Chapter Text
6:00 AM
09|20|200X
Ragatha wakes up every day to go to school, she had no choice.
When she gets up, Ragatha puts on her soft slippers in a light shade of pink and heads towards the bathroom in her room. She opens the door, turns on the light and looks at herself in the mirror.
"I look horrible", she thinks to herself as she looks at herself in the mirror.
Disheveled hair, dark circles under her eyes, haggard face, my God! She looks horrible!
So, she decides to take a shower, using her lavender-scented shampoo (her favorite).
When she gets out of the shower, she decides to separate her school uniform, the dreaded "Royal Institute" the place was not all bad, but she hated going there.
The uniform consisted of a white dress shirt with the school symbol on the right chest, a dark blue jacket with the school symbol in gold and a plaid skirt in a reddish tone with a light shade of pink.
Along with a pair of white socks that reached mid-thigh and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. She decided to accessorize with a headband in a shade of "Sky Blue", with a gold bracelet and a pair of gold stud earrings.
She went to her vanity to brush her hair. It was a shade of auburn, it was long, reaching down to her bust, it was wavy 2C, she found her hair particularly cute. After she brushed her hair and put some lip gloss on her hair, she heard a knock on her door.
"Miss Ragatha?" I asked for a voice, which was clearly that of her maid Mary.
"Yes Mary?" she asked, delicately placing the lip gloss on her vanity. "Have you checked the time yet?"
She found the question strange and looked at the clock on her bedside table. 6:50 AM.
Oh, it's only 6:50.
Wait... 6:50?
"Oh no, I'm late," she thought to herself, getting up quickly, grabbing her brown briefcase from beside her bed, and opening the door, running out, bumping into Mary on the way.
Mary was about average height, she had a chubby body, short blonde hair that reached just before her chin. She wore a typical maid's dress and a black tiara in her hair, with white gloves. Her eyes were a very dark brown, Ragatha thought she was beautiful.
"Miss Ragatha, be careful! You could hurt yourself!"
Mary said, holding on to the wall to keep from falling.
"I'm fine, Mary, thank you for your concern," Ragatha said, running downstairs. She crossed the stairs and ran down. When she reached the door that led outside the house, she heard a voice, and she didn't want to hear that voice.
"What do you think you're doing, Ragatha?" When she turned around, she saw her mother, Dalilah.
She wore a long crimson red dress, a pearl necklace and gloves in the same shade as the dress. She wore high heels in a shade of black, which made her look taller than she already was. Her straight red hair was in a bun, her black eyes with a dark shadow highlighted her face.
"I'm just going to the car," Ragatha says, taking her hand off the door handle.
"You're late," Dalilah says, in a cold tone, so cold that it could freeze anything.
"I know, Mom," Ragatha says, her eyes downcast, looking at the floor. "And what have I told you about delays?" She asks, approaching the girl.
"That they are unacceptable," Ragatha says, clearly afraid. "They are mistakes, Ragatha, any slightest mistake is unacceptable," she says, going to a dresser near the door, opening the drawer.
Oh no
Delilah takes out a ruler, approaching Ragatha, slowly.
"This is unacceptable, Ragatha," she says, in a cold but low tone.
"Give me your wrist, Ragatha," Delilah says, in front of Ragatha.
Ragatha raises her arm, trembling, and slowly takes off the sleeve of her blouse, revealing several scars on her arm, some covered by bandages.
Ragatha leaves her arm straight.
Delilah holds her arm tightly
"THESE ARE MISTAKES, RAGATHA," she screams
"ALL THE MISTAKES YOU'VE MADE," she says, squeezing Ragatha's arm tighter and tighter, which was sensitive due to some still recent injuries.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT TO BE? A FAILURE?" she screams in Ragatha's face, who by this point, had already shed tears.
"ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU"
she says, squeezing Ragatha's arm even tighter, to hurt.
"No mommy" Ragatha says, almost in a whisper
"You know I HATE WHEN YOU WHISPER"
says Dalilah.
"No ma'am" Ragatha says in a louder tone.
"Then stop being a mistake"
she says, letting go of Ragatha's arm, who soon holds it against her body, with more and more tears falling.
"You're lucky I have an appointment right now, if not, I swear I would end you."
Dalilah says with a deadly look at Ragatha.
"Now get out of my way"
Dalilah says, walking away.
Ragatha quickly leaves the house and runs to the car.
She opens the backseat door and sits down, on the opposite side was her twin brother, Randy. He had short wavy hair, he was literally a carbon copy of her, only male.
