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[Perspective: Ted Viridis; Location: Classroom]

The clock struck 8 a.m., and all the students took their seats.

('I wonder what our teacher would be like.')

As I stared at the door it slowly opened and someone walked in. It was a lady, but I couldn't see her face, due to her long, pink, wavy hair that covered her face.

(‘Wait … Long, pink, wavy hair? Sh#t, it’s *her*!!’)

Panicking, I rushed towards the nearest window, opened it, and attempted to jump out, but Telsh stopped me.

"What are you doing Ted?! I understand that life is hard but ending your life is not the solution!"

Telsh's voice was laced with concern. 

"Let go of me!"

When I turned my body to shake Telsh off, I noticed that the person who entered the room wasn't *her*, but the teacher.

(‘Pff, It's not *her*. I thought that I was a goner. That teacher should change her hairstyle, it nearly gave me a heart attack.’)

"I'm not sure why you're judging me, but if I were you I would look at yourself first."

The teacher said that as if she could read my mind. Looking around myself I understood what she was saying, and thus I went back to my seat.

“OK, class! Before I introduce myself. I have an announcement to make. ”

The entire class turned their attention towards her.

“For some inexplicable reason, the higher-ups have decided to bypass the rules and establish a university council without any prior notice or democratic election."

The class started to talk over each other but stopped after the teacher raised her arm.

“I know that it's a bit confusing and agonizing, but for now we'll have to stick with it. Trust me I tried."

The last sentence came out a bit rougher.

"But fortunately it's not all that bad. The members of the council for now consist of two students. President 'Glenn Vistra' and Vice President '* *' and they're quite  ...

I was stunned and shot out of my chair, my face draining of colour.

"Wh-what?"

All eyes in the classroom shifted from the teacher to me.

“You mean ...? I-Is *she* ...? Does *she* have the same style and colour hair as you?”

As I panicked and jumped out of my chair everyone looked at me wondering what kind of stunt I would pull out this time, especially the teacher.

“Eu, yes … Is there something wrong with that?”

The teacher gestured for me to sit down, slowly moving her hand up and down, and I obliged, shaking my head.

“It’s nothing. I apologise for my actions.”

(‘It ... It's *her*, the, my. No forg... Aaarrg!’)

Overwhelmed by reality, I experienced a surge of mental breakdown and a little kick of PTSD. And just like that, my whole day was completely ruined.

[Perspective: Ted Viridis; Location: Classroom]

It was lunch break and I was eating with Telsh in the classroom.

(‘God must be hating me today!! First, Chicken and Broccoli, then the whole thing with Cear and now this!)

I sighed heavily and opened the lunch packet I bought.

(‘*She* must have been planning this from the beginning. *That girl* is always so far ahead of me all the time. *She’s* smart but uses her smarts for the wrong things.’)

Feeling a little tired I dropped my head onto the table, but then a girl approached me.

“Hey, Ted you ...”

(‘Now that I think about it, all the people giving me problems today were all women. Mom, Cear, the teacher and *that crazy monster brain* … Could it be that if I just steer clear of women, I won't have to face any more difficulties today? Maybe if I stick with the guys, and keep my distance from girls, I'll be safe. The only man I had contact with today was Telsh who kept trying to help me. He was nice to me. He didn’t do anything weird or hurt me. This may be a sign from God for me saying that I have to be with boys more, that I have to like boys, no, love boys! Maybe even ...!! Well, no, not that. I got too carried away there. OK, maybe not that. But still, even now. This girl, who is standing in front of me. She started our conversation with ‘Hey, Ted you …’ She connected my name with the following sentence to get straight up to the point, which meant that she wanted me to hear what she was going to say. Is it a threat, her anger or does she want to seduce me? There are a lot of possibilities in which this can turn into another problem that I will have to face today if I don’t avoid it. I'll have to …’)

{smash!}

“Hey!! Are you even listening to me?!”

The girl forcefully hit the table where Telsh and I were sitting, fixing me with a stern gaze.

“You’re ignoring me, aren’t you!!”

She pulled me off my chair and pushed me against the wall.

"Ted!"

Telsh tried to help me, but two guys, who seemed to be her sidekicks, appeared and restrained him.

(‘I was right about women being dangerous today.’)

“Do you think that you can ignore me just because you know that *vice student council president sl#t* or whatever the f#ck that was?!!”

"N-No."

Everyone in the class was shocked by the sudden event, but after a few seconds, they resumed their break. No one seemed inclined to help me, so I looked down, hoping she would just leave, but it only seemed to enrage the girl further.

“You son of a b#tch!!”

She lifted her arm and clenched her fist, preparing to strike. I braced myself for the punch, but instead of a hard smack, I heard footsteps approaching. They sounded very fast and came closer and closer. I wasn't sure at first but the closer, the more I knew who it was.

('*SHE* IS COMING!!!')

{door shatering}

A threatening presence entered the room, and everyone else quickly made their exit, leaving only me and the girl who had tried to attack me behind. The instant the girl realized the chaos she turned around and her entire body froze in place. Her expression was filled with fear and dread, as she locked eyes with a menacing presence she never felt before. The girl was shivering in fear while shaking her head and slowly moving away from me.

