《Enemies to lovers (Cassandra x Reader) (Pico's School)》New school, new life?
Advertisement
Y/N rushed through the hallways trying to find their way to the classroom. Y/N ran past a teacher who immediately grabbed them from behind and said, "Hey! No running!" Y/N looked at the teacher nervously and said, "Uhm... Hey, Mrs?"
Shit. First day of school and already got into some trouble. Y/N thought as they looked up to see the teacher's angry eyes staring back at them. "Who's your teacher?" She said in an angry tone. Y/N shook a little now looking away feeling awkward about this situation. Y/N, in fact, did not know their teacher's name since they didn't pay attention to when they told them their class number and teacher name.
"Well, I don't really remember my teacher's name."
The teacher just stood there confused and shocked. She didn't realize Y/N was new until a pair of footsteps was heard coming from behind them. The principal stood behind the teacher tapping her shoulder asking, "Mrs. Bresset, what are you doing grabbing the child like that?"
If this bitch calls me a child again, I'm gonna drop kick the old man. Y/N thought. Though right now they should be thanking him for saving them from the teacher and the awkwardness.
The teacher flinched and put Y/N down smiling nervously at the principal. "Well, you see, I was just making sure they didn't bump into someone since they were running in the hallways." She said making Y/N disgusted from her actions. The principal then said, "You can go to your class Y/N."
Well at least SOMEONE knows my name easily around here. Y/N thought already knowing this school year would be tough.
Y/N was too busy thinking that they let the principal walk off. "Hey! Wait up!" Y/N said, chasing the principal. The principal stopped and realized Y/N was following behind. "Is there something you need?" He said as he looked at Y/N.
Advertisement
"I can't find my class." Y/N said quietly knowing they should have listened to what class they got. "That's alright, I'll take you there." Y/N knew this was a bad idea. Walking in with the principal would make it look like they were a baby that was lost and needed their teacher to guide them to their kindergarten class. That's how Y/N always saw it and never had anyone help them get their way through, though it seems like this was the only way to get into class. Y/N just sighed and went with it.
The principal opened the door to the classroom making students look over to see what it was. Y/N already felt embarrassed and just walked in. The teacher smiled at them and the principal closed the classroom door quietly trying not to distract the students from doing some quiz they were working on, which, he obviously had failed from the beginning. Now, everyone's eyes were on Y/N. That just made Y/N uncomfortable.
The teacher gladly said, "Hello there, Y/N! Got lost on your first day?"
Seriously? She has to mention it when everyone's looking? Y/N thought getting even more embarrassed. Maybe if they answered everything quick it would end the conversation quick.
"Yes! Sorry, I'll start to get familiar with this place eventually."
The teacher still smiling said, "You may take a seat on the middle row 3rd seat!" Which seemed to be in front of a red-haired goth girl that made Y/N get a bit frightened of. They knew damn well they weren't the nice kind since the goth girl was already death staring at them.
Y/N put their backpack down on the table taking out a notebook and pencil to start off with. They couldn't take the same quiz the students were working on, so Y/N just had to wait with their things out for the next activity. By the looks of it, everyone had already continued working on the quiz making Y/N relieved.
Advertisement
The teacher put on some headphones looking at the computer screen looking distracted. Y/N felt a paper ball hit them from behind the head. They looked behind and saw the goth girl furious at them. "The fuck you want?" Y/N whispered a bit loudly making the student that sat next to the goth girl notice. Now someone was listening to their conversation.
"Don't speak to me that way, dumb fuck. You don't know who you're messing with." Y/N just gave them a 'bruh look' thinking they were just one of those bossy bitches trying to act tough and all. Y/N had dealt with so many of those before for sure.
"Well whatever, still though what do you want?" They continued to ask trying to sound nicer this time wanting to get a response. "You're sitting in front of me. I can't see shit." She said. Y/N kept a death glare at them trying to make them flinch a little, but really it just turned into a staring contest.
"Really? Well that isn't my problem. The teacher put me here so deal with it." Y/N said making the situation tense up. "You're making me want to step on your face right now"
"Kinky." Y/N said just so they get grossed out and stopped talking to them. Though the person who was listening to the conversation let out a laugh by accident. On the other hand, The gothic girl's face turned a bit red from either being embarrassed or surprised. Y/N couldn't tell.
Either way, that just made Y/N win that staring contest since the goth girl looked at the person next to them an angry look. Y/N looked at who that person was, and it looked like some ginger guy with a green T-Shirt. The ginger immediately stopped laughing knowing that the goth girl noticed and glared at him. He went back to doing his quiz like nothing happened.
