128. Murder

Miguel writes his notes on his notebook, revealing very ugly writing that is barely recognizable from scribbles.

Miguel then gasps, about to sneeze a hailstorm.

But he held it.

His nose, however, still itched.

He gasped once more.

He holds it.

"ACHOO!!!"

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!*

He farted. Like... really loud. Funny, right?

Everyone in class turns to Miguel, who is in the front seat of the class.

"That wasn't-..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!"

Miguel wipes his tears as he closed his bag.

"Hoy! Lodi!" laughed a normie, approaching Miguel. "PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!" He cackled as he high fives his friends.

Miguel sighs and closes his bag, zipping it closed as he puts it on his back. He stands up and walks out of the classroom.

On the way home, Tyrone bumps into Miguel's shoulder as Miguel falls on the ground. He slowly tries to stand up but the normie offers his hand for help.

Miguel smiles softly as he reached out for the boy's hand.

"Oops!" smiled the normie, as he pulls his hand away and Miguel drops on mud. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Tyrone laughed, as he walked away with his friends who listened to Filipino rap music.

Miguel slowly tries to stand up.

"Miggy! This little Miggy got mud on his face!" laughed another normie.

Miguel bowed his head and walked to the Jeepney stop. He waited in a really long line.

A normie cuts in line in front of Miguel.

"Uh... Hey!" yelled Miguel.

"Uh... Hey!" the normie copied his voice in a mocking tone.

"You cut in line-..." Miguel softly said.

The normie brings out his chest and bumps Miguel as he topples on the ground once more.

Miguel whimpers softly as he stands right back up.

The other people in the line follow after the normie.

"Hey! Let me back in! I was there!" yelled Miguel.

The kids laugh at him as Miguel sighs. Miguel walks back to the back of the line.

"He's the guy who draws cartoon characters and anime between classes," whispered a kid.

"That guy tried to get it with that cute girl. Jessica Polnareff. He stalked her and stuff," whispered another. "He was so creepy and desperate. He was so gross."

Miguel depressedly returned to the back of the line.

Later...

"The first rule of being a Grimm is that you should always be smart in this world of monstrosities. Everywhere and anywhere, a Cryptid, Stand-User, or Supernatural Creature could have malicious intent and attack you."

"Dad... I'm not a Grimm!" yelled Miguel.

"Yes, you are," said Arthur.

"I'm an Aswang, Dad!" yelled Miguel. "I'm an Aswang Black-Eyes, and you can't change that! I'm weird!"

"No, you're not!" laughed Arthur. "You're a Grimm! You're more Grimm than anyone is! That's why when you grow up, you'll get into law and become President of the Philippines! Heroes of the people like you're destined to be!Now, what do Grimms do when they get ambushed by a horde of Manticores?"

"Go for the tails and find a high place..." Miguel rolled his eyes.

"Very good, Miguel! Now! Recite the whispering spell!" smiled Arthur.

Miguel prepared to talk.

"Up-up-up! Whispering!" smiled Arthur.

Miguel whispers a spell.

The next day...

Miguel brushes his teeth and spits on the sink. He looks at himself in the mirror and cleans the eye boogers he has on his eyes.

He prepared his clothes, ironed by his mother as he puts his black hoodie on. At the back of the hoodie says "JoJo" written in large white block letters.

His mother kisses him on the head and hugs him. "Take care, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom," smiled Miguel.

He left the house and entered another line for the jeep.

Later...

He laughs as he said, "See ya!" to his friends in their social group, "Weeb Town," as he walked back to his classroom.

In the classroom, he wrote in his notes rather silently.

"You're meant to rule the five worlds, Miguel JoJo..."

Miguel shook his head and focused in class.

"Yeek!" yelled the teacher, seeing his notes. "Make your writing better! Yeesh, Mr. Bean!"

The class laugh once more.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" yelled a girl. "SOMEONE'S DEAD!!!"

Everyone runs out of the classrooms and sees that the normie who bullied Stephen, Nick, to have a large hole punched in his chest.

His eyes were dead. His skin was pale. He was motionless and his pupils dilated. A massive puddle of blood stayed underneath the person.

Everyone looked in horror, but Miguel psychotically smirked.

"Miguel JoJo please go to the principal's office."

*SLAM*

"I don't trust your words, Miguel JoJo," said Levi, slamming his desk. "You're the only Stand-User other than Lord and Zed (who are both absent at the same time for some reason) who is currently in the campus that has the exact way of killing. Also, Stephen, but he's suspended."

