I hate this world

the girl that is destined to be hated by me

I hate this world -  *はこの**を*みます (Watashi wa kono sekai o nikumimasu)

Chapter 2 - the girl that is destined to be hated by me

I just make a big mistake. For someone to found out about my "real" voice. How could I be this careless?

Don't tell me! Her "seduction" really works on me?

Should I change school? No! It would be to suspicious for someone to transfer on the first day of school. I will attract more attention on my new school later on.

Let's try to see how the girl will react first.

*Ding Dong ~*

The bell that just rang gives me a different feeling from the church's bell. While the church's bell gives me a soothing feeling, this "knowledge academy of hell" truly send a shiver to my spine. Soon lot's of my future "pain dealer" will come in to this "t*****e chamber". If I was seen sitting inside already, they will find out that I skipped the "hell welcoming ceremony". I better hide behind he door and slip in with the others when they come in.

Just like that I stand and push my body to the wall beside the door. When one of the "pain dealer" comes in I quickly act like I was just entering the room with them.

"I guess I was safe... Nobody pay any attention to me."

But, where is the girl from earlier?

After all of us has sat down finally the "messenger of hell" I mean, the teacher comes in. My class 1-3 homeroom is a woman in her thirtieth, wearing a glassess and tight fitting uniform. She's not that pretty but working as a teacher and wore glassess have it's own charm dor some people, but of course I'm not one of them.

And the thing that I fear the most is starting. They will chant the group spell while trying to engrave their names in your mind. Starting from the teacher.

"My name is Sumiko Nanase. You can call me Nanase sensei. Aside from being your homeroom teacher I will teach you mathematics. I'm looking forward to work with you for one year from today."

Wha! She said she will teach me the f*******n lesson. "The devil's number" that have 90% polling votes for "the lesson that have ruined your life" at worldhater.com. And to have her as my homeroom teacher, this is truly nightmare.

"Before we start with introduction, I'll introduce someone first. Please come in!"

When she finished saying that the door of the "t*****e chamber" opened once again and a girl step in. She is the girl from earlier.

The girl comes in gracefully and bowed down. She already attracts some attention from the boys and the girl's eye show a hint of envy and admiration.

"My name is Kotone Blanc. I'm 16 years old. I know it's hard to say my name so you can just call me Kotone. My hobby is singing and dancing, because of my work I may have to skip some classess and come late to school to avoid the press, but please bear with me. Please take care of me."

When she introduced herself, the classroom made a ruckus.

"Hey did you heard that?"

"Yeah, is she "that" Kotone?"

Sound of people chatting and whispering can be heard all over.

"Please be quiet! Due to various reason, she will be attending our class. You guys should keep her real identity confidential and hide this from the press. Did you understand?"

"YES!"

All of the students, I mean "pain dealers" answered in unison. I could see that the "messenger of hell" already taking control in this "t*****e chamber".

"Okay Kotone, you could take the empty seat over there."

Thankfully the empty seat is located at the front of the class. It is not at the back, spesifically not beside me. I look to my side and a boy already sit there. He is just an ordinary lazy looking guy. As expected from someone that took the last row seat.

Thank you.. I hope you will deal less pain on me later on...

But suddenly he look at me and said. "The Kotone Blanc is in our class. Isn't that amazing?"

Or not... I cursed myself for trying to put my hope one someone I didn't know.

He is looking at me with a smile but let's ignore him. Giving him a reply is the same as hgiving a hint that I would like to be friends, I mean "tortured" later by him.

Anyway, what's the deal with this Kotone Blanc? How could she be the center of attention as soon as she said her name?

I take out my phone from my pocket and under the table I search her name on the web.

Ko to ne.. Bl.. How did you spell it? Blenc? Bleng? Blenk? Thankfull the net is amazing. It has a suggestion for some words. Kotone Blanc.

As soon as I press the search button, 3549871 pages found. What the hell? Is she famous?

I opened one of it and found out about her.

Kotone Blanc. She is an idol from K management company. Debuting one years ago at the age of 14 and in one year her album already sold more than 300.000 copies. Just recently finished a world tour concert and will held a concert in two weeks at the Tokyo Dome? Whoa! The so called prodigy with her mother is a famous Japanesse singer and her father is a world renown conductor from Germany. In other words, "blessed by the heaven". No wonder my class in an uproar.

I made a good choice to take a distance with her. Wait a minute.. She won't take revenge and reveal my secret to the world won't she?

By the time I finished reading the article about her, the "name engraving" process is already started. One by one these "pain dealers" already trying to make me remember their name and their hobby.

You want me to remember any of them? Dream on!

To make things worst, the process already reach the back seat and soon it's going to be my turn.

Remember, use my "usual" voice, "usual" voice. And the death verdict has finally given to me.

I stand up and said my name.

"Kenichi Sakamoto". No other information and I sit down.

"Eh?"

"What?"

"Huh!"

Some of the students have a wierd expression but not like I care about it. I look at that Kotone and she is looking at me with a strange eye. Is she plan to reveal my secret?

Thankfully she return her gaze to the front however I won't let my guard down. I don't know what she will do next, woman sure is scary. You can't guess what they're thinking at all.

Even though the teacher confused but she wrap things up nicely.

"Okay, that's it for the introduction. Let's choose the class representative and the vice. Let's see, any volunteer?"

Hah! Like hell anyone will volunteered themself to be the class representative. It's just a position in name for the "hell standing" which requires you to supervise this pack.

To my surprise I see a hand raised up. That hand belongs to "that girl".

As expected, I'm starting to hate that girl. Maybe she is destined to be hated by me. Still..

I hate this world the most..