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Ring
Ring
Ring
Isagi groaned, slapping a hand on her alarm, toppling over her lamp in the process. She slowly sat up, stretching her sore limbs and glanced at her phone, dragging her hands through her messy azure hair. "6:00 AM. Good... I didn't hallucinate my alarm this time." she mumbled, her voice scratchy from sleep.
Carefully, she extracted her blanket and lamp off the floor, making her way to the bathroom.
Undressing herself, Isagi stepped in the shower, the scalding hot water burning her skin.
She sighed in relief. Lathering her body with honey and vanilla soap, then massaging her scalp with strawberry shampoo, doing her normal routine. Today was her first day of her second year of highschool at Blue Lock Academy, a school of the elites, they called it. ( They as in, everyone. )
They had multiple transfer students from numerous countries, dozens of clubs, and a great education. But most of all, Blue Lock Academy was known for it's mysteriousness.
Everyday, there are a few dozen reporters or journalists attempting to break into the school. At Isagi's old high school, Ichinan High School, they described it as cruel.
Her friends' voices came in fragments.
"I heard that the principal is some creepy old lady! Ego Jinpachi or something like that!" Tada whisper-yelled.
Isagi groaned. "You're exaggerating. It can't be that bad. It's a HIGH SCHOOL, Tada-chan."
"Usagi-chan."
That nickname Tada always called Isagi, since his name sounded similar to "Bunny" in Japanese. But this time, it wasn't jokes. Her voice sounded dead serious.
"...BLA has a shitload of child abuse allegations. There's like a million articles about it. Only one reporter has attempted to break in, and she described it as 'dehumanizing and cruel.'"
Even now, Isagi still thinks about that.
Her brows furrowed as she stepped out the shower, the drafty air raising goosebumps on her somewhat tanned skin.
She has to be exaggerating... right? If it had those allegations, it would've been publicly investigated and shut down already. Tada-chan sent me some sort of link on a sketchy forum about it... I'll check it out later.
Drying herself vigorously, brushing her teeth, and doing her normal skincare, her mind wandered.
What if... What if Ego-sensei is a super strict old lady who hates me?!
Oh for fucks sake...
"Yocchan!" A warm voice called out to her, cutting through her thoughts.
"...Oka-san? I thought you were at work?"
"It's 7:00 AM, dear. Far too early for me to be going out."
Ah, right...
Iyo ushered Isagi over to the dinner table, where a steaming plate of toast, eggs, and bacon was waiting for her, as well as a warm cup of milk. Isagi smiled. "Thanks, Oka-san!"
Iyo's lips curled into a smile.
Isagi gobbled down her breakfast, with the fervor of a someone left starving for days in a desert. Whipping out her phone, Isagi clicked on the forum link Tada-chan had sent her.
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Subject : Blue Lock Academy
By : dalgichokollis67
does anyone know what the hell is going on in bla???
its fucking weird like the reporter who managed to whip up a wholeass article before she was sent to jail for like idk 6 months bc she refused to pay a fine
anyways the child abuse allegations?? tf is going on
bla is closed off with like electric wires for 'maximum security' like its a fucking prison. this should alr raise numerous red flags
ive seen some kids walking home with the uniform from bla. they look miserable like someone drained the life outta them.
its fucking creepy man especially that principal and her side bitch anri or smth
anri looks like a reasonable guy idk why hes siding with that crazy whore
?? does anyone know
➤ Comments [8]
kitty : yeah its so fucked up. im genuinely worried for these kids bc they come home looking like they were waterboarded or smth
└ dalgichokollis67 : im gen kinda thinking theyre actually waterboarding them now
└ kitty : i heard that they lock students in the closet for hours when they do smth wrong. like matilda type shit
└ yjhsfattits : matilda is wild😭😭
ky0m0t0 : dude i used 2 go 2 bla. im not kidding that shit is insane. like the school has been divided into classes : from class a to class z. they put u under sm pressure to move along and u hafta be in at least 2-3 clubs. and the principal is scarier than u think, always yapping about how u hafta be egotistical ??