“No… no… no…”

*She* walked closer and closer to the girl and the girl fell to the ground. Then, *she* stared the girl down with *her* empty, ruby-like eyes that seemed like emptiness itself. *She* turned her head, looked at me, smiled gently and stared at the girl again. That gave me an instant chill down my spine. The girl tried to crawl away, but *she* caught the girl by stepping on her skirt.

“I'm sorry! Ple… please, spare my life. I can explain. Please listen to me. I-I …”

*She looked down at the girl pleading to *her* to let go. However, *she* didn’t seem to care. Still, *she* raised her leg off the girl’s skirt.

“Tha-Thank you.”

The girl thought that it was over, but that was far from the truth. It was just the beginning.

“Huh?”

The girl looked up, realizing *she* wasn't releasing her. Instead, *she* had a different motif. *She* raised *her* leg high in the air and aimed a powerful kick at the girl's front knee.

“Eeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!!!”

{Crack}

Nothing changed in the environment, but the atmosphere changed a few tones darker. It was silent and I was too scared to look. The menacing sound of gore, overwhelmed. 

"Hmh."

In my, at the moment higher pitch-based spectrum a lower key appeared. After a few seconds, I dared to glance up and to my surprise, someone had blocked *her* attack.

“Student council president?!”

Glenn Vistra the student council president of this school came in and blocked the strike with his arms. The arm in the front was undoubtedly broken, but the other, though damaged, seemed somewhat intact.

“Stop this immediately!”

The president showed a serious face and shouted at *her* to stop, but *she* merely tilted her head slightly while marking a new opponent, who was sitting on his butt after the stomp *she* gave. Looking at the expression on *her* face, *she* wasn’t listening and was indeed not planning on stopping at all. *She* raised her leg once more, reloading for another shot.

“Hey! Please listen to me! Hmh, Goddammit!”

Frustrated with the futile conversation, the president grabbed *her* by *her* other leg with his still somewhat intact arm and tried to pull *her* by pushing his whole body backwards. Unfortunately for him, *she* saw that coming and set *her* striking leg back onto the ground behind the other leg, jumped along with force, rolled backwards and landed on her feet a meter behind *her* previous position.

“*This girl*...”

While he struggled to pull himself off the floor, the president turned his gaze toward me, the only guy who remained in the classroom.

“Get your ass here and help me a bit! It’s partly your fault that I must keep doing this for God's sake!"

I knew I should heed his plea, given the circumstances and risks, but I was so intimidated that I couldn't think straight.

“I can’t fight *her* alone for much longer you know?!”

He managed to get back on his feet, rolling his eyes from me to *her*, analyzing *her* next move while *she* was slowly approaching him. The closer *she* came the more I got dragged back to reality by my instincts. This time I understood that I had to help, but my fear overwhelmed my rational thoughts.

"Wouldn't it be a better idea for me to get security or something?"

When I said that the president was dumbfounded. In that instance, *she* dashed towards the president with the right side of *her* body slightly backwards and *her* hand in a fist. *She* was ready to punch him, but that was a ruse. The real attack came from underneath with a kick (which was, I think, aiming for the nuts). It was a smart move, but it didn’t work. The president foresaw that and jumped on *her* with his full body and tackled her to the ground right in front of me. Then, while he tried to hold *her* down with his ligaments, he rolled his eyes back up to me.

"They're already coming. They're just held back by their heavy equipment. We just need to hold *her* back a bit. About 30 seconds will be enou…”

The president's words were cut short as *she* twisted herself back up and punched him right in his face. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like *she* was unaware of my participation in this fight. Using that to my advantage,  I grabbed *her* neck from behind and took *her* to the ground with me, by pulling *her* to the back while allowing my body weight to assist. Then I grabbed *her* by the belly with my legs but was struggling to keep *her* down. At that moment I was closing my eyes while my mind slowly went blank. I had to restrain my mind from thinking about anything, especially from the person I was holding.

('I must think about nothing but keeping *it* down.')

While I was encouraged myself, I called out for help to the president, who was still trying to regain his footing.

“I can’t hold *her* like this for much longer.”

Just as I was about to loosen my grip, the president summoned his last reserves of strength and rose to his feet. Then, with a final burst of energy, he leapt onto us, and we held *her* down together for a few seconds, using the last dregs of our strength.

“President … {heavy breathing} you are not half bad, even with broken arms.”

The president looked at me with an exhausted and very annoyed face.

“Just make sure to ... {heavy breathing} handle your relationship quickly.”

As we finished our small talk, *she* punched each of us in the face and kicked us one by one off her, but …

“Hands up and with your back to us!!”

The school security had arrived.

(‘We survived it! Well, the president with broken arms, but we're still alive!’)

I didn’t know how the security handled *her*, as I was completely worn out, but they left rather quickly. After a couple of minutes, another group of people came in.

“Mister Vistra, should we bring you to the infirmary?

It seemed they were the school nurses.

“Ye- {cough} yes, please. And please take that ‘gentleman’ who's lying there too.”

Listening to the president's words, which sounded like those of a man on his last legs, one of the nurses responded with a soft and polite 'yes'.