The morning air was thick, as it wafted in from the open balcony doors. Usually the sea air was calming; it'd used to be soothing.
You knew it was coming.
That you've used up all your nine lives; it was the day of reckoning.

Your (e/c) eyes were dulled and drained of life. Eerily staring out towards the blowing curtains, stiffened vertically across your bed, with tucked hands resting between your head and pillow.

By now, millions would most likely have seen the video, except only the smallest percentage would be able to connect the dots and trace them back to you. Knowing that you ARE Little Miss Cyber. Chances are they would then expose you to the world, to collect the rich rewards for the unmasking of the influential blogger's alias of the LMC Blog.
You didn't dare to check your blog and see what people are saying about the video.

However, that seemed so irrelevant right now, all that concerned you, was how are you going to see this plan through. The gamble had high stakes and every variable is scattered, making it possibly almost impossible for it to work perfectly.

It felt like you were waiting for something... Maybe even someone.
Are you meant to wait around for your punishment to summon you or are you meant to wonder around to find it?

Reluctantly you pushed yourself off the bed, sitting up with a wooziness swaying your head around gently, then came the intense queasiness as you rose to your feet. Slowly stammering over towards the door, stepping in a slow pace synced up to your long, drawn out breathing, the bedroom door knob met the skin of your clammy, jittering palm.

The door knob started to twist by itself, causing your hand to withdraw from it from fright. Your nerves calmed as you saw a familiar person on the other side, staring into your soul with his ruby eyes.

Gilbert: tensing up his shoulders
Ahh, I'm presuming jou already have an idea, zthat jou need to see Germania?

He sent Gilbert to get you?
Definitely expulsion!!!

You didn't utter a word and pushed past him with your head down, feeling the tears threatening your eyes.

...

It felt like your first day one the island again; feeling the stinging gazes of all the students again, burning your skin like an evil child playing with a shard of glass to funnel the sun's heat to burn a cripple ant. You passed them all by with Gilbert escorting you up to Germania's office, noticing the frowning and wrinkling foreheads of your fellow classmates and friends. Some seemed more amazed over the development than others, with the occasional boy angry with his tears pooling. Ivan's opinion and reaction towards this is still a mystery to you, with you not seeing him anywhere on your journey, leaving you to only imagine the worst.

The privacy of the buildings hallways was haunting, more terrifying than the walk past all the students. Something about its empty silenced, scared you so much, that your walking pace began to become irregular and your hands fidgeting at your sides. The principal's door grew bigger and bigger, making you feel smaller and smaller, zooming through all your thoughts about if what you did, was the correct thing to have done or if you could have done it differently, to not make it end in this manner.

Gilbert snatched at your hand and stopped you just before the door, frowning at you.

Gilbert: whispering
Tell me vhy. Vhy did jou sacrifice both jour education and blog?

You: looking at him with hollow eyes
B-because... I can.

He wasn't happy with your answer and squeezed down on your hand, releasing some of his pent up anger out onto you.

Gilbert: gritting his teeth
Tell me, zthe truth.

You cringed from the discomfort of he constricting on your hand.

You: glaring at him
You're being childish. Leave me alone.

A glare was returned back at you, snarling as he forcefully tossed your hand aside from his grasp, hurling himself onto a bench. Sitting with his head in between his legs, jittering his left leg up and down.

He was nervous and frustrated over you.
Almost as if, he didn't want you to leave the school.

Guilt swarmed your heart, suddenly feeling the impact of what you did.

Gilbert: looking up at you
Vhat if I bargain vith him, to let jou stay?
I'll even give up my inheritance.

You: frowning at him
Why would you do that?

He stood up from the bench and tightly clutched your hands in his, pulling them towards his chest. A fast heartbeat vibrated through your fingertips, glancing up towards his big ruby, puppy lovesick eyes, that were lost starring into your eyes.

Gilbert: mumbling
B-because, I've been lost in jour magnificent, (e/c) eyes since day one.

You: blushing
Th-that's very sweet, but I--

Gilbert: cutting you off
I vill vait! I AM vaiting for once jou realise, jou don't belong vith Ivan. I'll vait longer than Berwald, longer zthan jour bruders vill ever know! And longer zthan jou know.