"I've never killed anyone, Mr. Zeppeli!" yelled Miguel. "I never will kill anyone! Why would you think it's me! Just ask the teacher! Everyone was laughing at me for my writing again and called me Mr. Bean because I was acting goofy since I dropped the painting on my head when I helped in cleaning..."

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!" laughed Levi. "Your writing! Good one! Best running gag ever!*ahem*...You may have an alibi but you do hate Nick as well... So I have my eye on you, Mr. HoHo."

"It's... JoJo," said Miguel, bowing his head.

Note: In the Philippines, J is pronounced as H when it comes to Proper Nouns just like in Spain.

"Fine... Go... But remember!" yelled Levi.

"No using of Stands in school..." said Miguel, shaking his head. "Yadayadayada."

Later...

Miguel zips his bag once more as he prepares to go to school. He walks in the hallways alone.

"HEY, MIGUEL!!!" yelled Stephen, popping out of the trash can.

"Oh! Hey, Stephen," said Miguel.

"We have to fix this mystery, Miguel!" yelled Stephen.

"It's 'solve' this mystery, and no thank you," replied Miguel, walking past him.

"Come on! Miguel! Remember in Grade 4 when I was Greg Heffley and you were Rowley Jefferson?" asked Stephen.

"Stephen... Do I agree that you're an anti-social sociopath?" rhetorically asked Miguel. "Yes. Was I an idiot who would do anything you'd tell me to do?"

Before...

"Hey! Miguel!" smiled a young Stephen. "DRAG RACING!!! Girls love drag racers!"

"Oh, yeah!" smiled a goofier and younger Miguel.

"Wear this blindfold while doing it!" smiled Stephen.

Also before...

"Hey, Miguel!" smiled Stephen. "Let's skip class and fix your hair for your crush, Erica!"

Also-also before...

"Hey, Miguel!" smiled Stephen. "Wear this chicken costume to distract the teachers so I can steal the toilet paper from the hygiene cabinet!"

Now...

"I almost got suspended, Stephen!" yelled Miguel. "Thirty-five times!"

"Yeah!" laughed Stephen. "You're the only one in our group who was never suspended! Possibly even the whole school!It'd be awesome! Like some kind of school anime!"

"Stephen... This is real life. It's not an anime. It's not a cartoon where we are the main characters. It's not a self-insert book where we could do anything. It's real life," said Miguel, continuously walking away. "We're not ace detectives. We're a couple of losers who are continuously and maliciously bullied to the point of self-harm. I hate the normies and I will never help them. Not even a dead one."

"Something tells me... IT WAS YOU!!!" yelled Stephen.

"I'm not a long-ranged Stand-User, Stephen," said Miguel. "And you should be the one who's considered sus. You're suspended and you're in school. You could've used Rock Bottom to kill them."

"Whop! But I didn't!" yelled Stephen. "Because I was at home playing video games! Just ask my mommy and my sister, Mariam! We were at home!"

"I don't think you actually have a family. That's how shady you are, Stephen," said Miguel. "You always throw me under the bus, Stephen!"

"Yeah? Well, I won't this time! I swear!" smiled Stephen.

"No!" yelled Miguel.

Miguel left the school as Stephen brushed his chin as if it was a beard.

"Hmmm..." said Stephen. "Whoever it is... We'll get them!"

Miguel leaves and bumps into a beautiful dark-skinned school girl.

"Oh," said Miguel. "Sorry!"

Her "bodyguard", who is a normie, grabs Miguel by the collar.

"I'm sorry," whimpered Miguel.

He is then punched in the face as Miguel slowly stands right back up.

The normie spits in his face.

Miguel walked in the rain as he gets wet even though he had an umbrella. The umbrella was pulled out of the wind and breaks.

Miguel bows his head, as his eyes stared blankly forward.

Miguel sighs. "Am I cursed? I dunno... Some kind of stupid desperate school drama bullshit... asking about my depressing life... But I don't care. I will never care. Why? Because I hate them. I hate all of them. I hate them so much. I hate them. I hate them... And lastly? It should've been me to kill that normie... Not the normie. I should've murdered him. But..."

Miguel's hands trembled.

"It isn't right. And I hate that! I hate that that's the way things are! The way that idea is wrong! After everything that they do to me... I won't do it! I can't do it! But I will never help them. Never. Because they're animals... Animals, I tell you.Animals..."