└ dazais_obedient_little_sl.ttyslave : wtf does that mean
└ ballsucker9000tron : weirdass user
└ dazais_obedient_little_sl.ttyslave : thanks for your input ballsucker9000tron
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Shit... Locking them in closets? Waterboarding??
Why the FUCK did I ask to be sent here. This has to be a fucking social experiment. Fuck... What major will I pick when they ask me what college I wanna go to??
Will they force me to do some stupid shit like... I don't fucking know, art or finance??
What fucking college would care if you drew some bullshit picture about your feelings?! Ugh, at least they're talented!! I can't do shit!!
...
...Are the teachers gonna molest me?
Some stupid shit like, "Age is just a number!" yeah well jail is just a fucking ROOM.
Ah, shit, I'm scared...
Isagi gnawed on her fingernails, mumbling to herself.
She suddenly heard a choked sob behind her.
"Huh?! Oka-san? Are you okay?!"
Iyo wiped her tears, smiling serenely.
"No, no... It's just that... you've gotten so big already. And now, you're going to a private school. Yocchan, I'm so fucking proud of you." Iyo subtly gasped, coughing.
"Excuse my language. Wouldn't want to be like your father."
Isagi chuckled, hugging her mom.
Iyo fiddled with Isagi's pin straight raven coloured hair, pulling back from the hug. "Your hair has gotten so long too. It's already up to your waist."
Please don't make me get a haircut, please don't make me get a haircut, please don't make me get a haircut, please don't make me get a haircut...
Iyo saw her desperate eyes and laughed. "I'm not gonna make you get a haircut, Yocchan."
Isagi sighed in relief.
Why did she have to cry when i was a quarter through STARTING a mental breakdown.
Ugh, too late to back out now.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts... DON'T think about the teacher molesting you. Don't think about getting molested by a student... Just... Don't fucking think.
...
Life would be really great if I was coked up all the time.
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Isagi felt pretty good. She had a great breakfast, her makeup ( which consisted of mascara, lipgloss and a few pimple patches ) was perfect, her uniform neatly ironed and she managed to easily find her bag through the big pile of everything in her closet.
A Totoro keychain dangled from her bag, jingling as she merrily walked through the gates of the school.
She marvelled the architecture. "...Wow..."
The school was huge, had multiple floors and the glass gleamed underneath the sunlight, making it seem as if the building was glowing itself. She looked around. There were many... eccentric students here. All with a special characteristic.
Isagi felt a little plain here...
She looked at the printed paper in her hands.
551... 551... where is that? Holy fucking shit, this school is bigger than it looks. And it already looks huge from the outside.
Isagi collided with someone in the hallway.
“Oof-” the girl with the brown-and-yellow wolf cut muttered as she stumbled back slightly.
“Ah! I’m really sorry. Are you okay?” Isagi asked quickly, holding out a hand to help her up.
The girl grabbed her hand and immediately lit up with excitement. “Wait, you’re new here?!”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I am.” Isagi replied. “Actually, do you know where room 551 is? I have english there.”
The girl grinned brightly. “I’m Bachira Meguru! I’ve got english there too! Come with meee!”
Before Isagi could react, Bachira grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hallway. "Oh-! Uh, okay! I-I'm Isagi Yoichi. Nice to meet you, Bachira-san- woah!" They turned a sharp corner and Isagi was pushed into another person.
Isagi's nose collided into a hard surface, and Bachira giggled. Isagi turned to glare at Bachira, but she felt a murderous aura in front of her.
"Bachira. You stupid schizo! Are you seriously trying to get some poor girl to join your bullshitting imaginary friend propaganda!!-" A girl with long, red hair said. She was really pretty. Her hot pink eyes were almond shaped, with long fluttering eyelashes and dewy lips.
Isagi felt her face heat up.
One thing happened after another, and they were fighting in the halls. Isagi backed up against the wall with a light thud and turned around.
Ah... 551 is here.
