Chapter Ten

My palms got sweaty, and the gun slipped from my grip and clattered to the ground. But I paid no attention to it and left it there as I scrambled up.

The poor boy. The area where I shot him had a small hole and was leaking bright red blood. He was sitting, and his head was resting on his shoulder. His eyes were open and frozen.

Like that he was spying on me.

I will admit that it creeped me out, but that was not the worst part. His shirt was stained with blood, and the back wall...

...was splattered with his blood.

"Oh..." I groaned at such a horror sight. My stomach had butterflies, and I am serious. There were real butterflies flying around in my stomach! "What have I done? What have I done...?"

I needed to flee from the scene. Run and never look back. How would Mrs. Burtmon and Principal Brown react when they found out that I killed a student? But...I did not mean to.

How would Dr. Maxwell feel? Would he be angry at me? Punish me? Disown me?

Holding back tears as best as I could, I raced out of the classroom, out of the school, and to the outside world. I did not even bother to gather my backpack and school supplies. What was the point? Sooner or later, they would piece together that it was me.

I thought that I would be free once I was outside and feeling the coolness of the wind. I was wrong.

Would you believe that the school was setting up a bake sale out of all the days? It was just not my day.

Aside from the principal, there were no teachers. Just some students. They were unfolding tables and chairs and had all kinds of desserts. Cupcakes. Cakes. Pies. Muffins. Cookies.

This would have been the perfect moment to rebel against Dr. Maxwell and chow down on some of the desserts. Sadly, that was not on my mind. I was too concerned on fleeing the school grounds before the lifeless body was found.

To make matters worse, Mr. Brown noticed me and announced that I was the new student and to welcome me. And unlike the boy whom I shot, they were nice to me. The students halted what they were doing and surrounded me.

"No, no," I pleaded. "Please..."

"It is a pleasure to have you at our school," a girl said. She held out a plate of cookies. "Have as many cookies as you would like. Free of charge."

I pushed the plate away. "No thank you."

"How about a piece of pie?" a boy offered me. "You do not know food until you try one."

"No pies. No cookies. No nothing! Please." I pushed past the crowd. "I have somewhere to be."

Mr. Brown seemed surprised by this. "Where are you going, Ada? Class starts in ten minutes!"

"I will be back," I lied. Right after that, I heard a shriek.

That was my cue.

I ran away from the crowd and school and overheard Mrs. Burtmon exclaiming that a dead body was in her classroom. I was grateful that I escaped when I did. What would have happened to me if I did stay?

I made my way down the sidewalk and crossed somebody's backyard to get to the woods. But as I did, I saw that something about me was not quite right.

I skidded to a halt next to the house's window. No one was in the room or backyard, so I did a quick peek inside. More precisely, I was looking at my reflection in the glass. At first, I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me. But when I accepted the fictional reality, I felt like screaming.

My hair. A strand of my hair was yellow. Bright yellow.

"What in the world...?" I said. I tripped and would have fallen if not for my excellent balance.

Wait a minute. If I was programmed to have precise balance, why did I not have it when I shot that boy?

As if my brain could be read out loud, a mysterious person said, "Let us say that it is destiny."

"Huh?" I glanced all around the backyard. "Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Do not be fearful, young one. I am on your side."

I growled. "Are you deaf? I told you to show yourself!"

I heard clapping and looked to where it was coming from. A figure, a girl, was standing by the woods and clapping excitedly.

"There you go, girl! You have it in you!"

The girl was the same height as me. Her skin was a mix of white and black, and she was wearing a blue and white, long-sleeved dress that touched the ground. Earrings that matched her dress were dangling from her ears.

"Ada Maxwell. Such an honor to meet you," she said.

I dashed up to her. "Who are you? I have never seen you before."

"Neither have the readers, dear Ada." She did a curtsy. "I am Diversity."

"Last name?" I asked.

"Forgive me. I have been using Diversity for a long time that my last name has disappeared from my memory."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I suppose that you wanted to see me."

"All the way. You see, I have been watching you."

"W-watching me?"

"Yep. I witnessed what you did."

"Y-you did?"

"You killed that boy." I did not know what to say, so she continued. "Do not be ashamed of murdering him. He deserved it. After all, he put himself onto you. Serves the greedy ba—" She stopped herself in the nick of time. "Pardon me. I have been teaching the fictional villains to not use such bad language all last week and this week."

"You teach?"

"I do, and it is not just your average teaching. Did I mention that I am the best fictional villain ever?"

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