Hey. Hannah here. I'm not taking a break from work… not at all… you never saw me. I'm in sunny Singapore, on my farm, halfway through watering the crops. It's hard work, let me tell you that!

My small farm grows tomatoes, of which I love, and sweetcorn. Pretty much gets me by. And if you really wish to know, the name of my farm is Alice of Human Sacrifice. There's no need to get into the history of the name…

Just blame Vocaloid, okay?

ANYWAY. Off of that, I wasn't able to attend the Opposition Parties' rally, so I just watched it on telly. Then I got back to work… and now I'm taking a break again. Well, it's not a break, as such. I was drawing a new version of the picture I pin onto the sign that announces that you have just arrived on my farm.

Not that anyone actually comes to my farm. If they did, I'd be talking to someone else, not myself. So shoot me for being a loner.

I suppose it is my fault though. I am the one who keeps to myself, ignores everyone else, the girl who plays Pokemon and listens to really depressing music… I have a sad life. Hardly my fault, that one. It's what I like.

Why the hell am I contradicting myself?

I prefer drawing and writing to farming, but hey, this is what I do. Thanks to my grandparents and my parents, I had already wangled this land for myself. Luckily. It's a rare thing, inheriting a farm. Everyone else usually has to buy theirs.

Maybe that's why they hate me so much.

On the plus side, learning how to farm through the GR and all of my books is a bonus. I do like to go shopping, but hey ho, it's time to go to school.

I stopped drawing and put the picture safely in my schoolbag to finish at school, wound up the hose and hung it back on the wall, and went to the small house to lock up. It's nothing to be proud of, just a small shack with a bed and a kitchen and a bathroom. Everything I need. Calendar, phone, and TV.

I smiled at the posters hanging on my wall, blew a kiss to the one of Adam Gontier (yes, I'm a freak, so zip it) and shut the door, and locked it.

"See you later," I whispered to no one.

School bells. I hate them. Remind me of funeral bells. Loud and depressing.

I pushed my way through the throng of people at the entrance so I could get to my first class, 'Making Good Crops' early and finish off my picture. I only had two more Alice's to draw, for God's sake! It would hardly take a few minutes.

I got to my classroom and sighed in relief. Thankfully, it was empty of students and teachers alike, so I had about ten minutes until our teacher came in and began setting up for the lesson. I threw my bag under my desk and retrieved the paper from the front pocket. It had escaped unharmed, so I got out my pencil case and continued on the fourth Alice-please note that the fourth Alice is two people, a brother and a sister.

Ten minutes passed too quickly for my liking, and when the teacher strode in whistling, I hid my paper from him, but he just smiled at me.

"Drawing a new sign for the farm? It's that time of the year," he sighed, chatting to me as if I was just anyone. "In fact, I'm just starting on mine…"

"I might come and see your drawing skills," I chuckled, joking with him. He seemed to take me seriously though.

"Ah, you won't want to. It'll shrivel your brains up…" he muttered to himself as he got all of the equipment needed for the class out.

I blinked several times in confusion before shaking my head and getting my essay out from my homework. How I managed to finish it I don't know. Everyone else had started to pour into the classroom, laughing and talking to their friends, not giving me the slightest glance as I made some slight adjustments to my first of the two fourth Alice. Ah, well.

The teacher rammed his knuckles on the table, the class was silenced, and the lesson began.

"Whew, that was boring," I said to myself as I ran from the classroom to break. I liked to get out of the classroom first so I could avoid the riots going on in the corridors.

However, I was hardly lucky today.

"Oi, Z!"

Oh, crap. It was him. The big boy who had decided to pick on me ever since I started high school loomed over me as he strode over with the large, over-confident steps of a school bully. Everyone was scared shitless of him.

"I'm aware that I have a first name," I snapped at him. He chuckled.

"You don't need a first name, because you're no one here," he laughed. The classes had formed a interested circle around our battle, leaving me with nowhere to escape without looking like a coward.

"Screw off," I said amiably. The circle snickered, but immediately shut up when he glared at them.

"No one tells me to do that and gets away with it!" he roared, and pushed me straight through the crowd, while I was holding the picture. Since I had broken through the circle, I turned and fled before he could do anything else to me.

And I promptly crashed into a boy my age. He was familiar, but it wasn't half embarrassing when I knocked him to the floor.

"Oh crap, sorry!" I apologised, before I noticed two halves of a precious piece of paper fluttering to the floor, and I felt sick. "My picture!"

"What happened?" The boy asked as he got up, dusting himself.

"Oh." That boy said when he saw Seiki run over.

"Barzini to the rescue..." I heard he mutter as he stepped forward.

"Hey! Seiki!" That boy, supposedly called Barzini, shouted, and that large boy stopped dead in front of him.

"Out of the way, Barzini." He growled.

"You know that girl who is in the class in that opposite block? We've become quite the good friends. Do you know that?" He said calmly and Seiki's face turned red.

"Are you threatening-" Seiki growled but Barzini cut in.

"I suppose I am. Well?" Barzini stepped forward, and looked up at the towering bully.

Suddenly, to my amusement, his eyes welled up in tears as he started to hyper-ventilate and stormed away.

"Wow, that was a neat trick. What girl?" I asked that boy, hoping for a pointer or two.

"You don't know? Goodness! Sit down. This is Diane, Cheyenne and Xenia." He gestured at the girls seated at the round table, who shook my hand.

"Now, the girl that Seiki likes, I have known her for sometime. Not as long at Seiki, but we are good friends." That fairly-friendly Barzini said, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

"Funny how he hits on every girl he sees." Cheyenne said cheerfully, and Xenia burst out laughing.

"True! Desperate is spelled with S-E-I-K-I." Diane said ruefully, and giggled.

"By the way, after whatever location for Fireworks Day, it is Chocolate Romance day. I expect your farm to be doing well?" Barzini asked Xenia.

"Business is brisk, at least I get a little bit more than last time…" Xenia shook his head.

"Go figures… Everything is so expensive in Singapore nowadays." Cheyenne said, and Diane nodded furiously in agreement.

Anti-government huh. This Barzini and Diane.

"How did you get tangled up in that Seiki mess anyway." Cheyenne asked, a sly twinkle in her eye.

"He just likes to bully me!" I flailed my arms, shaking my head.

"Oh, don't worry. He'll get his payback in due time. Our English teacher wants to skin him alive."

Alright, this is a chapter by our third author, BurningMoon.

Her standard of english is a lot better than mine, for someone who is only... Let us just say, young and vibrant :D

Either way, we are still accepting OCs!

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