The girl looked at the quiz in their desk and said, "Fuck off now." with Y/N knowing that she was talking to them. Y/N turned back around and waited for class to be over.
Advertisement
Dungeon Maker
Ace Cross is not your typical NEET, although he has all the making of one and is recluse, he is still a very outdoor type of person. One day he is killed (by a truck no less even after dodging off the road) his soul was going to white light in the sky (the sun) but before he could arrive a magical circle appears and he is pulled in and given a second chance at life in a magical world under the most cliche trope of anime, as a summoned hero. He isn't 'the' hero though, he got the most uncommon hero class and something that has been extinct in all the nations blocking the advance of the demon lord. That is the Dungeon Maker. As a very unusual class that makes not only death traps but proper dungeons with ecosystems, this is the life of humanities first dungeon maker in 1,000 years since the demon lord war began. This is not just a story of battling the demon lord but also of how our heroes making a new life force themselves as all of them died in their original worlds.
8 200Eden Virus
It spoke to me a light; “My child, are you not tired of this sin filled world?” “Come and embrace me. Accept me.” It called to me; A Paradise. It granted to me; An Eternity. It brought to me; Salvation. No pain. No fear. No evil. No sins. No deaths. For this world is Eden. And it shall burn.
8 88Traitor's Creed
The lives affected by one mans decisions... In a world where justice isn't black and white. And where the gods are waging a silent war against each other. This is the story of a traitor.
8 120Wishing You A Lousy B-Day
Being abandoned at birth and suffered a life of hardship, the MC has long since developed a twisted and ruthless personality. Upon meeting his birth father by accident, MC decides to take revenge by seducing his father’s partner, a mysterious and affluent young man. Turns out, things are not what they seemed, and bleeding hearts all shattered. A fun exercise in dog blood and heart poison.It hurt so bad, but it feels so good!Let's all suffer together lalala~
8 63Sara's (not really) Fabulous System Armageddon, Book I: The World Ended at Rush Hour
Planet Earth, Monday, October 7th, 2019. 18:30 * * On a fateful day, during rush hour in eastern North America, Heavens and Hell crumbled and fell from their higher dimension on Earth. It came from "above" but not the same above we regard in our tridimensional Euclidean reasoning. No, it came from "above" as in from a higher dimension. Bits and pieces of those places fell on Earth from all directions, this time in tridimensional Euclidean space. Satellites, the ISS, and space debris all were wiped clean from orbit. Even those that didn't crash with the falling debris were knocked off orbit by the shockwaves. On the ground, power distribution lines were disrupted and most power facilities were left abandoned by their dead staff. Most of these had emergency shutdown routines that engaged in a few days. Some others had a survivor among their staff that followed protocol and activated their SCRAM switches, stopping the power plant. Long-distance communication disappeared the internet along with it. The world was plunged into technological darkness. Nine hundred and ninety-nine out of every thousand human beings perished immediately in the pulse of magical energy from the torn spatial boundary. Spirits were rent asunder and vanished, their fate neither salvation nor damnation, only oblivion. The criteria used for this culling was latent magic potential. It didn't discriminate against education, gender, age, or ethnic group. But of the around seven million survivors, most would meet their doom moments later. Those on moving vehicles, like the ones driving on highways suddenly had to contend with high-speed uncontrolled cars and trucks driven by corpses. Trapped in their vehicles and helpless, they became part of the long snake of crushed metal. Very few survived. Those in the air or out in the sea were alone and probably unable to control their rides. Airplanes crashed, and ships kept their course or drifted away, depending on their autopilot. Several ended their own lives in utter despair after seeing their loved ones die in front of them. Another large group would die at the hands of other survivors. Violence and aggression became the norm. Only a few sparse pockets of not-so-sane survivors managed to band together and cooperate for the sake of mutual survival. The sole survivor in a five-over-one apartment building in Georgia, a girl became the keystone to humanity's survival. Sara's fabulous System Apocalypse had just started. She has only one remark. It was anything but fabulous. * * Updates every Wednesday and Sunday. Cover V2 credits: CC-BY-SA Midjourney Cover V1 Credits: Consumed, Jennifer Hansen.jpg (CC BY-SA 3.0) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Consumed,_Jennifer_Hansen.jpg John Martin (public domain): - The Great Day of His Wrath - The Last Judgment - Le Pandemonium
8 86Im Not Wendy (Peter Pan Fanfiction)
2014. Starring the story of Julie Andreans, a 13 year old girl that lives in her childhood story: Peter Pan. Dreaming and wishing and praying that one day he would open her bedroom window and take her to Neverland. One day, her dreams come true,but... She's Not Wendy.
8 156