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Prologue (3 Years Back) (1 1/2 Page, Edited a bit)

It was a cold, rainy day when I first arrived.  I like rainy days, but it didn't relax the nerves I had about the new people I would meet.  As walked down the halls, I thought about my father and how he was doing.  He didn't look so good when I left, but what can I do?  Only thing I can do now is finish his dream, and that should be no problem.  I came back to reality and took a deep breath.  I opened the door, and there, I would meet the people would change me; well, not really.  After all, I had only one year left of high school.
            The class was small, like my last school.  I wondered how the students would react to me.  No one noticed me.  “H-hi everyone.  H-how ya d-doin’?”  God, that wasn't right.  I wanted to make a fresh start, and I end up stuttering?  Damn!  Not like I can start over!  All eyes were on me.  I started sweating and my neck was all hot.  Back then, I wasn't a very outgoing person.  I was pretty shy.  Anyways, my face was obviously scared and all those eyes were looking, staring, and knowing.  The teacher cleared his throat and beckoned me to the front.  I remembered thinking, In front of everyone?!  That’s cruel!  I knew I should've used deodorant!  My heart was pounding and I looked down at my feet.  Wait, I shouldn't be afraid!  I lifted my head up, but my knees started shaking.  Bad habit.  I tripped on a pack because I didn't watch my feet.
            “Agh!”  While I was falling, I tried to grab onto something, anything that would soften my fall.  I took hold of something silky and gripped it hard.  Little did I know it was some girl’s shirt.  Rrrrrrip!!!  I hit my head.  It throbbed and I could see some li'l birdies floating around.  I rubbed my head I looked at what I had grabbed with me.
            “Huh?  Whazzuh...black bra?"
            "AAAAAHHH!!!"  A bloodcurdling scream spewed from her lips.  I stood on my feet and looked over that girl.  She wasn't wearing a shirt anymore.  Or anything at all.  I just stood there without apologizing, dumbfounded at seeing a girl’s bare flesh for the first time.  My mind shut down, mainly ‘cause I've never seen a girl’s…*ahem* before.  Whoooooa!  All the guys in the class were laughing, which erupted like a sonic boom.  Then I noticed something: The shirt I'd just ripped off belong to the only girl in the class!  The girl covered herself and kicked me in the groin.  I coughed out the word, “GOD!”

After what seemed like hours, I finally introduced myself to the class.  The girl had a new shirt on.  I tried to give the girl an apologetic look, but she kept glaring at me!  “I’m called Percy.”  Everyone snickered at that old, strange Human name.  “Hey, I didn’t choose it, ya know!  *Ahem*, anyways.  I transferred from the Harblote High, Magician Division.”  I heard a more than a few boos from the back.  Makes sense, since this is the rival school of Armundil High, Warrior Division.  After I was done introducing myself and mostly everyone was done laughing at me, I was assigned the seat next to someone named Krook.  It was also the seat next to that girl!  She gave me evil eyes as the guys laughed.  Damn teacher.  Isn't it convenient that I have to sit here, while there are other empty seats elsewhere.  The girl was to my right, grinding her teeth like she was ready to bite me.  I didn't need to see her mouth; I could hear them.  I tried not to look at her, but it got me thinking.  Back then, there weren't a lot of girls taking the Warrior Division, and guys didn't exactly have the dream of being a world-class Magician.  So I found it strange to see a girl in the class.  The teacher told us to turn to page whatever and everyone spaced out, all ten guys, including me.  I turned to the left and tried talking to Krook, but I could feel her eyes burning on the back of my skull.  I felt dread and sweat.  Krook was sooo useful.

“Ya know, anyone who pisses her off is dead.  And she ain’t easy t’ piss off!”  He whispered as he chuckled with an urban accent.  I thought sarcastically, Gee, thanks for the support, dude.  Really appreciate it.

            “I-really-didn't-want-to-know-about-that.”  I said each word separately.
            "Last time a guy got on her nerves, he was never seen again..."  He tried to spook me, but that fake ominous tone cracked me up.  "She's hot though, ain't she?"
            "Well, I haven't exactly seen her face yet, I dunno."
            "That's not what I was talkin' about!  Bwahaha!"
            I tried to shush him.  "Dude!  She'll hear ya!"
            I felt a paper ball hit the back of my head.  I turned around slowly, scared to look at her face.  I knew it came from her.  The ball seemed innocent enough.  Of course it wasn't.
            Opening it up carefully like it was ticking the seconds away, it stated, “Imma kill you.  Better say good-bye to everyone you know and love.  That is all.”  Oh yeah, it also had some ‘charming’ knife stabbing and a stick figure of me bleeding.  Whoopee.  What a way to start the senior year of high school!