Your life sucks
Everything sucks
No
The whole damn world sucks
"This is so boring." You sigh.
You are by yourself on the school's rooftop, sitting at the edge of the structure and swaying your leg. Enjoying the brilliant sunshine and the sound of the wind blowing from this location You looked down at your hand, which had a few cuts on it. You are aware of the cause. When you are in route to the dojo, a group of gangs approach you. It was 10 against. 1, so they had the advantage of the numbers. You win as always but of course, you receive some of their attack too.
They attack you for what reason? Well, you punch the bitch of the so called leader of the gang before, and it comes to you for a damn revenge.
The bell rang, signaling the start of your next class. You get up, put on your jacket, and proceed to your room.
Everyone was staring at you strangely, so you had a look at your outfit, which included a white long sleeve and a skirt with jogging pants underneath.
Well, yeah...
It's actually weird.
It's not like you don't feel comfortable wearing a skirt, but if you exclusively wear those things, your thigh just has a few wounds that are visible. And you don't want those damn species to spot you in that state.
You finally enter the room after some difficulty due to your sore body, and everyone is staring at you with distaste and raising their eyebrows. You sat at your desk and paid none of them any attention.
Every species in this room hate you.
Come to think of it, your family feel the same. There is a secret your family is keeping from you. And you wonder what it is.
Nah, the whole world hate you.
For what reason?
They say, you're a bitch. You're mother say, you're a disrespectful daughter. You're teacher say you're impolite and rude.
Is it true?
Who knows.
You felt a touch pass your back as you were sitting on your chair in silence, waiting for your teacher. Most likely, it was another bully, a weak bully. You ignored them, but something doesn't seem right. You aren't that stupid to not know that they were making fun of you while they were laughing in silence. It occurs to you to question why they were laughing at that. You then get the peace of paper at your back and read in mind what was written on it.
SLUT
"HAHAHAHA!"
Your classmates burst into laughter when they saw you reading the paper. You look at the weirdos and think, 'What's funny?' Then your gaze landed on the boy who probably wrote it. He's laughing like it was the best joke in the world.
"If you're going to put a stupid thing like this again in my back, please be creative, okay?"You sigh, crampling the paper. "I mean, I've always heard this word since five."
You lean your head toward the boy. You smirk at him and say, "Next time, write this; Hot Sexy Slut." A vein appear at his forehead.
"Bitch!"
A girl was standing by his side and was about to slap you when you grabbed her arm to stop it from hitting your lovely face.
"Correction; Hot sexy bitch"
She greeted her teeth in annoyance, and suddenly, the bitchy boyfriend punched you in the chin, causing you to stand back. You let out a groan. The punch from the gang yesterday was still aching and this bastard made it worse. You didn't notice five of your classmates were now circling you. Probably the bastard's friends.
"Now, now. Our sweet teacher will probably come in any second. We don't want her to see us in this situation, don't we?" You sigh, dusting your uniform.
He charged at you and yelled, "Who cares about the damn teacher, I'll kill you right here!" Avoiding a battle with him is your plan. For nearly two minutes, you simply avoid their hits. And they become weary.
The other boy said, "What the hell are you doing?! You can do better than this!"
"Exactly" you agree. "Because I don't want to drag a corpse to the clinic after this."
"You fucking bitch!"
"Like what i've said, it is hot sex-"
He tried to kick you, but you caught his leg, causing him to lose balance and fell on his butt. The five boys approach you, and you kick one of them in the leg to dissuade them from engaging you once again.
Some of your classmates are applauding you while others are stepping aside. Kick there, and punch here. You're trying to avoid hurting them too badly by focusing on their legs.
The group's leader picks up the broken desk and carefully approaches you, who are still engaged in combat with the other five. You being a woman is useless to him. If you are the valedictorian there, he doesn't care. He doesn't give a damn if you're the third-best genius in the entire University. Because of your nasty mouth, he is annoyed at you.
You kick the last one standing before he let out a cry touching his legs. The five were currently on their butts, holding onto their legs and knees. You were yelled at by the entire class, with some students laughing and the majority swearing angrily.
"Fuck you!" shouted one of the boys.
"Yeah yeah, I know." you wave your hand. That make him through a sweet curses at you.
You just need to deal with their leader. Really, you don't want to fight them at this time. At that point, your head receives a powerful smash, sending you to your knees. You became silent for a moment blinking your eyes multiple times. That's when you feel a warm liquid running on your temple. When you touched it, blood was splattered on your hand. Oh, dear.
Everyone gasp holding their breath.
"Hey Semio..." someone's call. "Do you think you're going to far?"
"Serves her right" the boy replied.
You turn to face the man who is clutching a bloody, broken desk. Your head was spinning from the hit. The fuzzy vision made it difficult for you to stand up, so you held yourself against the nearest chair
Where the hell is your teacher?
She's supposed to be here now.
Did they truly despise you so much? Maybe. Now, the entire class was debating whether to put you on the clinic or not. Only 5% of them agreed, while the majority did not. It will not kill you anyway so you think it's fine. As your eyes settled on the floor, you noticed something black. You carefully examine it, and as you pick it up and realize what it is, a smirk spreads across your lips.
