You know who's the baddest in town right now?

That's me.

It's funny how much coolers and black clothes can change you. It's so cliché, I love it.

Isn't that usually a guy?
Whatever...

And do you wanna know who's the nicest?

This guy called Brendon.

I mean, he's new too. And since the 'I'm totally badass, don't even think about messing with me' role was already claimed by me, he's the 'I'm a total angel' guy.

Or he's just nice.

And I would probably be lying if I said I don't wish it was the other way around. I mean, I'm practically ignored. Not even my 'angelic charm' can pull them in.

I mean, it's supposed to be there naturally...

Turns out, people no longer judge by looks.

But as of right now, I have bigger problems to deal with other than my existential crisis.

My motherland's existential crisis.

People of the underworld have entered the earth. Mom thinks it won't be long before they set foot on the clouds.

Our world's inhabitants disagree.

They think they are already living on the clouds.

And father's brother (more like mom's arch nemesis) is stirring violence up there. Like, actual violence. Against mom. And I, being the good daughter I am, unquestioningly came to this hellhole.

Ok earth hole. I don't see the difference.

I pick up my books and walk out of the cafeteria. The food tastes worse than it did last time, so I trashed it. Once I'm out at the hallways of the university, everyone clears out, leaving a large amount of space for me to pass.

People! It's not like I have a contagious disease or something...

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Class goes on and on and on and on...

And Brendon's hair moves up and down and up and down...

I feel like I'm totally getting this 'bad girl who's also a creep' thing. It's probably who I've always been but never was allowed to show...

And I totally didn't just add creep to the list.

But Brendon's hair is mesmerising, though.

Whenever his head shot up, his hair flopped backwards and down his head. And it also seemed very familiar for some reason...

But I just don't see how I could know him.
But it's not impossible. For all I know, Brendon could be the devil.

I barely know him. No one does. Because he's new.
But he seems quite genuine, though. And I just feel like he isn't capable of fooling a whole school and an angel, so I score out the possibility.

I finally force my mind to absorb whatever the professor's saying.

And end up unsuccessful.