couldn't believe it.
She was sitting on my bed like she owned the place… and my ceiling was still a gaping hole.
"Alright," I said slowly, "let's talk rules."
She didn't move. She just crossed her arms and glared.
"Rule number one," I continued, "don't set my room on fire. I have important stuff here. Like my video game collection."
Her eyebrow twitched. She didn't speak. Did she even understand sarcasm?
After an awkward 10 minutes, I realized she wasn't leaving. So I did what any sane person would do.
I texted my best friend, Riya.
"Bro. I swear. A girl fell from my ceiling. Has fire powers. Says she's here to kill me. Please tell me this isn't the beginning of some anime."
No reply. Typical.
The next day at school, things went from bad to worse.
She somehow followed me. Through the corridor. Past the principal. Into my classroom.
"Excuse me," the teacher said, frowning. "Who is she?"
"She's… um… my… exchange student?" I said quickly.
She gave me a look that clearly said, "Are you kidding me?"
I whispered, "You have to act normal."
She whispered back — in some alien language — and muttered: "Your world's school rules are illogical."
Great. Not only is she trying to kill me, she's also insulting my education system.
Class started, and my classmates were curious. Who was this mysterious, slightly scary girl sitting next to me?
Then came the first test of her "powers."
The teacher handed out a surprise pop quiz.
She looked at the paper, frowned, and tried to summon fire — probably thinking it would solve math problems.
Nothing happened.
She slammed her palm on the desk. Sparks? Smoke? Nope. Just dust from the broken ceiling above.
I snorted. She glared at me.
Apparently, laughing at a would-be assassin is a crime in her world.
During lunch, she tried to communicate with me again.
I decided to actually talk. Carefully.
"So… you came from another world to kill me," I said. "But… what happens if we… you know… don't?"
She froze. Her face softened for a split second.
"Then… I fail my mission," she whispered.
I nodded slowly.
"Mission failed… sounds like a normal Monday to me."
She blinked. Maybe my sarcasm confused her. Or maybe my world's humor was too weird.
By the end of the day, I realized something terrifying:
She wasn't going anywhere.
And neither was I.
Because apparently, in her world, I'm destined to destroy everything she cares about.
And in my world… she's my roommate, my assassin, and possibly the most confusing girl I've ever met.
Which, honestly, is saying a lot.
To be continued… 🔥