There was only one difference: his eyes were perfect, emerald green eyes. Hers were emerald green and turquoise blue.
Dalilah said it was one of her "flaws." They just exchanged uncomfortable glances, since Randy already knew what had happened, and the driver continued on his way. Ragatha rested her head on the car window and sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Cello
Notes:
HELLO, it's been a while, hasn't it?
I'm sorry for the delay in this chapter, I was traveling and couldn't write in the meantime.
I put a lot of effort into writing this chapter, I hope you like it :)
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And just one more warning, this chapter will contain blood and domestic violence, if you don't feel comfortable reading this, I recommend that you skip this chapter.
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Chapter Text
The car first stopped at Ragatha's school, where she opened and closed the door with the utmost delicacy.
As she stepped out of the car, she was met with the sight of her school. It was quite large; the entrance had a short staircase with four steps and black railings, a double glass door, and the school’s emblem mounted on the wall beside it.
Some girls were sitting on the stairs, others leaning against the wall, since the bell hadn’t rung yet.
She held her folder a little tighter and walked up the steps. The girls waved at Ragatha, and she gave a small wave back.
She opened the glass door, entering a small reception area. There were two chocolate-colored armchairs, and on the opposite side, a medium-sized brown desk. Behind it sat a computer, and the receptionist — her name was Quennie — sat there.
She looked to be in her 30s, with rich brown hair tied in a bun full of curls. Her tan skin shimmered with gold highlights near her eyes.
She wore a dark red wool vest with the school emblem, and underneath, a white long-sleeve shirt.
She seemed to be wearing a skirt, but it wasn’t fully visible since she was sitting.
“Good morning, Miss Quennie,”
Said Ragatha, greeting the older woman, who returned her greeting with a warm smile.
Ragatha then turned toward a larger door straight ahead, which led to the school corridors.
Inside, the hallways were bustling — some girls walked around, others chatted, leaning against lockers.
Ragatha turned left, heading toward her locker, when she heard someone call out.
“Ragatha! Wait!”
She turned and met the gaze of her friend, Loo.
Loo had short hair with a long side-swept fringe. Her chocolate-brown hair had a few pink streaks at the nape of her neck — barely noticeable unless you paid close attention.
She wore the same uniform as Ragatha, but her skirt was a light pink.
She wore a golden crown and a pair of white gloves.
She had long eyelashes and wore pink lipstick.
“Ugh, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,”
Said the girl as she caught up to Ragatha, catching her breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Loo. I ended up running a bit late today.”
Ragatha said with a small smile.
“Wanna walk with me to my locker? I need to grab my science book.”
Loo perked up and replied, “Of course,” as they headed toward Ragatha’s locker.
Loo began rambling about a boy — Gummigoo, or something like that? She wasn’t sure. The younger girl explained he was the son of her parents’ friends and that she hated him for being messy and annoying.
While Loo was still going on, they reached Ragatha’s locker. Inside the door was a small mirror and a few photos — of Ragatha with her brother or with her best friend, Loo.
Ragatha quickly grabbed her science book and placed it in her folder. As she did, the bell rang, and the two headed straight to class.
— TIME SKIP —
It was now 3 PM — the end of the school day. Ragatha went to her locker to grab the case where she kept her cello, since she had cello lessons every day of the week.
She didn’t exactly hate playing — but the fact that her mother forced her to treat it like her life depended on it made it hard to enjoy.
Loo hadn’t left her side the whole time. Now she was talking about how much she disliked the history teacher.
She and Loo had known each other since they were little. Her mom and Loo’s parents were close friends.
At first, Ragatha didn’t really like her — her mom forced her to be friends with Loo. But with time, she realized how much she loved that friendship.
As they left the school building, Ragatha waved at some girls outside and waited for her family’s car to arrive.
Loo looked at Ragatha with curiosity and asked,
“Rags, how does it feel being so popular with everyone?”
Ragatha was quite popular at school — something she didn’t entirely enjoy.
It was nice to be liked, sure, but… she felt suffocated.
At school. At home. It was all… exhausting.
“Well, it’s nice that everyone likes me,”
She replied with an awkward smile, doing her best to hide it.
“Ragatha, isn’t that your car?”
Ragatha turned — and there it was, her car.
“Yeah! Bye, Loo, see you tomorrow!”
Said Ragatha, waving as she walked toward the car.
“Bye, bestie!”
Loo said cheerfully, waving back.
