After finishing her Dark Magic class, Annie was dismissed and headed to her locker. Just as she was about to open it, she remembered she had left her books on her desk. With a small sigh of frustration, she hurried back to the classroom, grabbed her books, and rushed to her next class, which was about to start in less than 30 seconds.

As she sprinted down the hallway, she accidentally bumped into Clark, who was engrossed in his phone. The impact sent Annie sprawling onto the floor, landing hard on her butt. Clark, who barely managed to stay upright, quickly reached out to help her up.

Annie: "Ouch..."

Annie winced, rubbing her sore behind.

Clark: "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention... I'm just in a bad mood."

Clark muttered, his voice subdued as he avoided eye contact and started to walk away.

Annie quickly picked herself up and hurried to class, making it just in time. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slid into her seat.

Ms. Lotus: "Good morning, everyone! Today, we have a fascinating lesson about live plants—plants that can talk and even have teeth!"

Ms. Lotus announced enthusiastically, unveiling a collection of unusual plants: a crying flower, a bonfire plant, and a happy cactus.

Ms. Lotus: "These are part of the Emotion Plant family, a newly discovered species. They can only be found in extreme environments like the heart of a volcano, dense forests, and snowy mountains!"

The students leaned forward, intrigued. Ms. Lotus explained each plant's unique characteristics. The crying flower, resembling a delicate white bloom, constantly wept and emitted a beautiful fragrance used in perfumes. It also had a peculiar defense mechanism: when harmed, it would wail loudly, evoking guilt in the person causing it pain.

The bonfire flower, symbolizing anger, was an endless source of fire. Its flames would intensify whenever someone attempted to touch or pick it up, serving as a fiery deterrent.

The happy cactus always wore a smile. Remarkably, it felt no pain when harvested or consumed, only joy. It was a key ingredient in producing happy pills.

Ms. Lotus: "There are other emotion plants as well, representing anxiety, fear, depression, lust, and love. Each plant has unique properties that reflect its associated emotion."

After the lesson, Ms. Lotus gave the students ten minutes to discuss the plant they were assigned to raise. Prinze and Michael approached Annie, curious about her plant's progress.

Michael: "Prinze, how's your plant doing?"

Michael asked, his tone slightly anxious.

Prinze: "Relax, it's at home, safe and sound. My sister and mother are taking good care of it..."

Prinze replied though he seemed a bit evasive, hinting that he had left most of the responsibility to his family. After their discussion, Annie headed to lunch. Most of the food stalls were open, but she decided to save her money and opted for the buffet, which featured her favorite cuisine: Filipino food.

Annie's mouth watered as she gazed at the delicious spread, including Sinigang, Adobo, Lumpia, and her favorite dessert, Halo-Halo. She carefully filled her tray with small portions of everything, along with some garlic rice and, of course, Halo-Halo.

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As she was about to sit at an empty table, a hand gently grabbed her arm. It was John.

John: "You're supposed to sit with us..."

John said, his voice lacking enthusiasm as he led Annie to their usual table. There, Michael, Tina, Rose, and Clark were already seated. Rose greeted Annie with a bright smile.

Rose: "Hello, Annie! What's up?"

Rose moved over to make room for Annie. Annie placed her tray on the table, noticing the different foods everyone was eating. Clark seemed distant, staring blankly at his tray of caviar and calamari. Rose, ever cheerful, was happily munching on candy noodles. Tina was engrossed in conversation with Michael, ignoring Annie, while enjoying her lobster and ham cutlets. Michael was sticking to protein bars and a protein shake, and John was quietly eating his tiny squid and sesame chicken.

Rose: "Have you learned any magic yet? Or what's your Divine Spirit magic?"

Rose asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Annie felt a bit overwhelmed by the barrage of questions.

Annie: "Um... Not yet..."

Annie admitted, feeling a bit self-conscious. Rose frowned, looking disappointed.

Rose: "Why not? You'd be a great asset in our hunts!"

Rose exclaimed, clearly excited about the idea. However, Annie was puzzled and slightly apprehensive about what Rose meant by "hunts."

Clark: "Rose, she's not ready for that yet."

Clark said sternly, his tone protective.

John: "Yeah, it's only her third day here. Maybe after a week, she could join us... right, Clark?"

John suggested, looking to Clark for confirmation.

Clark: "Yes, that's right."

Clark agreed, his voice steady and reassuring.

Annie: "What do you mean by hunting?"

Annie asked, her curiosity piqued.

Michael: "Well, sometimes we earn money, gems, or resources by hunting rare monsters or beasts. We enter portals to other worlds filled with magic and supernatural creatures. We hunt them and sell their parts for money every Sunday."

Michael explained, his voice calm but with a hint of excitement. Annie listened intently, fascinated by the idea of such adventures.

Annie: "That sounds interesting..."

Annie mused, imagining the thrill of such expeditions. After finishing their lunch, Annie headed to her PE class, which turned out to be an intense workout session. She was exhausted, and drenched in sweat after doing numerous jumping jacks and burpees.

Cleo: "Okay, everyone! On to the next class!"

Cleo called out, laughing at the students' tired expressions. The day continued with normal classes. As Annie approached her desk, Bell suddenly intervened.

Bell: "Stop! Don't sit! I sense danger!"

Bell warned urgently, her voice filled with concern. But it was too late; Annie had already sat down. Suddenly, she felt something sticky on her pants, and then an ink machine hidden under the desk activated, splattering ink all over her face.

Annie: "What the hell!"

Annie screamed, her voice a mix of shock and anger. The entire class, along with her math teacher, Mr. Chris, and Ms. Mell, who happened to be in the room, turned to look at her. Annie's eyes stung from the ink, and as she tried to wipe it away, she only made things worse. Grace quickly grabbed her water bottle and poured it over Annie's face, helping to wash the ink off. Annie felt a mix of pain and embarrassment.

Ms. Mell hurried over and helped Annie off the chair, her face a mask of concern and anger. Who could have done this to Annie? Was it just a cruel prank?

Ms. Mell: "Which one of you did this?"

Ms. Mell demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. The class fell silent, students looking around nervously.

Ms. Mell: "I will not tolerate such behavior! Whoever did this will face severe punishment! Confess now, and your punishment will be less severe!"

She declared, her voice filled with authority and frustration. Ten tense seconds passed, but no one spoke.

Ms. Mell: "Very well. Be aware that I will find out who did this by Monday, and there will be severe consequences."

Ms. Mell stated firmly as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. The students left the classroom, murmuring among themselves, speculating about who the culprit could be. The atmosphere was tense, with everyone feeling the weight of the situation. Lev, hiding behind a book, chuckled quietly to himself, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Lev (thinking): "Good luck, Sophie..."

Lev thought, focusing on his plans to bring Sophie down, unaware of the extent of the harm he had caused.

As the class dispersed, the incident left everyone shaken, with Annie feeling particularly vulnerable and upset. The day had taken a harsh turn, and the mystery of who had targeted Annie loomed over them all.