Okay, so, I was bored, I couldn't think of what to do for my next chapter and I had hot chocolate before bed so my brain goes all, "Hey! Why not come up with a random dream!" And that's how this story came about. I will write my friends because this is what happens but I'll change their names slightly so that people won't be known as they are in real life, unless you're from our school. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to turn this into a full story but I realised it would actually be easier that way. I will continue with 'One Hell of a Mage' because I know people like that story too. The name I use as myself in the story is purely for the story.

Viridian's POV

Late for the bus again! I dashed down the London streets, nearly getting hit by a taxi, hearing the driver bark a curse at me. I ignored him and charged for the red bus, my back pack slung over one shoulder and the key chains clinking against each other. I skidded to a halt outside the bus doors before the doors closed, I slammed by bus pass on the reader then tried to walk up the stairs to the top deck nonchalantly, failing miserably as the bus started up and almost sent me tumbling down if not for my tight grip on the railing. I pulled myself back up and sighed, hearing my black school shoes thump against the floor.

I ignored the people that I knew from my school and sat down near the back, taking my phone out to listen to my music. I internally groaned. So do headphones literally just intentionally try to tangle themselves in my pockets? I always feel like timing myself when I untie my headphones but I'm never bothered to. I sighed when I finally untangled the infuriating things before beginning to listen to my music with my head against the window like I was in some over dramatic video.

By the way, the names Viridian, well my taken name, but you can call me Viri. My given name's what my friends call me but for the purposes of this story they'll be calling my an alias, not that you aren't my friends, I'm sure you're awesome. Well you can't really talk to me while you reading this either, I'll just pretend though. I'm in year eight, to some which is known as the year of untimely death as things start to change dramatically. School is likely to be the best thing in your life, or the worst, depends on which side you see things, either way, it's usually boring because of well… the actual school work. I just happened to have really weird friends. First there's Kenneth, his initials spell Ki but we don't call him that, a Narutard to the core. Weirdest person ever yet still one of my best friends, practically a brother. Um… His girlfriend, Rio, total opposite from the loud fake brother I have, a quiet girl she was, still they were cute together. The two Filipinos were happy so I was happy. It was practically imaginary law, you stay with you own kind, that was just really weird and bad in so many ways, not mentioning who said it. I didn't really care. I was just one of those people who flitted from group to group. I was a nerdy Filipino otaku basically who uses a Portuguese alias. My best friend Nicole here too. Like when we became friends in Re I was like "Yay! Someone who accepts my craziness!"

Everyone had weirdness right? Kenneth and I have otakuness, Rio had quietness, which is good in some cases, Nicole's a blonde half Chinese and Russian and I can go on and on about my friends but I'd rather tell the story, because, that's what you came here for right? What? Came here by accident? Might as well stay if you want…

"HELLLOOOO!" Kenneth shouted in my ear, causing me to side step away from him. "You in theeerreee?"

"Yes," I replied very bluntly. "No need to shout." Nicole chuckled.

"Fiiiinnnnneeee!" he said still shouting. I squinted my eyes at him. "Don't go all Asian on me…" my eyes widened. I forgot to do my homework, I don't know how it reminded me of that.

"Be right"- I was pretty sure they didn't hear the last word because I had already zoomed of to copy someone's homework. "Jesse!" I found one my classmates and grabbed onto his blazer. "He lpem with homework please!" He was this African boy with a very British accent, whose hair seemed magical to me and Nicole although he denied all claims.

"You never do your homework do you?" Actually, I do my homework just sometimes I forget to do it. I scowled at him. "Fine." He slung his bag down and pulled out his book. "Don't copy it exactly," he said. I thanked him quickly before returning to the bench where Nicole sat, Kenneth had already left to go to form.

"By the way did you do the"-

"NO!" I laughed then opened up the book.

The bell went literally two seconds after we had finished our work. Nicole tucked the books into her bag as I ran to return Jesse his book, luckily Nicole and I had the same schedule so we could blame each other for losing our books yet it never happened.

"Catch!" I zoomed past Jesse dropping the book two centimetres above his hands. I ran to form knowing that Nicole was more responsible than me so she'd have my book.

Registration. Announcements. New students. Basic routine.

I met Nicole half way between the way to class as even though our schedules were the same, unfortunately we weren't in the same form. As I mentioned before, I am an otaku. Nicole likes anime but she wasn't an extremist like me. I shoot out random quotes and references okay? What was next ICT? I actually liked ICT because I got to sit in like 'the trusted corner' but that meant I sat away from Nicole, not that she wasn't trusted though because she's like one of the most likeable people ever.