Ragatha got into the car, greeted the driver, and buckled her seatbelt. She turned and saw her brother sitting on the opposite side.
“Hey, sis,” said Randy, his eyes glued to his Nokia N95.
Their mom had given him one after his basketball team won a game.
A week later, she gave one to Ragatha too — probably to avoid looking like she had a favorite child (though it was obvious she did).
A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the music school where Ragatha had her cello lessons.
“Hey sis, give me your school folder — I’ll take it home for you,”
He said with a smile.
She handed it to him, grabbed her cello case, and got out of the car, saying goodbye to Randy and the driver.
There went three hours of her day.
— TIME SKIP —
At the end of class, she walked out of the building and found the car waiting for her. Her stomach dropped. “It’s almost time,” she thought to herself.
Every night, her mother forced her to play Shostakovich’s Cello Concerto No. 1, Op. 107.
Her mother was an excellent cellist — and she demanded that Ragatha follow in her footsteps.
She had competed in many competitions, won several… but it still wasn’t enough.
Her mother wanted her to be the best.
When she arrived home, she walked to the front door and stepped inside.
She headed straight to her room and changed out of her uniform — she needed to.
She put on a simple blue dress, a white blazer, and black ballet flats.
As she left her room, she ran into Mary.
“Miss Ragatha, dinner is on the table,”
Mary said with a gentle smile.
“Thank you, Mary,”
Said Ragatha, smiling tiredly as she went downstairs.
When she reached the dining room, only Randy was seated. She sat beside him.
They talked about random things, until Delilah walked in.
Randy, who had been chatting happily, fell silent and stared at the floor. Ragatha avoided looking at her and sat in her designated seat across from Randy.
Right behind Delilah came Elliot — their stepfather.
Ragatha didn’t think he was a bad person… but not a good one either.
“Kids, we have something to tell you,”
Said Delilah with a smile.
“You’re going to have a new sibling.”
Randy, mid-sip of water, choked in surprise — and quickly tried to cover it up.
Ragatha looked at Randy in shock, and he did the same.
Randy cleared his throat and said to Delilah,
“Congratulations to you both.”
Not knowing what else to say.
“Same here,”
Said Ragatha, still stunned.
Delilah smiled and sat at the head of the table, with Elliot at the other end.
Ragatha’s mind was racing.
When the food arrived, she ate slowly and silently.
Once dinner ended, Delilah stood and said,
“It’s time, Ragatha. Bring your cello to the lounge.”
She spoke with a harsh tone, leaving the dining room.
Randy just looked at Ragatha with sympathy.
Ragatha swallowed hard, left the room, and headed to her bedroom to grab the instrument.
Damn. She was nervous.
She picked up the cello and walked to the lounge, where her mother was already standing...
...holding a ruler.
Seeing the ruler sent chills down Ragatha’s spine.
She sat on the bench and took the instrument out of its case.
She adjusted it and began to play.
In her head, she counted the notes.
1 2 3
Slide
She hit the wrong note.
Delilah’s face darkened. She gave Ragatha a deadly glare.
“You know what this means,”
Delilah said coldly.
Yes. She did.
Ragatha tried again.
1 2 3
1 2 3
1 2 3
Slide
She missed again.
Delilah looked at her with growing disgust.
Five more tries. All wrong.
“Enough,”
Said Delilah, now irritated.
“But—”
Ragatha tried to speak, but her mother cut her off.
“I said ENOUGH!”
Delilah shouted, making Ragatha flinch.
“You only ever fail.”
Delilah said, her voice dripping with disdain.
“Come here. Now.”
Ragatha quickly put the instrument away and approached her.
“Give me your arm.”
Delilah gripped the ruler tighter.
Ragatha pulled up her sleeve, trembling — revealing wrists already scarred.
Without hesitation, Delilah struck her wrist.
Ragatha winced in pain.
Delilah struck again.
“You only bring shame to this family.”
BAM
“You are nothing but a failure.”
The strikes grew harsher. Tears fell from Ragatha’s eyes.
“The only good thing about your birth was Randy, and nothing else.”
More strikes. Her wrist was now bleeding.
“You don’t deserve anything,”
Said Delilah, pushing Ragatha aside.
“You’re leaving the Royal Institute. Starting tomorrow, you'll be attending a lesser school.”
She wiped the blood off the ruler.
“Tsk tsk tsk… such a disappointment.”
With that, she walked off to the master bedroom, leaving Ragatha behind.
Ragatha had no idea what to do.
Her friends? The student council?
Loo?
At the thought of her, more tears flowed.
