The class persisted in staring… boring holes into my very being. Thankfully, the teacher cleared her throat and the class looked her way.

"Well then, Kagamine-san, why don't you come back to the front of the room so the class can ask some questions?" The teacher said more like a command than a suggestion.

"Of course! My apologies," Rin said with a sudden vigor.

"She trotted back to the front of the room and spun around to face everyone, her black skirt flaring up a smidge in the process.

"So… any questions?" She asked sweetly.

Every hand shot up, including my own.

The teacher stared wide eyed at the sea of hands, "We can't spend all of class answering questions, so you'll have to ask later at your leisure."

Not a single hand dropped, but a few rose higher or were joined by another hand belonging to the same person.

"The teacher scanned the room, "XXXX! You may ask your question."

A dorky kid with glasses stood up, "What happened to your face?"

The teacher gave him a harsh glare, "Manners!"

Rin, on the other hand, was completely emotionless.

"I was a test subject," She answered bluntly.

I looked at her with disbelief; when the heel did this happen?

I strained to raise my hand higher.

The teacher looked across the room again, "XXX! You can ask a question politely."

A gangru girl with colorful hair stood up, "Why do you have a chainsaw strapped to your back?"

I noticed for the first time the gleaming four foot long chainsaw fastened to her back with what looked like to be surgical gauze.

To this question, Rin smiled, "It's a bit of the comfort item to me. It makes me feel safe knowing that I can kill anyone in this room who gives me trouble."

The girl grimaced, "is the supposed to be a threat?"

Rin gave a small (and possibly psychotic) smirk, "Only if you take it personally."

The girl tightened her hands into fists, but sat down.

I couldn't believe how Rin was acting; it's like she's a completely different person!

"Alright," The teacher said a bit uneasily, "XXXXXX, it's your turn to ask…"

A jock kid stood up, "What school did you come from?"

Rin switched from her psychotic demeanor to her previous sweet one, "Oh! I've never been to school before~!"

"Then where did-," He began but was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Only one question per person~," Rin said with a smile.

The jock irritably sat down.

"Well then!" The teacher said nervously, "Last question?"

I strained with all my might to raise my hand as high as possible.

"Hm… You may ask, Len, since you look like you're about to pop your arm out your socket," The teacher joked cautiously.

No one laughed.

I stood up slowly as I felt the whole class stare at me.

"Well?" Rin said with a cheerful tone.

"W-where have you been since you left?" I asked, cursing silently for stuttering.

She gave what should have been a warm smile, but was warped into a murderous grin because of the stitches on the corners of her mouth, "I'm glad you asked Len. Up to this day before I 'left' home, I've been living in a mental asylum."

Sorry the chapters for this story are so short!

I originally wrote this in a notebook so the 5 pages this took up are only 2 pages in Word =.=

This world is so depressing like that.

But maybe these chapters will get longer since I keep stopping them for unnecessary cliff hangers :3