How troublesome...
Yet another day of school... Dealing with the populars and the teachers, getting through the lessons, surviving throughout the day, just like every other day of my life; I hide myself from everyone else and, sometimes, dream about how would my life be if I just were to live in a different world other than this own.
Do you want to know where I would like to live? Well, for a start, I've always been a great fan of sci-fi, anime and manga, so there were a lot of places and characters I usually dream about, but there is this place I dream about more than any other, the world of Hetalia. Don't think I'm stupid, I know these places are purely fictional, but they are my only escape from the real world, the world that hates my existence and tries to turn it into Hell itself, so don't blame me.
As I was saying, a normal day of school, maybe a little worse than usual. The populars had been leaving me in peace for the last days, but, obviously, that peace had to come to an end. The cheerleaders felt (or, at least, I think they did) the need to bully me again; my mind didn't register what exactly happened, the only thing I remember is the roar of laughter that echoed in my ears and the 'snap' of photos being taken.
I started running to wherever my legs could take me. My refuge ended up being the girl's bathroom; I looked at the mirror and, from my feet to my head, I was covered in flour, my hair was full of spaghetti and that thing they call meat but no one really knows for sure what is. The urge to cry grew bigger than I was able to handle.

I don't know how much time has passed since I entered the bathroom to hide from those bullies, but it has certainly been awhile, I could tell so for my migraine and dry tears.
With a sniff, I raised my head at a strange sound that seemed to come from somewhere in the bathroom. Tiredly, I got up to look for the sound's source; I looked around, and I did find something, from one of the cabinets was coming a mysterious purple-ish light. My head was screaming at me to turn around and walk away; but, against my good sense and following both my curiosity and my thought of 'if something happens, no one will care either way', I opened the cabinet's door.
I felt myself being pulled from my feet and into the purple vortex; a yell left my lips as my body was pulled into the unknown, even though a thought didn't leave my head: 'It can't be worse than my life at this school!'

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" My scream was engulfed by the vortex of purple, pink and blue.