"Hey... she's b-bleeding. Should we get her to c-clinic?"
"Try it, and your next" the boy who smash you threaten with a cold voice.
You sigh loudly causing the whole class to look at you. You are sitting on the floor and leaning on the chair, your hand was resting on your stomach and your eyes was on the ceiling.
"I'm hungry..." you shamelessly said.
Your teacher finally entered the room at that point after being almost 30 minutes late. Except for you and the five boys whose legs you broke, everyone is sitting upright.
"What happened?" Your useless late history teacher asks.
The boy who smacked you pointed stupidly at you and said, "Miss! It's her." You bother yourself by moving your mouth.
You started to say, "Miss, it's just-" when the entire class raised a hand to point at you. You laughed, apparently used to this situation.
"Miss L/n." your teacher slowly call, eyes narrowed. "Follow me outside. And If any of you follow us, you will face the same consequence that I'll give to her." she says and leave the room.
What's new?
You forced yourself to stand and fix your jacket. You slowly walk towards the door. Your classmates following you by their looks. But before you left, you look at a certain boy then show him the black card that you pick before, holding it on your index and middle finger while smirking.
"YOU FCKING BITCH! I HOPE YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL LEAD YOU TO DEATH!!!"
What is he a damn elementary child?
"What's that?"your teacher look at you.
"Nothing."
You turn to face the person in front of you as she starts to walk again from somewhere. She is your history teacher and bro, her subject is getting your boredom raise to 100 percent. In the first day, you thought that she's like the type of teacher who shoot anyone who doesn't paid attention of the class but you're completely wrong. Even though the second semester has already begun, she is still acting in this manner. You should just thank every kami on Earth for providing you with this kind of teacher, as she is less of a hassle, rather than stressing out about it.
As you struggle to move, you sigh once more. You wondered what you would do following class. You're probably going to work, then. But no, you recall that your boss give you a day off. Perhaps you should go to dojo? No, you're exhausted. You simply want to rest today.
Since it was still a class period, the hallway was quiet. When you observed the two of you passing a well-known room through the window, you noticed its inside. You direct your attention to a specific person, and when you see him, you raise your middle finger and smirk at him. A vein pop out on his temple then you continue following your teacher like a good girl.
You two come to a stop in front of the school statue. She has lengthy hair that reaches her thigh. Around the statue is a fountain of water. But the famous thing of her is because she's faceless that's why you can't quite read her face. Still, there's an emotion you can see in her faceless face. Sheseems to be... sad? or happy. You're not really sure, and you could care less.
She's staring at the statue and you do the same. The only sound you could hear was the wind blowing side to side; nothing else could be heard to disrupt the calm and quiet-
Grumble!
Fuck
Your teacher look at you with a deadpan expression and you smile sheepishly.
She closes her eyes, the force one like she's stopping herself from doing something.
"Are you really like that?" she asked out of the blue.
You blink not knowing what to answer.
"No, it's just... I didn't eat breakfast toda-"
She sighs, "Not that." Your mouth turn to O. "I mean yourself. Are you really that sort of person? You'll attend class but you're sleeping through the entire discussion. You'll only wake up if it's a quiz, but since you got an A, I don't blame you. Sometimes you'll only attend if it's an examination, and sometimes...no, not sometimes, but always. You'll always attend my class, your full of bruises."
She noticed it?
"Do you feel...pity on me?" you sweatdrop "Wow, that's new..."
"No I don't."
What a cold hearted witch.
She look at the statue again.
"They say that this statue is 800 years old." She began "There is a strong young woman who is living in another world. She is strong and has this power that can create a portal and travel to another place without intervening the space; you could say that it was also like teleportation. She can only travel from one place to another place because she's not strong enough to create a portal that can lead her to another world"
"She travel the world as a pirate and known as one of the notorious pirate in the Great Pirate Era. It happens that one day, she committed an unforgivable crime."
"Being a pirate is already a crime" you replied.
"Nope. They say that she kill their Captain."
"She later ran away from her crew, but they eventually located her on a particular island. Rumor has it that they shot her, but she smiled instead of crying, which infuriated the crew because they thought they had invited a crazy woman on the crew. After the crew left the island, she eventually created a portal to another world and vanished."
You raise your brow after hearing it all.
"And what does it concerned about me?" you asked and walked closely to the fountain admiring the clear view of the water. She ignored you and continue.
"What do you think about... this world?" she ask in your back.
"This world?...," you breathe in and look at the blue sky, a smile plastered on your face ",sucks and boring."
"Do you want to leave this world?"
You turned your gaze at her facing your back at the statue. "Leave this world? Pffft! You must be kidding me."
"I'm not." she simply replied and suddenly, she stretched her arm towards you and pushes you to the water.
"What?!" you manage to replied and you saw her smile before the water splash you.
You soon realized that you would pass out when you noticed the water getting darker. And that was you truly sure that you're not on the fountain anymore, but rather in the deep blue sea, sinking into the deep dark water
.
When the water finally starts to enter your mouth, you slowly close your eyes, as the dark was slowly embracing you.
You will murder your damn history teacher, whose name you couldn't even remember if you saw her again.
︙I sincerely apologize for the grammatical error above. English is not my native language so it explains why my work has this kind of shits.