I walked into the classroom slowly and literally froze when I saw the teacher. He looked like some guy from a manga I read, Black Butler. People think it's racist but it's not! Anyway, he looked like the shinigami, William T. Spears… If this guy was anything like him, then I knew like from that very moment that I would be screwed. I sat down in my seat next to Saskia and took out my things, my face holding the most mortified expression ever as I hid behind a Black Butler book, not the very best choice because of the situation but alright, I was just scared.

"What wrong with you?" Saskia whispered. "It's just a supply teacher, usually you'd be celebrating," I coughed.

"Well uh… not this one," I whimpered.

"Why?"

"Excuse me!" The teachers voice rang out loud and clear. "Would you cease your useless chatter? Especially you behind the book. What's your name?" Even though I was hidden behind the manga, I knew that he was pointing a black gloved finger at me. I could practically feel it shooting lasers into my head.

"Viridian…" I said.

"Full name."

"Viridian San Dero…" Yeah, make fun of me being a Filipina here looking Korean and having a Spanish sounding surname.

"I see…" he adjusted his glasses, with a clicking sound, I just wonder how do people get their glasses to click when they adjust them seriously! I want to do that. "I'll remember that," he turned away. "I shall being the lesson with a few rules." Oh hell nah! I just have this woman popping up in my head saying that whenever something like that happens, always making me miss most of the crucial information. "My teaching email is on the board," he pointed at it with his death scythe, earning scared looks from all the students. "I request that once all your work is finished that you send it to me at the end of the lesson." Hm… He put his email up on the board for us? I know what to do. An evil smile grew on my face as I turned to Nicole at the near back of the classroom. "Please head off to you designate computers." He adjusted his glasses with that clicking sound that made me so envious and pretended like he didn't acknowledge the class being there.

There was a scramble for the computers while I simply walked calmly to my area whilst everyone else switched seats. I sighed and logged onto the computer to see Nicole sitting next to me.

"That's a bit naughty isn't it?" I laughed. "Not sitting in your 'designated seat?" I quoted, making her laugh as well.

"That teacher looks like William from Black Butler," I looked at her with a 'NAAAAWWWW! YOU DON'T SAY' look.

"Then…let's mess with him," the evil smile re-emerged on my lips. I almost squealed when the computer had finished logging on. I switched straight onto

"What are you doing?" James said next to me as his computer logged on as well. The same with Nicole.

"Just watch," I turned the screen away from them for a second and took my phone out and put it on record, letting it peer over the small barrier to aim at where 'Mr. Spears' was sitting. "Let the games begin." I paused as the three of us looked over. "3,2,1…" Williams face grew extreeeeemely pale before turning as red as the chairs. He stood up and tried to race out of the room, grabbing the door handle. He pulled on it but it wouldn't opened, his face was totally flushed with embarrassment! I stood up, trying to keep up a straight face while Nicole and James were busy laughing. I walked over to 'Mr. Spears' and unlocked the door, opened it clearly as the rest of the class watched me usher him out for him to rush outside. "My work here is done!" I dusted my hands off and sat back down, hearing the roaring laughter of the class.

"Wha-What did you do?" Nicole stuttered, the laughter interrupting her words.

"Sent him an M-rate Grelliam story!" I burst into laughter, "I didn't even read the story, just looked at the tags and sent it!" I pushed my head down as my fist punched the desk.

After two hours of ICT, I literally ran outside of the classroom, falling face first on the floor in exhaustion four metres away from the door. Nicole looked down at me and nudged my tired form with her shoe. I still felt the array of people stepping over me and watching me.

"Nngh…" was all I could muster. Nicole helped me up and gave me a tissue to wipe my face which had attracted dust. "That was the worst yet best ICT lesson…Ever… I think I'll join the dust," before I could drop again Nicole pulled on my arm.

"Did you see the teacher though!" she said. "Mr. Spears? Hello? William T. Spears from"-

"That's the problem!" I scream, tugging on the lapel of her green blazer even though she was way taller than me, not that I was short because I was taller than some of my friends but in turn she was just tall. "It's William T. Spears for crying out loud. I know it's awesome but what if it isn't just a coincidence that he looks exactly like the manga character and has the same name. What if it really is him? Like did you see when he pointed to the board? Hello? Death scythe!"