She walked upstairs, too drained to carry her cello.
At the top of the stairs, she saw Mary — looking at her with a face full of pity and sadness.
Ragatha looked at her... and began to cry.
“Oh, darling,” Mary held Ragatha in her arms, not caring about the blood.
Ragatha just let her hold her, crying miserably.
She was nothing but a failure.
After a few minutes, Mary pulled back and gently held the girl's face in one hand.
“You’re special, Ragatha. Know that.”
She said with a sincere smile, pulling Ragatha into another hug.
After that, Ragatha stepped back, wiped her tears, and headed toward her room — she was going to take a shower.
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Ragatha stood in the shower but didn’t dare turn it on.
She was used to the pain when the water hit her wounds — but no matter how used to it she was, it always hurt. It always hurt.
She finally turned the shower on, keeping her injured arm out of the stream.
She sighed and counted:
“One, two, three…”
At the final number, she placed her wound under the water.
She screamed — a sharp, painful cry — and the tears came instantly.
After a long shower, she got ready for bed, carefully bandaging herself using a first-aid kit she kept in her bathroom.
She picked up her phone from her folder — Randy had left it leaning on her bed.
When she opened her chat with Loo, she simply started crying again.
Loo
—
Ragatha: I’m sorry.
That was all she could manage to send.
She lay down on her bed, arms crossed over her stomach, lost in thought — until she heard a knock on her door.
“Hey sis, can I come in?”
It was just Randy.
“Yeah,” Ragatha said in a low voice.
Randy gently opened the door and stepped in, seeing Ragatha lying in bed.
He had her cello case with him — she hadn’t even brought it upstairs.
“Hey,”
He said, placing the case beside her bed. He closed the door behind him and sat down next to her.
“Hey…” she replied, sitting up.
“I’m really sorry about what Mom did.”
Just hearing it mentioned made more tears threaten to fall — but she wouldn’t let them.
“It’s okay… she always does this.”
Ragatha said, holding her bandaged arm.
“At least there’s one bit of good news. I overheard Mom saying you’re going to my school. She was just lying when she said you’d be transferred to some ‘lesser’ school. She’d never risk ‘tarnishing the family’s image.’”
Randy mimicked Delilah’s voice, which made Ragatha let out a little laugh.
“And it’s a co-ed school. If any guy messes with you, just tell me — I’ll handle it,”
Randy said, striking a mock fighting pose.
“Deal,” Ragatha replied, giggling softly.
“Who would’ve thought… Ragatha Miller at Circus High, huh?”
Randy teased.
He and Ragatha chatted a little longer, until he finally went off to his own room.
Tomorrow would be a hard day.
Notes:
This fanfic is heavily inspired by a YouTube cartoon called "Metal Family", so head over there to check out the work!
Thank you again and see you next time :)
Chapter 3: Chapter 3: The First Farewell
Notes:
HIII whats up?
This chapter was written in a hurry, because today is my birthday :D 💜
And I wanted to do something special, so here it is!
I hope you like it :]
Happy reading!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
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6:00 AM
09|21|200X
"And you think anyone cares?"
Ragatha is in an empty place. There was nothing there, except for a figure that looked like her mother.
But it was different. The figure was entirely black, with only the eyes and mouth completely white.
"So, Ragatha, do you really think anyone cares about you? Ha, what a joke."
A chill ran down Ragatha’s spine upon hearing that, when suddenly the figure vanished, and another appeared beside her.
It was... Randy? He had the same appearance as her mother — pitch black figure, white eyes, and the same white mouth.
"Honestly, I'd rather die than be your brother."
That one hurt.
Ragatha stood in shock hearing that. She was so distracted she didn’t notice another figure forming behind her, which quickly pushed her.
Ragatha fell to the ground. Looking up, she saw Loo — but she too looked like her mother and brother.
"You really think I care about our friendship? You're so pathetic. Wake up, sweetheart!"
Suddenly, she was cornered by the three figures. She quickly stood up to run, but another figure appeared — Mary.
She looked just like the others.
"You know what? Forget what I said. You're not special."
Now, all of them were laughing at her, surrounding her, suffocating her.
She was desperate.
She didn’t know what to do.
Was all of that… true?
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Ragatha wakes up, startled by the sound of her alarm.
She’s breathless, sweating, and her hair is stuck to her forehead.
Great. She had a nightmare.
How could the day get any worse?
Before she could even get out of bed, someone knocks on her door.
"Come in," says Ragatha, still shaken from the nightmare.
