The door flies open, and Snow strides inside, her waist moving in the white skirt of our school uniform.
It seemed like every other day, the students gathered around her as soon as she entered. She was—no, she is—an untouched snowflake, her skin as white as snow, hair the color of glimmering moonlight.
She is the ideal girl for all men. Strong, smart, athletic, and also—
"Get the hell out of my way," she hisses at everyone, her gleaming blue eyes piercing the air like a sword.
Brutally cold.
Yet, no matter how cold she is, everyone still worships her, since she is the school's beauty and the only thing that makes our humble classroom so popular.
The crowd outside our classroom says it all.
The students around her part while I only watch from the sidelines as she walks over to her desk, piled to the ceiling with snacks. And no, it's not a metaphor; it was reaching the ceiling.
I've watched our classmates assemble this like Jenga for minutes, watching it crumble repeatedly until they finally succeeded. Nevertheless, that doesn't stop her from batting it down without any remorse for everyone to see, then taking a seat in her chair as everyone just watches.
Silently.
Still, even though all their hard work went down with it, I know they're happy deep down that she even touched it this time, since she used her bag the other times.
Yes… I repeat, this is not the first time; it has become a daily thing ever since one kid began to bring her chocolates, and she kept them instead of throwing them away.
"Progress," I mutter, a bit impressed that today was at least different, yet that difference is all I needed to see.
Taking a stand, everyone's eyes and attention shift to me. "Still, I don't like—" Grabbing onto the sides of my desk, I lift it and hurl it towards her, and she only watches in horror as her face connects with it, the corner of the desk digging into her eyes and the rest of her facial features.
"THIS DREAM!!" I finish while screeching.
A moment passes in silence, all eyes now on her lifeless body twitching on the floor with the desk still on top of her.
"Yeah!!" I bawl out, my hands compressed into a tight fist. "Bullseye! Literally!"
Slowly but surely, all my classmates' faces contort into anger, but not normally; it changes with bubbles that spread across their entire face like bugs crawling beneath their rubber-like skin, forcing their eyes to enlarge and settle.
"Demons." I hiss in disgust, leaning back a bit.
Just as I take a step back, they come hurling towards me like waves of monsters, nails like claws readying to attack. With quick thinking, I snatch a pen from the table next to me.
[Stigma accessing]
"Construct authority!" I shout out loud, watching them close in on me.
[Construct authority activating …]
"Gun!"
[Errors overriding and replicating a gun]
From a pen, a gun materializes in my hands, and my worried smirk brightens into a smile as I let them loose, each sound of the bullet shooting out echoing throughout the classroom as the windows turn pitch black, only leaving the light from each bullet to light up the darkened room, revealing the shifting waves of the creatures.
"HAHA! HAHA!" I burst out into laughter as blood splatters onto my face and clothes.
[Sanity points accumulated]
[Madness points deducted]
[Stasis: 0%]
"SOUUTAAAA!!" A sharp, unexpected voice cuts through my dream, and I fly up to see everyone in the class looking at me, with the teacher, Mr. Arata, staring at me, his face completely red with anger.
"Oh." That's all I can let out as all eyes are on me, even the "school's beauty," whom I truly despise.
"How dare you sleep in my class?" He huffs, clenching the chalk tightly in his fist.
Maybe the weight in his oversized belly is creating some breathing problems?
"Mr. Arata, are you okay? I think you should go to the hospital to check that breathing out," I say blankly, only uttering the words of concern that plague my mind.
If his face was already red, then I swear he might have turned orange for a second as he stomped over to me, the rest of the class muffling their laughter as he snatched me up and threw me outside of the class.
"Go tell the principal what you said, and make sure to let your parents know I want to talk to them!" He shouts before slamming the door shut.
I guess people don't consider others' concerns.