"Millie....Are you ok...?" Sean asked, lowering his book.

"Do I look ok to you?" I said, throwing my bag into the locker.

"Well, erm...no." He muttered.

"Egg-xactly." I sorted out the books I need and stacked them together.

"Why don't you just inform the teacher about this? I'm sure she'll understand, you can go home and continue your sleep..." He said.

I shaked my head as I close my locker door.

"I wonder." I continued, "How are you fine with only 4 hours of sleep?"

"Technically, I'm not fine, I just pretend....that I'm fine?" He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Let me guess, too much video games? Got used to sleeping late?" I predicted.

"..."

Exposed.

"That's what I thought." I laughed.

"You know, it's my fault that you're like this." Sean said quickly, "Your eye bags are literally mopping the floor!"

"And it's also my fault that I chose to help a talking door."

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

Mr. Marco looked at me in worry, the others just stared at me.

"Are you sure that you can take the test like this?" He asked.

I nodded and scanned my test paper.

"Ok then, your time starts now."

I reached for my pencil box and unintentionally grabbed my correction tape.

Everything in my vision was blurry, the picture of my pencil case slowly fades away before coming back again.

I just need that pen.....right there! Got it.

I started writing my name, but what came out is only scribbling messy letters.

My name looked more like NiVe then Millie.

I held my breathe and tried to focus, slowly, I took my time and completed the first three questions,

Great! 37 more!

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

I didn't have time to even check the paper ONCE.

Mr. Marco took the papers and dismissed the class.

I grabbed my belongings and made it through the hallway.

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"Millie! Wait up! "

Huh? Oh, Sean.

"Hi again, how's your test?" I asked.

"Thanks for the revision we did yesterday, I think I scored pretty well, the teacher was very surprised that I finished my holiday homework, and I didn't get detention!" He beamed.

"Good for you." I forced out a smile.

"Clarissa transferred to another school." Sean said.

"Who's Clarissa?" I asked.

"You don't remember? She's one of the three plastics! " He exclaimed, and clapped his hands around his mouth.

I placed my index finger on my chin and thought hard.

"You mean the gold digger who used you?" I said.

"YES! " Sean yelled.

"Ooooooh.....ok cool, good for me, and you...and the school." I smiled.

"Oh yeah, we got new students! A boy and a girl! I heard one of them's pretty good in physical attacks, maybe..." He said.

"Not interested...I don't feel like picking up fights. Let's just hope he's not a complete jerk like the others." 

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

I walked through the hallway, no one seemed to be noticing me like last semester, that's actually a good thing, no more challengers, no more trouble and no mor-----

I spoke too soon.

Bump*

My shoulder collided into something, "Sorry." I said plainly.

I was about to continue my thinking when someone pulled me back by my shirt.

"Where are you going?" He said.

I stumbled backwards before regaining my balance.

"Um, I'm heading towards my next class." I rubbed my eyes.

"I'm waiting." He said.

"I already said sorry, geez." I groaned, not in a good mood, "then let me repeat again, I'm sorry, I don't want any trouble, peace! Peace! Okay? Peace!" I said.

He glared at me from above.

Damn, he's tall.

I stared at him with my mouth pressed to the left side of my face.

"Don't stare at me like that woman."

"Yeah, sure, bye, see you never." I waved my hand as a simple goodbye and turned around.

Wait, actually, let me just do a little test for that snotty attitude of his.

I looked around for a 'lucky boy'.

Ah, yes, Damien, he'll do.

I used my elbow and pushed him towards the tall dude.

Damien, the best at picking up fights and starting them.

They collided into each other, 2 seconds later, they started to case glares at each other.

Here, you can see the two wild animals living in it's natural habitat.

"Watch it." Tall said. (My nickname for him as I don't know his actual name.)

"Do you know who I am?" Baboonbuttface replied.

"Uhh, no." 

I started to picture an ugly and fat buffalo talking back at a green coloured giraffe.

What imaginations.

I snapped back to the real world and looked at the progress.

Whoo, some real fire going on.

The two moved on, from talking to yelling.

Who's going to throw the first punch?

Find out in the next episode! (Nope)

"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?" Damien sneered.

"I don't want to waste my time fighting a weakling like you." Tall said, turning away.

"Ha, you said that because you can't beat me, snot h----"

Tall grabbed baboonbuttface's head and blitzed it to the lockers, creating a large hole on one.

Yow, poor locker, it did nothing to deserve this kind of treatment.

"I have a name." Snot head...wait no, Tall said, "It's Harry." 

.......

Harry? Harry Potter? 

Hairy?

Darn it, I have to respect the name of god....what am I suppose to do now? 

"Hoi, you, red head." Someone called.

I blinked at darted my head towards the direction the sound came from.

"M..Me?" I muttered.

"Get this guy to the infirmary." Hairy...GAH! HARRY SAID! 

"Babbonbuttface ?" I said with a question mark.

"Yes, if that's what you call him." 

"But I don't want to." 

"It's not a question it's an o----"

"It's an order, ya ya ya, but are you sure you're asking me to do the job?" 

"...."

"Just look at me, skinny, boney, close to powerless." I said, being what I call humble.

"You better do what I say because i don't like to repeat mys----"

Before he can finish his sentence, I grabbed Damien's shirt and threw him across the hall, he went face first and buried himself in the yellowish white wall, which...on his left, is the infirmary.

The ground slightly shaked from the impact, he really needs to lose some weight, he's like...three times heavier then me....if I'm not wrong.

"I'm sure the doctor will see him." I said, sure enough, a doctor in....white rushed out to see what happened, he saw Damien stuck to a wall and jumped in shock.

"Oh and." I continued, I grabbed Harry's hair and lowered it towards my face, "I have a name, it's Millie." 

I released his head and made my way to my class.

I'm late, but the teacher will understand me completely, right?