Peculiar world

CHAPTER 2 (Stars√)

I took a look at it, which had a "SHOUT OUT BOARD" written across the top in the center of the board. It includes information about students, teachers, and other campus personnel. Students were free to post what they wanted to say about a person they don't want.

Anyone, anonymously, can make a message. But the first positive thing I noticed today was that no one had made a post about me. But just for today. Normally, I am the one who is assigned to that role. That is why I made "Trending." Because of the freedom board, everybody knew who I was.

Six minutes before time. Gradually the student ran down the hallway. And finally, I reached my homeroom.

CLASS 2-A

My last year at Senior high.

Things can always be the same. All are preoccupied with preparing for the entrance exams of the prestigious schools to which they aspire. Nothing more.

“Hello Lorie!” That was the first to greet me, Miya, my hyperactive seatmate, who was the first to welcome me when the sliding door opened. There isn't a day when she doesn't greet me in the morning like that. She can be distracting and loud at times, but I've grown accustomed to it.

I didn't pay attention to her and went straight to my seat. I found she had a new hairstyle, which was a change from her previous long hairstyle to a boy cut. Her tresses are now much shorter than mine. The bell rang precisely on time, and everyone took their seats properly..

Then I saw May come inside.

She was followed by our teacher Miss Matilda. “Good morning, everyone."

She was our adviser, and she had on her normal look of coldness and blankness, which matched her long hair and pale skin.

She'll start by checking the attendance. first.

“Daphne."

“PRESENT!” Miya said, full of energy.

“Lorie.” I just raised my left hand.

“Logan,”

I shifted my attention to the left, but the desk remained bare. The door unexpectedly opened, drawing everyone's attention to it.

"I apologize for being late, Ma'am." he exclaims, gasping for air.

“Logan, you're just in time. You've already been late five times. Please take a seat."

“Sorry, Ma’am,"

I was looking at him, and I realized he was staring back at me as he walked in front of me. I immediately averted my gaze from him and moved on to the whiteboard. I simply dismissed his stares. He's the same as always; nothing has changed about him.

He took a seat at the empty desk to my left. We never talk to anyone. Ok, I don't talk to any of the sober students in this class because I don't pay attention to them and they don't talk to me either. With the exception of Miya, I'm not shocked. She converses with others.

“Okay, let's start the class…”

After an hour has passed. After class, it's back to their respective worlds, as expected. No one was listening to Miss Melinda's discussion since it was shady. For a brief moment, the dark sky makes us feel drowsy. She just reminded the requirements for her subject and those who will take the exam at another university before she leaves.

Is that even significant?

Miya called out, "Lorie."

Her wide grin never faded.

“Are you going to take the exam somewhere else?”

"I'm not sure,"

"Isn't it boring to go to college?" she asked, chuckling at the same time. I knew Miya was the type of girl who doesn't have time to study. But everybody likes her I guess.

I took a step forward.

“Can you tell me where you're going?”

“At my locker.”

“Hey, Lorie? Are you sure?”

“What?”

“I know you're skinny but you can't fit in the locker room. Hahahah.”

She made a joke, but I'll confess that I didn't laugh at it. It was corny.

Miya could ask more questions, and she never runs out of things to say, so I rushed out of the room. I rush to the locker room, where I'll get the books for the next issue.

People avoid me because I am not a friendly person, but that girl, Miya, continues to speak to me no matter how much I drive her away or ignore her. She would persuade me to speak to her even though I didn't want to.

I don't want someone in my vicinity. I was terrified of being too close to them. Another major reason is that I don't want to look into their eyes because I only see the bad things that have occurred.

Someone else leaves a note in my locker as well. Apart from Miya, there is another guy who is attempting to approach me. 'Hello, I saw you earlier, and you're still cute.' The sender's corniness irritates me. I've never attached myself to men and have no desire to do so.

…

The next day, I sat with my elbow on the armchair and my chin on my palm, staring at the blackboard. The majority of the students weren't really paying attention; some were drowsy, some were talking with one another, and some were secretly using their phones.

While talking, Miss Mathilda goes around every corner of the room, both of its hands placed behind. “A star is an astronomical object consisting of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity,”

She also tapped a sleeping student as she walked by, and it immediately awakened on the arm desk. “A star shines for the majority of its active life because of thermonuclear fusion of hydrogen into helium in its nucleus, releasing energy that travels around the star...”

It stopped walking in front, when someone raised their hand.

My nerdy classmate Daphne asked, "Is there a correlation between the feature and the star?"

“What exactly do you mean, Miss Daphne?” Miss Matilda had asked.

It got up before she could respond to her query. “Our fate, according to the elders, is in the possession of the star. As a result, whatever happened to the feature has already been set.”

Following Daphne's statement, they began to discuss their different reactions: some are terrified, some are skeptics, and some are in agreement. Those who were sleeping were startled awake by the noise, and some, including myself, didn't seem to mind.

“So, who among you thinks this prediction is correct?” Miss Matilda had asked.

Some raised their hands and someone suddenly stood up.

“I think, the line is already accurate Ma'am,”

"Ok, so, who doesn't believe?"