I am SO sorry, I totally forgot to post it yesterday! Sorrysorrysorry! Let's just pretend the waiting will make you like this more :p
So yep, final chapter!
March, 8th
Dear Diary,
I'm still not completely used to this new life. I have a new house. Ginpachi-sensei is fostering me, and I'm living with him. Anego comes over a lot to be sure this useless pervert teacher is treating me well, but really he is. I'm helping him with the housework, he helps me with the homework. He gives me lots of idea to torture the Sadist, and as long as he doesn't see me doing them (or at least as long as no one notices he saw me), he gives me immunity!The latter one was to handcuff him to his table and to throw the key by the window. He'd been stuck there until evening when someone cut the handcuffs with pliers. His furious face was something I will never forget.
In the end, we're both orphans, both living under someone else's roof. My social assistant withdrew custody from my father (who looked relieved actually), and my brother was sentenced to 6 months of community service, after I deeply insisted that his sentence would not be too harsh. I sometimes meet him in the hallways, but he just ignores me. It's better that way.
March, 14th
Today's White Day. A stupid Japanese tradition where boys thanks girls who gave them chocolates with a present three times the value of their present. Usually I just don't bother and don't give anything back, but Hijikata became a drag, telling me I'd better give China something. She didn't gave me anything strictly speaking (I never had the chance to eat one of her chocolates) but worries... Well, 3 times, right?
I planned something more ambitious than whatever I ever did to her before. I slipped a letter in her shoebox, with a fake confession, telling her to go on the roof at noon. I did that to Zaki too (if something went wrong with my plans at least she'd think he was the author of the letter). At the lunch break, I displayed a ladder next to the door, stuck a ball on the gutter to pretend I was trying to get it back, I sent Zaki watching the wooonderful view from a spot where he couldn't see me, and I waited.
I didn't have to wait for too long (She was always chatting a bit when the break was starting), and when she opened the door, the ladder fell with a big noise. Anticipating where it would fall, I lied next to it.
At first, when she understood what happened, she pointed me while laughing loudly. Then, seeing I wasn't moving at all, she started worrying. Zaki also heard the noise and dashed towards me.
They both started to panick. When she checked if I was breathing, I held it. Zaki wanted to check my pulse, but I thought of that too : a small ball in my armpit, firmly pressed between my arm and my chest, and my pulse was just gone. This is when I heard her bursting into tears while Zaki was almost hysterical, wondering who to call, if it was better to hide the body and not tell anyone... (I'll remember this Zaki).
China asked Zaki if he could leave her alone for a moment, as she needed to calm down from the shock and think about what was the most responsible thing to do. As soon as the door closed, she stopped crying. She got up, thinking out loud that maybe she could throw my body over the roof and pretending I fell before she could get there... I must confess I was a bit scared at that point. And then a foot landed on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and China looked at me with a sadistic smile. "Look at that, I can bring back dead people to life!". My plan wasn't as perfect as I thought it was, I guess...She slapped me (hard) as a revenge, because she believed it for a while. To apologize for going this far (although I wasn't sorry at all, and even her looked more amused than angry), I'm taking her to the karaoke. Still an hour before we meet up there.
Why can't I suppress this stupid smile from my face?
April, 7th
Dear Diary,
A new year is starting.
Before the spring break, the Sadist and I went to the karaoke. Then later to the theatre. Downtown. To a café. To the amusement park.
Dear diary, it looks like he and I are dating. That doesn't mean that we stop making each other's life a living hell, just that we're spending more time together, sometimes holding hands, sometimes kissing.
Dear Diary,
When I first came here, I was scared of what kind of life I would have. I was scared to have no friend. Scared to be rejected.
Time passed, and I started to be scared of my own brother. Scared of my future.
But, dear diary, here I am now. I've got wonderful friends, I'm living with a good-for-nothing who is taking care of me, and I've got a boyfriend who isn't scared to fight me, to fight with me.
I am thankful that you've been my confident for all this time. Who knows what this new year will bring?
See you later, dear diary. I need to hurry : There's a table and a chair I absolutely need to glue on the ceiling before class starts!
The End.
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