Shoecha
The Ch 4 - Bad Mood

VARIELLA

It's been a week, it means it also coincides with the first day I met him. H... That Alberta idiot...

" Hay, El, what are you doing?" Asked Falisya who had just come, sitting next to me. I turned my head, frowned, then his hand grabbed the book I was carrying, flipping it.

" It looks like Mr. Harry would have preferred it if you had read it in a good position" I only showed a face with a flat expression.

" There's a lot I have to think about these endings, and it's all exhausting, okay?" My word.

" Fine, can you tell me now, what has made you turn into a monstrous cold creature this early?" Ask yourself to get closer. I closed my book, then took a deep breath,

" Team! Teng! Teng! Teng!..." The bell rang loudly from the top of the school building on the left side, along with the noise and large steps of the students entering the class.

" Maybe sometime" I replied briefly.

"Oh, come on..." Persuaded it. But soon our teacher entered the classroom. Making everyone speechless, including Falisya.

" Okey, next time," he continued confirming the position towards the board. Mr. Holwis circulated his gaze to all corners of the classroom. He is an authoritarian Physics teacher. Yes, at least, that's what the students say, many of his study contracts are quite torturous.

To be sure besides me, because I was one of the outstanding exemplary students, so, he loved me very much.

Mr. Holwis himself is also renowned for being highly disciplined with numerous awards in the field of dismissal of several students over the years. So horrible. So my advice, never play.

" Miss Aesyel Variella Quenner,"

" Eh, e, present," I was shocked, raising my right hand reflexively as Falisya nudged my arm. I realized that right now the whole class was staring at me, heh, those eyes really made me very, very uncomfortable.

" Miss Varella," Mr. Holwis confirmed the location of her glasses.

" I hope you don't daydream this early, you know? My neighbor Hellen daydreams early in the morning like you, too, and he dies because he just keeps standing in the middle of the train line," the whole class laughed at me, huh, fuck. Will school be this boring forever?

Falisya turned back to look at me,

" He's not checking our presence" I frowned, straightening my gaze at Mr. Holwis. Oh yeah, he was handing out his replay last week.

I finally got up and walked forward with the feeling of being lazy to go to school as usual.

" Yah!..." I'm fallin. Everyone is laughing at my stupidity right now.

" A... Sakiiiit, don't ever daydream this early, Miss El..."

The tone was so disgusting, it felt like I really wanted to bite the ugly leg that had dropped me. But I canceled it. I got back on my feet, walked over to Mr. Holwis, received the paper that he swished to me.

" It seems like you've been in trouble lately, Miss Variella, come to my room if there's anything you want to share with me," she said gently, looking at me fixedly, fixedly, as he usually does.

And behind that sharp gaze was like a great hope. Something that people may never realize, but I can realize. The meek side of a masterful figure who looks firm and competent. I can feel it.

" I'm not papa," I replied, turning to the table,

yep... Not a single student received any special attention from this killer master. Maybe, you could say, I'm lucky enough.

" I just lack focus" I replied. Falisya looked at the contents of my paper. Four. It was the worst grade of all time I was in school.

During the lesson I kept quiet in daydreams. I remembered my dreams, and also, the strange happenings that always followed.

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We walked to the school cafeteria. Take a lunch break that would normally be boring. That's what we always get as junior classes.

I sat next to Falisya. Seating in this dining room is also in between the area for junior students, which is first and second grade, and the area for senior students, which is third grade and fourth grade.

I don't know where they got that idea from. Even if I get an opinion about this school, I think this school building is time to be restored. Or turned into a museum and closed. Not continue to be a school by leaving a horror impression.

The building looks more like the Castle of Dracula reot or perhaps trash to be precise, among hundreds of other modern buildings. The dominance of brown is sad and the mystical impression that even makes me look at it lazily.

I was wondering why a rotten building like this still had so many fans, like my two parents, or Aleta. Confusing.

" The el,"

" Hem," I raised my head towards Falisya, my mouth still full of noodles. He was just staring at me, but I knew what those eyes meant. I hurriedly swallowed my lunch. Then take a little of my lemonade which is not too cold.

" Stop with your very unqualified gaze, okay," I asked.

" Please start your story, I never even knew you could actually create a grade below seven in your entire life at school" he replied in surprise. He knows when I am not in the mood. There was a slight impression of worry from his tone

" Hufffs... So here's Fal, me, weird," to me in a lethargic tone.

" Yeach, indeed," she responded. Hm... I'm offended. He was trying to get me to tell a story, and now, he just seems to think my talk is a stupid joke.

" I'm weird, you know?" I repeated, standing up, raising my two hands at waist level.

" El, what do you mean, come on... I don't understand" he replied, I snorted and sat down.

" I'll show you something" I said.

I never tried it on purpose, but it seemed, I could indeed control it a little consciously.

" Yeach, okay," the parrot's not sure, trying to believe it.

" Look, but don't yell or make any noise" I fell silent.

" What?" He asked curiously because nothing happened.

" You have to promise, man," I said staring at him.

" Okay, I promise." she replied, I smiled.

This is not something that deserves to be made a play-play tool, I fully know about it. But Falisya was curious.

I fear that my life after this will be as chaotic as the life of Harry Potter in the books I read.