Prompt: "divided" and "shell"


Everyone was rather shell-shocked when I got ranked first in the end of the year exams. (Well, except Near. He didn't really seem fazed. He just said "congratulations" and acted as if it were a somewhat normal occurence. But who knows what was actually going on in that head of his.)

They could all see that Mello was absolutely murderous. All those who were terrified took his side and ratted out any hiding place I could find to keep him from attacking them. All those who thought he was being ridiculous happened to be our age. And Near.

So, Wammy's had divided itself pretty unevenly. It was Mello and the younger kids against me and the older kids, with Near being the only one to consider himself not a part of the argument.

After a month of avoiding him, I finally got fed up and reminded him that it was his fault in the first place; I never wanted to study but he made me, and if he had just let me slack off in peace this never would have happened.

He punched me.

But he did calm down and let me back in our room without too much pain, so I'd say the argument was resolved. Somewhat. You know, after he took me bowling.