First Book of Trilogy Tea-Thrice-A.
Following RENadya TIAra
the youngest of Three Chaotic Sister (Family in all but blood), and a member of 45th city Highchool badass first generation.
Personality : Egoist, Prideful, Apathetic, Clumsy, Opportunist, Greedy, Mischiveous, Protective, Teritorial, (a bit of kleptomaniac), Naïve, too trusting, Gentle, Very Laid back, Stubborn, Loyal , Weak to praises, Smartass, Idealist, Believer of Fate.
Feature : Short, Plump, Brown skinned, Pixie like dark black hair, Using square glasses. Black charcoal eyes. Always using informal clothes in day off (the favorites is t-shirt, jacket / hoodie, and Jeans) , and only using patterned dress shirt, and pair of differents color of one formal kind of slacks to formal day.
Social Link : Step Father (deceased), Step Mother (Too Nice+ Invisible+ Religious), Step Dad (Workaholic+religious), Step Brother (Leader of Vigilante thugs), Grandpa (Deceased), Grandma (Hyperactive granny), Step-Uncles and Aunties (Out of Town), and Cousins (All Genious and Famous). Acquintaces (enough to care, but not one to thrust). (Born Family).
Part Time Job : Designer, Bussiness Woman, Private Tutor, and Writer.
High school student grade 1st at Local Highschool in the border of city. taking school because it is free from her mother and Grandma nagging and propose her amusement at playing with her teacher and schoolmate. Proud at whatever she did, and had a very 'ill' but not so harmless habbit.
Warning for dirty languange, Bad translation, and bit of violence here and there.
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Chapter 1 : Cursed
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I wonder if bad luck is also fate? Or it was a karma from my horride deeds at my past live? For someone like me who yearn for a peace life, that was utterly impossible.
I who also hope for life in rainbow induced world, being with my big family, with much of fluffy little animal to pet contently, and Happily ever after....
Yet in Reality, Almost everyday, one way or another I will ended up tangled in trouble. And not every time I can get away unscathed. Well, it’s not like I denied that few time it was come from my own fault but still…
Live is so Unfair….
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I’m usually called Ren, by my closest people, and Tia for My ‘acquintance’. This maybe look like two faced, but that’s the way my live have been for me. But I can admit that my appearance is somewhat specific.
Spesifically ugly of course. With tanned, short (barely 150 cm), pudgy body Teenage Girl, and the twig like hair that’s so easy to fall out (that’s way I always keep it cut pixie like short style). I’m one of kind that run away if someone ask my photo. It’s not that I care about my looks, but the whisper here and there is quite troublesome, and I do feel bad to make (sometime) a beautiful scenery become tainted with my presence, aside that I also dislike when it stem into a real problem later on.
Another cliché things in my life, is bully. Since I’m kindergarden, Attracting those kind of people who like to find some smugness for themselves by ridiculing other people that seemed like to have major sign of insecurities like magnet, look like to be my trait too.
Like my Adorable little brother pointed many time over, that I am infact, is a real walking, and living bait. Not that I’m upset about it, tough. I find those ‘big meanie’ is quite amusing if I just stare them in the eyes with blank look, tilting my head to a side and sent a do-not-understand ‘fake’ Innocent look, then walking away leaving them with humming tune cheerfully or Help them randomly with my own volition leaving them spultered with hurting pride and confusion. And sometime I fake called teacher and act like something in trouble and scaring the bullies a bit with my innocent act. It’s can be said that I indeed inherited a bit of mischievous trait from My Mom. And honestly said, my act skill really need an award.
But, sometime, when the tension escalated quickly, and The Group of bullies who get pissed off, that usually consist at least 4 people to ten people. When things got like this, it’s not even funny anymore. What a shame. The place this kind of accident usually is school bathroom’s, if the bullies girls who demanded cat fight, and School’s empty class or hall or even school’s warehouse if the bullies is group of boys whose demanded my respect or want me to be their errant girl or something.
Let’s this said that there’s a reason why I really love my wooden fan, and little butterfly knife that I hid in my jacket everytime, and take it to everywhere.
In the End, The girls will ended up crying with bruised face and battered body, and The Boys will ended up with swollen head, black eyes, tear in their cloths, or sometime cuts, here and there. They all later on growing fear for the ‘smiling she-devil’ or something.
Well not that I care, as I can always avoided being called by the principal with the help of the Majority teachers that support me, as I’m just a sweet shy smarty teacher pet in their eyes. (how poor them).
Sometime if those ex-bullies look at me with frightened gaze, I’ll approached them instead, and help them in study (not like I do their homework, but more like I explain in very slow and considerate with giving them example that they might found in daily live) or listen to their trouble and giving free advice from my outlook because I’m not one to hold grudges against people that ‘wrong’ing me even though the one that beaten them is me, and later on Slowly, I unexpectedly gained what the manga call a henchman’s. then not much later, another school teenage ‘thugs’ heard about this.
They fought and tried to destroy my beloved school (and source for my amusement) down. I, who was extremely NOT amused by that act, goes hunting those who is responsible with the help of schoolmates that declare themselves as my ‘ henchman’ to beat them all to pulp.
Those irresponsible thugs then cried to their brother or sister that actually an older version of thugs on their middle school, or highschool.
and the Gang war happened.
Fu*k my life.