You: pulling your hands free from him
Your accent is getting very thick right now, just please stop worrying. The person you belong with, will find you one day.

Gilbert: graping your hands again
Zthen I'll vait 'til jou find me! Zthe me, jou haven't realised you belong vith, zat zthis given moment!

You: sighing
I can't promise you that, but if you truly 'love' me, can you do me a favour and distract Germania and get him out of his office for a few minutes. Say roughly about after 30 seconds as soon as I walk in to talk to him?

Gilbert: cocked his head in confusion
Umm, okay?
Vhat should I say?

You: shrugging
Just be random, but make it something good.

Your hands slid free from his, using them to now push open the office door, quickly rushing through them, not paying attention as when they slowly closed the sad face that was upon Gilbert.

Germania looked up at you from behind a computer screen and gestured to you to take a seat. He twisted the computer around so you could look at it and froze as you read what the video said. He was silent as he played the video, making your stomach churn as the news clip played, explaining that the LMC Blog has created a viral dance video of 5 school aged boys who haven't been identified. But apparently some people who are claiming to know them, have been spreading rumours about who LMC is.

Germania: cracking his neck
It made international news, congratulations... But, w--

Gilbert came screeching through the office door, accidentally knocking over a leather armchair.

Gilbert: bleeding from his nose and panting
BERWALD AND IVAN ARE FIGHTING IN THE FRONT ENTRANCE!

Screaming and yelling came funnelling through the hallway and spilling out into the office as the room fell silent. Germania pushed himself out of the office chair and suddenly began to run out of the room without saying another thing.

You waited until the office door slammed shut and jumped from your seat, sprinting into Germania's freshly empty seat. Pushing aside the computer he used to show you the video and onto his main one, which was luckily open.

You: searching through his documents
That was a clever move. To fake a fight and all. That bleeding nose and scuffed up appearance and fighting noise is a very good idea. Amazing that you were able to put it all together so fast as well!

Gilbert: voice shaky and unsteady
It-it's real!

Your head rose slowly with widened eyes, staring at Gilbert, as your hands were typing all on their own; a skill which you were great at.

You: choking on your word
Y-you're k-k-kiddin'?

He simply shook his head, dashing back out of the room, to go help with the situation.

Hastily, you finished typing up what you needed to do, despite almost wanting to leave it undone.

Send!

Anxiously, you stood hovering over the computer, making sure everything was sent and then exited, making sure Germania will have no idea that you sent out numerous invites.

Then as quickly as you could, you dashed down the hallway, soon seeing the gruesome brawl. It didn't seem like anyone was wining, all just as battered and torn, bleeding and heaving through sore throats and grumbling native swears.

Germania was no where to be found, most likely ran to get more help with breaking up the fight.

Charging blindly into battle, your eye was on Ivan, to hopefully stop him. He'd never hurt you, so that was your only battle strategy.

Running right into the thick of the brawl, you tugged on Ivan's arm, but he was too fuelled with adrenaline and testosterone to notice you and threw your body across the other side of the hallway wall as he pushed it out to get a punch at Berwald.

A horrendous crushing sound of bones and air escaping from the impact against the wall, followed by a chilling shriek, prematurely ended the pent up frustration radiating from the fight. Then the reality caught up to all three of the boys, noticing a dent in the wall and crumbled, ghastly screaming body. Berwald and Gilbert came gallantly striding to your aid, discovering that your left arm was bending the wrong way.

Gilbert: yelling at Ivan
DON'T JUST STAND ZTHERE LIKE ZTHAT! SO WHAT IF YOU HATE HER NOW?! JUST HELP, LIKE A DECENT HUMAN BEING!

Ivan stood there in in shock, face swollen by fear, unable to string a sentence together or move.

Berwald and Gilbert slowly turn you onto your back, hovering over you like frantic mother hens. Cringing every time they heard you hollowly gasp.

Your good hand kept on tugging on Berwald's fingers, begging him to help you.

Gilbert had ripped off a sleeve from his uniform and strung it out, brushing some of your hair away from your forehead. Berwald slid his hands under your head as gently as he could, but you screeched out in pain from the movement. The nimble albino boy, tied the fabric around your forehead, in hopes of slowing down the gushing blood from your head wound. More sulking spewed out of your quivering blood tinted lips, frantically attempting to seek comfort from the two, but instead, your state made them both very emotional.

