"92! how...surprisingly shocking." Mr. Marco announced.

I took a deep breathe and stared at the results.

I got question 34 and 36 wrong, how could I have been so careless!

"This is humiliating." I muttered, "I shall keep this in a picture frame and remember this humiliation."

Sean laughed at my little joke, when all the other students took my joke seriously.

Should've multiplied X by 3, not 9 for question 34 but ok.

I tossed the test paper into my bag and sat back on my chair.

I am so throwing that thing in the bin when I get home.

"Oh well, by the way class, good news, Trisha will be rejoining us again! " The teacher said happily, also expecting us to react the same, but no.

All eyes were on me, probably wondering how I will be torturing that dwarf once she comes back.

***************

"So, see you tomorrow?" I said.

Sean nodded and replied me with a smile, "Yep, cya!"

I waved him goodbye and hopped onto my bike, "Don't forget to do your homework!" I reminded, just in case.

Sean shot me a 'Why remind me?' expression, but he nodded, "Stay safe on your way back home, I heard that 'they' are pretty active recently."

"Ha, look who's talking, but thanks, I'll see you here tomorrow."

I threw my bag on the basket in front of my bike and took off.

I think I still have a couple of dollars left in my pocket, my body won't mind if I buy a cup of boba right?

Yeah, I'll take that as a yes.

I pedaled through the familiar road I come across everyday, nothing's changed.

The ice-cream store, the boba shop, the cafe, the rusty bench and the dark old alley.

I hopped down my bike and parked it beside the boba shop.

Should I try the lychee flavoured boba?

....

What? Is ? THAT? Woah! So cool, durian flavoured boba! I could totally give that to Sean telling him that it's mango flavoured!

But no, he's not here now.

"Number 22.(Lychee boba)" I said.

"22 coming up." The cashier replied.

I slowly walked towards the waiting section and leaned against the counter.

"GAH!"

Followed by the voice, was a sound of metal knocking into each other.

I straitened my back and darted towards the door

What was that? Sounded like Baboonbuttface Damien.

I pulled out the money and placed it on the counter before I headed out.

I looked to my left, where my bike is, and found it lying on the floor.

"What the..." I rushed towards my bike and lifted it up, finding a dislocated chain and a bended top.

I frowned at the sight, "Damien? You did this?"

Damien was standing beside his blue motorcycle, sweating bullets, he gritted his teeth and looked away, "I... Well..."

I shaked my head and sighed, "It's fine, since this bike is broken, I guess I could buy a car now...."

I pulled my backpack away from the broken bike and swung it on my shoulder.

"But that doesn't mean I forgive you, you owe me a favor now." I said.

"Lychee flavoured boba! 22!"

I turned towards the voice.

Oh, that's mine.

When I turned back, Baboonbuttface Is already gone.

Great! Just what I like!

I collected my drink and took out my homework.

Awesome, peace and qui----

"Hey! Red head! "

I....said too soon.

"Call me by my name." I growled.

Harry totally ignored what I just said, "Who are you?"

I bit my lips and ignored his words.

What kind of stupid question is that?

"Who are you? Tell me."

And, I ignored that one too.

"Who are you?"

"What family do you belong in?"

"What's your rank?"

"What is your quirk? Others say you don't have one."

"How old are you?"

"Why do you attend Peri High?"

"How did you manage to swing that airhead all the way across the hall?"

He pushed my closer and closer towards my red line.

Then he started to ask those really useless and meaningless questions.

"What is your favourite colour? You seem to like red a lot."

"What is your favourite food?"

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Did you try the Durian boba?"

I clenched my fist and took a deep breathe.

"My name is Millie, call me by my name, I am a human, I am a girl, I am a human girl who is this close from going SUPER SION BECAUSE OF FREAKING HUMAN BOY! " I yelled, ignoring the fact that the whole street is staring at us.

"What about the o---"

"The other questions are non of your business."

"Ok b----"

"Save it, ask me next year."

"But i----"

"Save it, don't talk to me."

"But well i---"

"Save it."

"No really, i---"

"Save it."

"Millie, just hear me o---"

"Save it."

"Girl! Just----"

"SAVE! IT! " I yelled in frustration.

"I---"

"SAAVVVVVEEEEE ITTTTTTTT!!!!!!"

The street silenced, all eyes were on us.

Inhale....exhale, ok, don't go mother style, keep calm and take deep breathes.

Harry looked at me in shock and in slight confusion.

"Save it, ask me next year."

I turned away with my belongings, except my broken bike, which is already beside the garbage bin.

Gosh, boys can be really be unpredictability annoying sometimes....

Wait... On right, I could be very annoying sometimes too....

I guess that's fair...

My mother would always call me a squawking parrot when I'm being annoying around her.

Father would simply tie my mouth up with his neon rope skill.

Now, let's all just forget about Harry the hairy rat, since he's always blabbering around.

I have to walk all the way back because of that Babbonbuttface.

I wonder if dad would allow me to use his car.

.....

Yeah, no.

He would 100% say no.

I guess it's time to get my own car now! Hooray!

But choosing cars is another hard question.

How can you know if a car is healthy? Well I don't know, and I never thought I would ever be stuck because of that question.

This is a job for......

Sean! He had more than 35 cars, 36 to be precise, that was 1 month ago, dunno if he bought or broke one.

He should know how to buy cars.

And I'm sure he'll help me!