figure that vanishes when you as much as even glance… it's that thing.

Wow, on a scale of 1 to 48, how believable is this theory?

Well, I'd rate it a minus twelve.

So, including the clock-staring and theory stating, the tally is: 20 minutes to freedom. Oh boi… this is the first exam! How am I supposed to survive here? Couldn't they have seated us in our own classrooms?

It's another topic of discussion that we might involve ourselves in teamwork 😊

I see Mariah calling me. Yes, Mariah, what question do you need?

As it turns out, she doesn't need any answer. So we played rock, paper, scissors sitting three rows away from each other.

We passed the time, I lost (the cheater claims that paper cannot beat rock because it doesn't happen in real life), and we've got five minutes left.

Yippie! The answer sheets have been submitted and we are ready to march to our freedom. FREEDOM!

We did it today, and we'll do it tomorrow. And after that. And after that. And for the one after that. Till then, good luck Hilary~

Wow, this was so much fun to write in the exam hall, and even more to type it up right now.

I WILL update this early, I have the content written already, just have to type, haha. Say what? Do you want Friday updates for this one, too?

Anyways, review

And keep sending in the love!

CRSW~