All around me, in the world I hated, people felt miserable, they were forced to complete impossible or unbearable tasks, never let go even after hours of hard work being forced on them, and hey! It sure does build character, but... Not the kind of character that normally is... Well, kind. Everyone handles hard things differently, and how most of the world I've lived in processed hard things was by making it a bigger problem for the people that come after all the stuff that hurt in the first place, my whole school, city, and most governing systems or hierarchies have seemingly made that their motto. Instead of removing the pain, they just transfer it on and on, to multiply and grow.

Of course, now that I can change reality with a simple question it's become apparent to me that I don't actually want to see the world I've lived in change, sadly, I want to see it burn, because to me, total demolition and reconstruction is better than transformation.

Pain echoed through the crowded halls like any other day, some of it was silent pain, some of it was louder than one could ignore, but none the less, it was easy to tell what the people felt here, pain.

I pushed through the crowds of pure disorder in the halls and finally made it to the only space that could have any peace, or quiet for that matter, the reading club, sounds a bit silly but to be honest the only people that resided within the very soundproofed walls were ones that had no intention of joining the chaos and voices outside.

I slammed the door behind me which sent a few stares my way that I regretted, there were only five people in the reading club at a time, rather, there were only five people allowed in the reading club, I personally didn't go out of my way to read but when faced with the question of either chaos and disorder or quiet disassociation into a book, I'd choose the second. to get in the reading club you needed to be personally selected by the highest member in the club, the title of the highest member was rotated around secretly so you couldn't just get on someone's good side to enter the club, there was one more condition though, quiet at all costs, and to actively break it with choice would mean replacement.

I saw my friend, and yes this time an actual friend, Kir, pronounced like keer, she was sitting in a chair that was pushed against the far left corner of the room looking at me with a "we need to talk," look.

I took a seat next to her and whispered carefully to make sure the others members weren't disturbed, "What is it this time?..."

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Her face shifted from "we need to talk," to "WE NEED TO TALK," in an instant.

The level of urgency was brought from two sarcastic friends having a chat about their probably worse than they make it seem problems to I just killed a person and I'm hiding from the cops.

"You don't need to tell me now, it's fine." As I said that the urgency in her face turned into more of relief.

"Thanks, I don't really know how I would tell you about it anyways." She sank into her chair and let out an audible sigh.

Not knowing what it was kind of scared me to be completely honest, she was really one of the two only good friends I had, and recently, it seemed like she was sinking further and further into problems that I never knew about, hopefully I can do something to change this school soon, it doesn't seem like I have much time left before I lose my only good friends.

I grabbed a random book from one of the miscellaneous piles in the room and mindlessly flipped through it while trying to think of how I should go about fixing my school, and that's when I had a great idea...

If I could just get one person that I trust to know the truth about my ability I could use them as a way to just alter reality without having to come up with sneaky "would you rather's" but... at the moment even my good friends wouldn't really fit the picture for someone I would trust enough to do that. So for now, I'd have to take the long route.

The bell rang waking me up from my trance of thought, I put down the book I was flipping through and got up to go to my first class, every day a feeling of dread would seep into my mind when the bell rang, it was simple really, when the bell rings, it's like a morning rooster telling me that I'm going to get slammed into a locker and forced to hand over any money I have. Simply put, I don't hear it as a good sound at all.

After that I forced myself to go into autopilot for the rest of the day, and finally, another day in torture ended. Of course, as I left I was massaging my shoulder from the punches I received in the lunchroom.

I quickly skipped through the interaction with my parents and siblings and made it straight to my room with my hopes higher than the sky, I just knew it would be there, well you probably did as well because it would be real boring if nothing happened.

I slowly turned the doorknob to my room, building anticipation for myself of course, the soft click of my doors inner mechanism resounded through the hall, and finally, I had the truth, a single ten dollar bill was sitting on my bed, and I finally knew that what I had could change everything...