Mary enters, her face filled with worry and a touch of pity.
"Miss Ragatha, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"
Great. As if the nightmare wasn’t enough.
"The good one," says Ragatha without thinking.
"The good news is Martha made your favorite pancakes for breakfast."
Martha was the house cook. She was kind to everyone, though Ragatha didn’t talk much with her.
"And the bad news?" Ragatha asks, hands clasped nervously.
"The bad news is… you’re only going to school to clean out your locker. Nothing else."
Mary knew Ragatha already felt awful about leaving her friends like this — and now, she wouldn’t even get to say goodbye properly.
"..What?" Ragatha asks, her face falling.
"I’m sorry, sweetie," says Mary, trying to soften the blow.
"You’d better get dressed, or you’ll be late."
Late for what, anyway? She wouldn’t even attend class.
Still, Ragatha got up. She still wanted to say goodbye to Loo.
She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her mood was awful.
She threw on a white dress with a light blue blazer. She wore white Mary Jane shoes with matching short socks.
A single blue bow — matching the blazer — in her hair.
Just a little lip gloss.
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Coming down to the dining room, she noticed a cardboard box on the table.
Inside was a note that read:
"For you to pack your locker things.
~Dalilah"
Ragatha read it in a whisper. Each second, it all felt more real.
She picked up her phone to check her messages. In Loo’s contact, there were over 25 texts.
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Loo
Are you okay?
You’re acting weird.
Why are you apologizing?
Ragatha, are you okay?
Did something happen?
Did I do something?
If it’s about your glitter highlighter — in my defense, I didn’t know taking off the top would make the glitter explode.
I’m sorry.
Please tell me what’s going on.
Did you fail a subject?
Though that seems impossible since you’re literally a genius at everything.
But hey, you never know.
Did your favorite lip gloss run out?
Is someone bullying you?
Which doesn’t make sense since everyone likes you.
But if they are — it’s definitely jealousy.
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The rest of the messages were just Loo rambling about what might be wrong.
"I failed," Ragatha thought to herself.
She put the box on the floor and started eating the pancakes, even though she was still sad.
Randy came down the stairs, looking super sleepy.
"Ughhh, morning, sis."
He yawned — clearly tired.
"Morning, Andy," Ragatha replied, her mood still terrible.
"Ooh, pancakes," Randy said, shoving a whole one in his mouth.
"Gross," Ragatha muttered, Randy just shrugged.
Eventually, it was time to go to school — something she wished she could forget.
As usual, the driver stopped first at Ragatha’s school. She quickly got out, waving to Randy and the driver.
Girls standing outside — chatting on the steps — looked at Ragatha, surprised to see her out of uniform and holding a box.
The whispers began.
Ragatha waved at most of the girls. They waved back, all looking a bit concerned.
Inside, Queenie — in her usual spot — looked at Ragatha, knowing exactly what she was about to do.
"You're a pretty cool girl, Ragatha. It was nice knowing you."
Queenie smiled. Ragatha smiled back.
"Likewise, Queenie."
She walked toward the school hallway.
Some girls didn’t stop staring since she came in.
At her locker, she began packing things into the box one by one.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around — it was Loo. She looked sad.
"You’re leaving?"
The younger girl looked down.
"Did I do something?"
She asked again, guilt in her eyes.
Ragatha stood up quickly to face her.
"It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I made this happen."
She looked down, defeated.
"Look... I really love our friendship, Ragatha. So, to prove it, I made these for us last night."
Loo pulled two bracelets from her folder.
One had red and blue beads with an "R".
The other had brown and pink beads with an "L".
"So we always remember each other — no matter what. I know we’ll see each other when our parents meet again, but you get it."
Loo smiled and handed her the pink and brown one.
"I’ll wear yours, and you wear mine. How’s that?"
As Ragatha took the bracelet, tears welled up in her eyes. She smiled.
"I loved it."
She pulled Loo into a hug — and Loo hugged back.
Then Ragatha heard someone crying — it was Loo.
"I’m going to miss you so much, friend,"
Loo sobbed.
"I’ll miss you too."
And there they were, crying together.
After they pulled away, Loo helped Ragatha finish packing.
With the box in her arms, the bell rang.
"Bye, Loo," said Ragatha with a bittersweet smile.
"What do you mean 'bye', girl? You’re leaving, so we gotta enjoy every second!"
Loo grinned.
"What do you mean?"
Ragatha asked, confused.
"Wait for me behind the school. I’ll see you in three minutes."