"You mean as if Toboso based the character on him?" Kenneth appeared out of nowhere scaring the right hell out of me.

"Don't do that!" I weakly punched his arm. "Look, who was your last teacher?"

"Some over the top red head?" he said. My eyes widened. "His name was um well supposed to be Mr. but he made us refer to him as Ms. Sutcliff," he shivered.

"Right there!" I yelled. "Grell Sutcliff! Red head flamboyant reaper who loves his face! This is serious though!" I didn't know how it just felt like it. "What if they are real? Shinigami and demons? Supernatural beings?" I could've fainted right there with all the pressure that was weighing down my head. The added scolding from William having effects on me too. "We've got to be careful," I paused.

"If he allegedly is a reaper, what is he doing in our school?" Kenneth folded his arms, though he wasn't one for going deep into a subject that much we were at level six of the subject.

"I don't know… But I want to find out!" I pumped my fist in the air, drawing attention to us, drawing attention to us, realising this I lowered my hand.

I am basically this crazy girl who drags people into my own situations. But if you don't want to come with that's cool, I don't need someone who will walk out on me.

"So…" I sat at the bench with Nicole and Kenneth. "What would a reaper be doing here?" Kenneth asked.

"Well, let's see," I turned on my phone, hiding it behind my jacket since it was against school rules. "Shinigami or Grim Reapers are neutral supernatural beings who review lists of individuals about to die. The Shinigami Dispatch Society handles the dispatch of Shinigami for reviewing and reaping souls. Shinigami review souls based on lists given to them by other departments. It is understood that these lists are given out well before the individuals actually die, having some ability to foresee the future. They are not permitted to kill people not on these death lists which are also called soul collection lists," I looked up to see if anyone was watching. "Shinigami seem to be allocated to various locations based on an unseen, but frequently referenced, Personnel Department. It is their job to review areas where people are dying and review their lives, which they have a variety of info on including the person's name, family, cause of death and a couple of other notes," hopefully I still had their attention. "It is their job to remain neutral and emotionless, only intending to judge and collect soul. It is understood that most dying humans are allowed to die, unless their existence is beneficial to the world, which rarely happens."

"And you saved all of that on your phone?" I averted their eyes for a second.

"Yes…" Like I said, obsessed. "So if a shinigami's in our school… does that mean someone's going to die?" I looked up at the sound of the bell. Break had finished way too quickly. Next was RE. Luckily I did do my homework for this so with Kenneth walking the other direction.

I seriously didn't realise how tired I was! I've never fallen asleep in class, my head and my desk are just in a beautiful friendship…while my eyes are closed but my ears are on guard. Thud. My head greeted the desk with a hand, no, headshake. I felt a kick to my leg as I shot up. Daisy looked at me and pointed at my hair which had already turned into a dishevelled nest. I fixed my hair before seeing the next teacher. Good lord, I was about to die. I hid under the desk and hid my squeals away as Daisy tried to cover for me by putting her bag on my desk.

"Good morning," the black haired teacher said, his red eyes glinting as he smiled. "I am Mr. Michaelis." That name! I rose , hitting my head on the desk before coming out properly. His red eyes behind his oval glasses flicked towards me. "Are you alright miss?"

"I-I'm fine," I stuttered noticing Nicole and Ankit laughing at me. I took out my Re book and hid behind it, the orange book complementing how red my face must have been. Sebastian Michaelis is my RE teacher? I think I'm going to die… I'd rather have him steal my soul… But he's and RE teacher? And he's a demon! Oh good lord! My sides were hurting from contained laughter.

"The speakers haven't been working today so I shall deliver the message. Multiple teachers have not come into school today so I shall be your teacher," it wasn't just William, Sebastian and Grell? Were more people coming our dimension? "Please be quiet as I call out the register," my mind raced with questions before hearing my name. "Viridian Cai?" The class burst into laughter. It was just my middle name, seriously!

"It's just Viridian," I said with my hand raised. He nodded then finished off the last three names.

"Before I forget," he said "There are no more French, Spanish or German classes." I sighed. I really liked Spanish. "Instead there will be Latin and Greek." What did he just say? Latin and Greek? Correction of my last statement. I'd rather learn Latin.

I normally don't write this much I think. My other story's chapters were only two thousand words and this was about three thousand. I think it's because I really liked writing this story because I had characters that were based of real people. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, please leave review or follow because I will be writing so much more now that I have this new found inspiration. This Asian's out. (-_-)