A big metal door that looked more like a maximum security prison door than a high school, reading ROOM 551 opened up automatically as soon as Isagi's back touched it. She felt multiple stares penetrating her.
She felt a small push on her back, and turned around. It was the pretty girl.
"Hey. I'm Chigiri Hyoma. Sorry about that." She said, looking so careless about it, like it was a normal Monday for her. ( It was. )
Isagi realized she stared for a little too long. "Ah, I'm Isagi Yoichi. Nice to meet you."
Damn my stupid lesbian ass!!
Isagi internally screamed.
Bachira appeared behind her, placing a hand on Isagi's shoulder.
"Hii!!"
"Oh, uh... Hi." Isagi stammered.
Bachira giggled at nothing in particular. "My monster likes you."
...What the fuck is she talking about?
Looking at Isagi's confused face, Chigiri sighed and walked to her table.
"...Your... monster?" Isagi replied, tilting her head.
"Yep! I don't really know what she is, but she's chill!" She chirped as if this was the most normal thing ever. Isagi payed it no mind.
If a bitch be crazy, it's not your damn business.
"Cool. Does it talk?" Isagi asked. Bachira tilted her head this time, seeing Isagi's genuine eagerness to know. No one had ever been eager to talk to the freak with an 'imaginary friend.'
Bachira grinned.
"Sometimes! But not much. Just tells me her opinion of things. She likes you! Thinks you're nice." Bachira trilled. She leaned in closer, getting real close to Isagi's face until they were inches apart.
"I like you too. Do you play soccer?"
"Hmm? Uh.. y-yeah! I do. How'd you know? Ah, let me guess. Your monster." Isagi replied, chuckling awkwardly.
Bachira laughed heartily, throwing an arm around Isagi's shoulder. "We should play together! You're super cool, nyahahaha!"
What an... interesting individual.
Ah, fuck it. It's my thoughts. No one's gonna hear me.
...I hope.
She's batshit crazy and probably on crack. But she's pretty cool. Nice too.
Isagi walked with Bachira, side-by-side, sitting near the back.
"So, whaddya think? Y'know, of this school?"
"It's a fever dream. But I like it. So far..." Isagi mumbled the last two words to herself.
"Hmm... I like you! Wanna go out for crepes after school?"
"I-"
A foot interrupted her, slamming on Bachira's desk.
"Bachira. Where the FUCK is my bag!!" A girl with dark blondish hair shouted. She had spiky teeth and strong eyeliner game.
Wow, everyone is pretty here...
"Raichichi!! I don't know where it is!" Bachira chirped.
"Don't fuck with me! You always hide my fucking bag at exactly 8:26 while yelling, 'Raichichi!!', so take a FUCKING guess, Sherlock!!" This supposed 'Raichichi' screamed, grabbing Bachira by her collar.
A girl with brown hair and slanted, narrow eyes stepped in, placing a gentle hand on the blondie's shoulder. "Raichi-san! Please, calm down! We have a new classmate here, we should make them feel welcome!"
"Think I give a fuck we have a new classma-"
While they bickered, a tanned hand tapped on Isagi's shoulder.
"Hm?"
She turned around to see a tall, muscular girl with white hair and black highlights up in a bun, and wide pitch black, curious eyes.
She's like a cat... Or a big panda. Like a weird... I don't fucking know... gentle giant?
"Hello." A deep voice said, startling Isagi a little.
"Oh, hi! I'm Isagi Yoichi. You are...?"
"Gagamaru Gin. Do you like moss?"
"Huh?"
Gagamaru didn't respond, just staring at Isagi, then looking away while humming with that booming voice of hers like she accomplished something or somehow managed to psychoanalyze Isagi from one encounter with her.
Ah... Yikes. Everyone's a bit... weird.
But so am I, I guess?
Clap
Clap
Two claps gathered the attention of the whole class, silencing them in the blink of an eye. Which was surprising, since they all ( most of them ) seem to have the attention spam AND memory of a goldfish.
( Targetted at Bachira. )
"Alright, everyone, settle down! Class starts now. It's 8:30. Everyone, back to your seats."