However, Ivan finally did snap from his transfixed state and left the building with great haste to find help, running with his heart pounding out of his chest.

A great tiredness overcame you, drooping your eyelids while watching the two frantically trying to keep you conscience.

Gilbert: snapping his fingers nervously
NEIN! NEIN!! JOU CAN'T SLEEP NOW ____!

Berwald felt your fingers growing weak as you began to slip your grip on his hand, so out of instinct, he began to pinch your arm. Pinching the skin nonstop until he will see you regaining your strength to stay awake, but you weren't. So his pinches began to double in strength, then tripled, reaching the point were Gilbert had to yell at him, because he made your arm begin to bleed.

Dizziness played throughout your body, even though you were lying down and remaining motionless. Your eyes sealed themselves shut, throwing the boys into even more of a chaotic state, nervously anticipating the arrival of more help as they monitored your heartbeat and breathing.

Berwald's hand scrambled to his pant's pocket, remember that he had something that may help if you fell into a dangerous state of unconsciousness.

Gilbert: glaring at Berwald with tears in his eyes
Vouldn't zthat kill her?

Berwald: popping off the lid and shaking it
Only give her an adrenaline boost; hopefully. Does matter if she's not having an allergic reaction, EPI Pens don't stop the allergy, only give enough adrenaline to give more time to get the cure or wait it out.

Thankfully enough, the school medics came bursting through the doors after a few minutes, rushing you down to the school's infirmary on a stretcher and escorting both Berwald and Gilbert down as well, to tend to their wounds.

...

After the brawling, you were diagnosed with having a dislocated shoulder, bruised ribs and head trauma which may cause for permanent amnesia towards recent to semi-recent memories. You haven't woken up in almost a week, but everyone did agree that if you were going to end up forgetting the whole school experience, that it was going to be for the best if you were sent back home, without any goodbyes.

It was unanimously agreed on that the Little Miss Cyber Blog needs to be deleted and that you would receive an 'official' email from the government saying that they wanted to terminate it, due to some bogus ideas or violations Ivan thought up on the top of his head. This was the last thing Ivan ever did for you and despite most believing he did it proudly with an evil smirk stitched onto his face, this was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Even some rumours spread around the school that he printed out some of your articles that he secretly loved and hid them, before terminating the blog.

Gilbert kept on pestering Germania to allow him to pay for your education, wanting to at least know that if he will never see you again, you'll never need to worry about your education again. So that was when the 'I.S. Scholarship' was invented, granting you admission to any university or collage in the world that you wanted, all being entirely free and including free on sight campus boarding. The scheme was that, your parents tell you they had won an online competition and won it for you, therefore meaning you would never know who was really paying for your future and the connection you had with them.

The rest of the students remained silent mostly, some occasionally mentioning the name of the shy girl, who brought excitement into their lives for a short while. However, it turned out you truly were the girl who gave and just kept on giving. About a month after your departure, an unexpected cruise ship arrived on the shores, overflowing with familiar faces that were foreign. All the boys were reunited with their families; mothers, fathers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers. Many tears were spilled, hugging and re-meeting baby sisters, who are now no longer babies, but young women. Parents hugging and fawning over their baby boys, who just like their sisters, were no longer doe eyed babies. This came as an unexpected surprise to Germania, but Gilbert was able to put one and one together and realised, that this was what you did on your day of reckoning.

The important thing to mention here, was that your impact towards the school was never forgotten, teaching each and every boy in the school something that they will remember for a lifetime.

Because of you, a particular murderous faced swede, decided to be just like you and draw. Except he deals with a horrible case of drawing block, only ever able to draw one girl; the girl who he returned her picture back to, the one she drew of him oh so long ago.

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Hey guys, to make it up for my horrific updating, I'm posting the remaining chapters all today, which is this chapter, one more and a final author note/farewell.
I'd like to thank you all for getting this up to 30k, I believe that's such a wonderful way to leave this book on. Never ever expected it to have ever reached this much.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

~BlueTimeFly
(Come on Barbie, let's go party! AH HA HA!)