Himi-San: I think someone else should tell the story today-
K-Chan: What about me? I'm awesome at telling stories!
KusuKusu: YA! K-Chan should tell the story!
Rythem: She ain't even in the damn story! It's either me, or Kusu-Chan!
Himi-San: I think you need to tell the story! And hoepfully, you don't suck as badly as your dumbass master, Nagi-San.
Nagehiko: SHUT UP, BITCH!
Himi-San: YOU MOTHER FU-
(THE FOLLOWING ARGUMENT HAS BEEN CUT OFF FOR THE SAFETY OF CHILDREN 14 AND UNDER)
Nagehiko: YOU'RE SO MEAN TO ME! *runs away crying*
Himi-San: *laughs* I love stomping over peoples dreams
(NOTE: This chapter is told in Rythem's point of view)
Nagehiko threw me inside his knapsack. It wasn't exactly comfortable, since Nagehiko kept kneeing it purposely. I kept shouting at him, but the stupid peice of crap he called a bookbag had a stronger sound barrier than I'd imagined. I felt so inclosed, but then, I sat still. I was able to here Nagi-San and Rima-San's conversation! I put my ear up to the jean leather flap, listening closely. This was all I heard:
Nagehiko: Can I tell you something, Rima-San?
Rima: Sure, what is it?
Nagehiko: Well yesterday when I got home from school, my bedroom windows had all been broken. I found this peice of black cloth on the floor with an arrow, pointing toward the closet. I opened it, and written in really creepy letters was: I'm watching you, Nagi-San.
Rima: Can we not talk about this? I'm just, paraniod.
Nagehiko: Well, what's wrong?
Rima: I can't tell you, or else you'll think I'm crazy.
Nagehiko: I promise I won't...promise.
Rima: Fine...last night, during the storm, I saw...a man.
Nagehiko: A man? What do you mean?
Rima: At the foot of my bed...there was a shadowy man...I couldn't see his face, but Kusu-Chan saw him too...and there was a flash, and he dissapeared.
Nagehiko: Well that's...odd!
Rima: You don't believe me do you?
Nadeshiko: I do, but it's just-
Nagehiko started running after Rima, so sound was so muffled, I could understand anything after that. I was thrown across the knapsack, and smushed into a book. I couldn't breath very well, nor could I call for help, since the bag was so soundproof. I was sinking further and further into the book's edge, farther and farther away from the light...