Loo ran off to the bathroom.
"She’s crazy," Ragatha thought with a smile, heading to the back of the school.
There, she heard noise behind the wall — then suddenly, Loo fell out of a small window.
"Oh my God, Loo, what are you doing?" Ragatha asked in panic.
"Ditching class, duh," Loo said like it was obvious.
"What about your parents?" Ragatha whispered.
"I’ll deal with them later. Worst case — I get grounded."
Loo brushed off the dust from her coat and skirt.
"But what about your classes?"
"I’ll catch up later. I’d rather spend this last day with you than with that boring math teacher."
Well, the driver wouldn’t pick up Ragatha until the end-of-day bell rang — her mother wanted to embarrass her — so it wasn’t a problem.
"Alright, let’s go."
"Yesss girl, now let’s get outta here before someone catches me!"
Loo walked fast, holding her school folder, while Ragatha laughed and followed.
The rest of the day was just fun — strawberry milkshakes and hanging out at the park.
Ragatha didn’t want anything else in the world.
When it was time to go back, Loo stayed hidden behind a bush — not wanting to be seen.
They hugged one last time before Ragatha got into the car. She had no cello class today, so she’d just practice at home or take care of her horse, Bolota.
She smiled during the whole ride, admiring the bracelet from Loo.
Back home, she and Randy found out their mother was away for a business meeting in another city.
They’d be home alone — nothing unusual.
In her room, Ragatha placed the locker box on her bed and noticed other boxes there too.
She opened one — inside was her new “Circus High” uniform, textbooks, and a white backpack.
"Wow," she thought. She decided to personalize it a bit.
She added a blue star keychain from her old locker and a blue button to the front.
It would do for now.
She felt nervous — but also excited.
Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Loo.
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Loo
I’m grounded lol
Didn’t tell them why I skipped school — I know how your mom can be.
Tell me all about your first day tomorrow :3
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Ragatha felt relieved Loo hadn’t told her parents.
She’d tell her everything tomorrow — but for now, she just needed to rest.
Then — a knock on the door.
"Sis, can I come in?"
Randy’s cheerful voice.
"Come in, bro,"
Ragatha smiled. She wasn’t resting anytime soon.
Randy entered excitedly, talking about how fun tomorrow would be, how he’d show her the school — even checking the schedule with her.
Later that night, Ragatha fell asleep in her usual pajamas, sleeping soundly.
Randy smiled gently, turned off the light, and left her room.
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TIME SKIP
It was 6 AM. Ragatha woke up before her alarm.
She wasn’t sleepy anymore.
She had already showered and was deciding what to wear.
She chose a white shirt, a black sweater with the school’s blue and red symbol, and a blue skirt above the knee.
She wore white thigh-high socks and white leg warmers.
Her shoes were black Mary Janes.
She let her hair down — it reached just below her chest — and wore a light blue headband.
A little strawberry lip gloss, and done.
She grabbed her backpack and left her room.
Randy came out right behind her, looking just as excited.
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The school had a big black gate, open during entry hours.
Several students were chatting as they walked in.
There were trees in the surrounding garden.
As she passed the gate, Randy walked ahead and said:
"Follow me, sis. I’ll show you around."
He walked casually. She nodded and followed.
Behind them… three people watched.
Who were they?
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6:00 AM
09|21|200X
"And you think anyone cares?"
Ragatha is in an empty place. There was nothing there, except for a figure that looked like her mother.
But it was different. The figure was entirely black, with only the eyes and mouth completely white.
"So, Ragatha, do you really think anyone cares about you? Ha, what a joke."
A chill ran down Ragatha’s spine upon hearing that, when suddenly the figure vanished, and another appeared beside her.
It was... Randy? He had the same appearance as her mother — pitch black figure, white eyes, and the same white mouth.
"Honestly, I'd rather die than be your brother."
That one hurt.
Ragatha stood in shock hearing that. She was so distracted she didn’t notice another figure forming behind her, which quickly pushed her.
Ragatha fell to the ground. Looking up, she saw Loo — but she too looked like her mother and brother.
"You really think I care about our friendship? You're so pathetic. Wake up, sweetheart!"
Suddenly, she was cornered by the three figures. She quickly stood up to run, but another figure appeared — Mary.
She looked just like the others.
"You know what? Forget what I said. You're not special."
Now, all of them were laughing at her, surrounding her, suffocating her.
She was desperate.
She didn’t know what to do.
Was all of that… true?
°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Ragatha wakes up, startled by the sound of her alarm.
