Prologue

What is so special about me?

Here I go again, stuck. I wanted to get out of here, blaming myself why did I even accept this damn scholarship. I hate this, and I hate everything related to my past self. The person everyone admired, but the version of myself who suffered the most. I thought the new school would give me a chance to move on, but how absurd it was to even assume.

No matter how much I complain about the situation, I am already here at Easton High School.

This is a school that cultivates young leaders, and over the years they have had the best graduates who excel in many segments of industries. Definitely a school for elites. Of course that is how people exaggerated the details. But like any other school, most of the students here are rich enough, it doesn’t really matter how they perform at school as long as they can pay. However, it is also true that the majority of students here are also competitive, so it will not be a big deal if there are others who do not fit into standards.

Sadly, I got the position most of the students here would dream of.

There are just so many potential and capable leaders who can actually claim the throne. In that sense it will be much harder to pick who is the most deserving.

In the first place this school is not democratic, the school board chooses the Student Council Members composed of 5 members only. That could only mean that if you are the chosen one, you are automatically someone superior.

That’s right. I must have been someone who is awesome right?

Still I can’t fathom what they saw in me, or if it is just a tragic play they want to make me star. This is my ridiculous reality.

If not, this must be a curse.

I mentioned about students who do not fit into standards right? Well, I am currently dozing off in the window watching five students gather on one poor student. Isn’t this a definition of bullying? Is it my business?

I ditch the opening ceremony to spend my fake sickness time in the infirmary room. Lucky for me, my cousin happens to be a school nurse. This is definitely a perk of having a big family.

I was just trying to sleep, got bored, and looked out the window only to see such a sight.

One more thing about me, ever since that incident 4 months before I graduated, I developed a strange disorder. They say psychology is for mentally ill people, but it is very wrong to say. A lot of psychologists tested theories to get closer to understanding humanity.

The truth is when I am in crowded places, I lose all courage to speak. I would stutter or feel like my heart would stop beating. I endured it in my last month of glory days. I put on a strong facade to all people watching while delivering my speech. Nobody knows what happens to me after, not even Akemi.

But still it bothers me to watch five students teaming up and bullying one student.

I guess it can’t be helped, five is not too many, maybe I am enough to handle this one.

As ironic as it may sound, this is the heart of the Archangel they knew that kicks my instinct at this moment.

Heroic you might say.