YoursTrulyVic

Every day I get up at 6:00 am to get ready for school, I leave the house by 7:00 am, I arrive at 7:30 am, I head towards my homeroom, I sit in my assigned seat and study for another 25 minutes until a bell goes off signifying that it is 8:00 am, and now classes have begun. The day goes by and as soon as I know it, lunchtime rolls around at noon, I go to the library and sit down at the usual table that is always open by the window and unpack the meal that my chef has made for me and eat. Lunch is over at 12:55 pm, so I shuffle my way towards my other class and the rest of the day plays out, and then the bell rings signifying that it is the end of the day, 4:00 pm, so I get picked up by my chauffeur and brought back to my house. Then I study and get my homework done until 8:00 pm. I go downstairs to eat dinner by myself and head back upstairs and read my favorite books, listen to music, and watch t.v until it is 11:00 pm. I turn off the lights and I go to bed and everything repeats. 

Except for one morning memories of a life beyond my imagination start to flood my brain.  

So why after all of these years, since I've received these memories, have things started to go south?!

The picture that is used for the title cover is NOT MINE.

I'm Not A Villainess!

She shook her head, "I left it in my desk."


This was going to be harder than I thought.  Class 2.  Class 2.  I need to get these papers to class 2 before I get in trouble.  Wait a second-


"Hina-chan isn't Sakura-chan and Koko-chan in class 2?"


Realization dawned on her face and she immediately brightened and nodded her head fervently.


I ducked under the window ledges and got on all four.  This is so unsightly and so improper.  But I have to do it, if not for me, then for Hina-chan!  I crawled along the edge as Hina followed right behind.


My hands!  I need to rinse them just like my mouth.  I continued to trek through the horrendous terrain as I heard kids laugh and talk loudly.  Particularly, creepy giggles that belonged to my fellow classmates.  I took a right turn and continued until I hear another set of giggles, still just as creepy, but unfamiliar.  I turned my head around.


Hina quickly went on her knees and peeked into the classroom.  She gave me the signal and shooed me.  I went down the edge further away from her.  She circled her finger along her palm and stamped it twice.


Yes!  They had window seats!  I pray I will always be good!  Luck has finally found me and I plan to never let it go!


I got on my knees and took a peep.  Right in front of me was Sakura-chan.  I tapped the window twice.  She looked over and her mouth dropped.  Like an O.


'We need to be let in.' I communicated with my eyes.


She looked around and pretended to lean on her palm facing the window as if she was sleeping.


She shook her head and quickly wrote on a piece of paper.  She then held it up.


A pig?  I look like a pig.  But I didn't even eat the cake yesterday or the day before.  Have I gotten fat?  What if--


I heard a knock, I looked up and saw Sakura tapping her wrist.


Oh, I guess she doesn't have eye telepathy.  That's weird.


She immediately understood and pointed toward my right and there was a door about five meters away.  She then raised her hand and I quickly ducked under the edge and was back on all fours.


"Psss Hina-chan," I whispered, " Let's go."


I began to wiggle towards the door.  Once again, on the move.  Operation fake ghost.  Hmm... I kind of like the sound of that.  Hina and I are like spies, risking our lives just because of fake ghosts that turned out to be an argumentative pair of scoundrels.  Fufufu, they can have their privacy.  I'm a very generous person, and I can't infringe on an intimate moment of hate-


"Oompf." Hina hit my butt and both of us were down for the count.


That's not Sakura-chan.  I looked up and paled at the sight of the devil in disguise, just a nightmare disguised as a little bunny with doe eyes.


Ch. 8 - Second day...