She’s breathless, sweating, and her hair is stuck to her forehead.
Great. She had a nightmare.
How could the day get any worse?
Before she could even get out of bed, someone knocks on her door.
"Come in," says Ragatha, still shaken from the nightmare.
Mary enters, her face filled with worry and a touch of pity.
"Miss Ragatha, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"
Great. As if the nightmare wasn’t enough.
"The good one," says Ragatha without thinking.
"The good news is Martha made your favorite pancakes for breakfast."
Martha was the house cook. She was kind to everyone, though Ragatha didn’t talk much with her.
"And the bad news?" Ragatha asks, hands clasped nervously.
"The bad news is… you’re only going to school to clean out your locker. Nothing else."
Mary knew Ragatha already felt awful about leaving her friends like this — and now, she wouldn’t even get to say goodbye properly.
"..What?" Ragatha asks, her face falling.
"I’m sorry, sweetie," says Mary, trying to soften the blow.
"You’d better get dressed, or you’ll be late."
Late for what, anyway? She wouldn’t even attend class.
Still, Ragatha got up. She still wanted to say goodbye to Loo.
She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her mood was awful.
She threw on a white dress with a light blue blazer. She wore white Mary Jane shoes with matching short socks.
A single blue bow — matching the blazer — in her hair.
Just a little lip gloss.
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Coming down to the dining room, she noticed a cardboard box on the table.
Inside was a note that read:
"For you to pack your locker things.
~Dalilah"
Ragatha read it in a whisper. Each second, it all felt more real.
She picked up her phone to check her messages. In Loo’s contact, there were over 25 texts.
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Loo
Are you okay?
You’re acting weird.
Why are you apologizing?
Ragatha, are you okay?
Did something happen?
Did I do something?
If it’s about your glitter highlighter — in my defense, I didn’t know taking off the top would make the glitter explode.
I’m sorry.
Please tell me what’s going on.
Did you fail a subject?
Though that seems impossible since you’re literally a genius at everything.
But hey, you never know.
Did your favorite lip gloss run out?
Is someone bullying you?
Which doesn’t make sense since everyone likes you.
But if they are — it’s definitely jealousy.
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The rest of the messages were just Loo rambling about what might be wrong.
"I failed," Ragatha thought to herself.
She put the box on the floor and started eating the pancakes, even though she was still sad.
Randy came down the stairs, looking super sleepy.
"Ughhh, morning, sis."
He yawned — clearly tired.
"Morning, Andy," Ragatha replied, her mood still terrible.
"Ooh, pancakes," Randy said, shoving a whole one in his mouth.
"Gross," Ragatha muttered, Randy just shrugged.
Eventually, it was time to go to school — something she wished she could forget.
As usual, the driver stopped first at Ragatha’s school. She quickly got out, waving to Randy and the driver.
Girls standing outside — chatting on the steps — looked at Ragatha, surprised to see her out of uniform and holding a box.
The whispers began.
Ragatha waved at most of the girls. They waved back, all looking a bit concerned.
Inside, Queenie — in her usual spot — looked at Ragatha, knowing exactly what she was about to do.
"You're a pretty cool girl, Ragatha. It was nice knowing you."
Queenie smiled. Ragatha smiled back.
"Likewise, Queenie."
She walked toward the school hallway.
Some girls didn’t stop staring since she came in.
At her locker, she began packing things into the box one by one.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around — it was Loo. She looked sad.
"You’re leaving?"
The younger girl looked down.
"Did I do something?"
She asked again, guilt in her eyes.
Ragatha stood up quickly to face her.
"It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I made this happen."
She looked down, defeated.
"Look... I really love our friendship, Ragatha. So, to prove it, I made these for us last night."
Loo pulled two bracelets from her folder.
One had red and blue beads with an "R".
The other had brown and pink beads with an "L".
"So we always remember each other — no matter what. I know we’ll see each other when our parents meet again, but you get it."
Loo smiled and handed her the pink and brown one.
"I’ll wear yours, and you wear mine. How’s that?"
As Ragatha took the bracelet, tears welled up in her eyes. She smiled.
"I loved it."
She pulled Loo into a hug — and Loo hugged back.
Then Ragatha heard someone crying — it was Loo.
"I’m going to miss you so much, friend,"
Loo sobbed.
"I’ll miss you too."
And there they were, crying together.
After they pulled away, Loo helped Ragatha finish packing.
With the box in her arms, the bell rang.
"Bye, Loo," said Ragatha with a bittersweet smile.
"What do you mean 'bye', girl? You’re leaving, so we gotta enjoy every second!"
Loo grinned.
"What do you mean?"
Ragatha asked, confused.
"Wait for me behind the school. I’ll see you in three minutes."
Loo ran off to the bathroom.
"She’s crazy," Ragatha thought with a smile, heading to the back of the school.
There, she heard noise behind the wall — then suddenly, Loo fell out of a small window.
"Oh my God, Loo, what are you doing?" Ragatha asked in panic.
"Ditching class, duh," Loo said like it was obvious.
"What about your parents?" Ragatha whispered.
"I’ll deal with them later. Worst case — I get grounded."
Loo brushed off the dust from her coat and skirt.
"But what about your classes?"
"I’ll catch up later. I’d rather spend this last day with you than with that boring math teacher."
Well, the driver wouldn’t pick up Ragatha until the end-of-day bell rang — her mother wanted to embarrass her — so it wasn’t a problem.
"Alright, let’s go."
"Yesss girl, now let’s get outta here before someone catches me!"
Loo walked fast, holding her school folder, while Ragatha laughed and followed.
The rest of the day was just fun — strawberry milkshakes and hanging out at the park.
Ragatha didn’t want anything else in the world.
When it was time to go back, Loo stayed hidden behind a bush — not wanting to be seen.
They hugged one last time before Ragatha got into the car. She had no cello class today, so she’d just practice at home or take care of her horse, Bolota.
She smiled during the whole ride, admiring the bracelet from Loo.
Back home, she and Randy found out their mother was away for a business meeting in another city.
They’d be home alone — nothing unusual.
In her room, Ragatha placed the locker box on her bed and noticed other boxes there too.
She opened one — inside was her new “Circus High” uniform, textbooks, and a white backpack.
"Wow," she thought. She decided to personalize it a bit.
She added a blue star keychain from her old locker and a blue button to the front.
It would do for now.
She felt nervous — but also excited.
Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Loo.
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Loo
I’m grounded lol
Didn’t tell them why I skipped school — I know how your mom can be.
Tell me all about your first day tomorrow :3
---
Ragatha felt relieved Loo hadn’t told her parents.
She’d tell her everything tomorrow — but for now, she just needed to rest.
Then — a knock on the door.
"Sis, can I come in?"
Randy’s cheerful voice.
"Come in, bro,"
Ragatha smiled. She wasn’t resting anytime soon.
Randy entered excitedly, talking about how fun tomorrow would be, how he’d show her the school — even checking the schedule with her.
Later that night, Ragatha fell asleep in her usual pajamas, sleeping soundly.
Randy smiled gently, turned off the light, and left her room.
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TIME SKIP
It was 6 AM. Ragatha woke up before her alarm.
She wasn’t sleepy anymore.
She had already showered and was deciding what to wear.
She chose a white shirt, a black sweater with the school’s blue and red symbol, and a blue skirt above the knee.
She wore white thigh-high socks and white leg warmers.
Her shoes were black Mary Janes.
She let her hair down — it reached just below her chest — and wore a light blue headband.
A little strawberry lip gloss, and done.
She grabbed her backpack and left her room.
Randy came out right behind her, looking just as excited.
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The school had a big black gate, open during entry hours.
Several students were chatting as they walked in.
There were trees in the surrounding garden.
As she passed the gate, Randy walked ahead and said:
"Follow me, sis. I’ll show you around."
He walked casually. She nodded and followed.
Behind them… three people watched.
Who were they?
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Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Food Fight
Summary:
Ragatha knows the new school, everything was going well.
Until something, or someone, starts to wash everything down the drain.
Notes:
So, it's been a while, hasn't it?
I'm sorry for the delay in the chapter, I was having a huge creative block and the application I use to write the chapters before posting was giving me some problems.
I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good, I was completely out of ideas.
I also wanted to post the chapter before episode 6, so here we are lol.And we reached 1050 views, I just have to thank you, really 💜
Now without further ado, here is the chapter. :]
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
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Ragatha was with Randy on the school campus; he had already shown her the entire outdoor area. The gardening group's spot, the greenhouse, and even the shed, where things like the lawnmower and other equipment were kept.
(She had no idea if he had permission for that.)
Now it was time for them to enter the school. Since it was still early, he could show her some classrooms before the bell rang.
They walked back toward the main entrance, passing the pool area. Wait… a pool?
“You guys have a pool?!” Ragatha said in disbelief.
“Oh, I almost forgot. We have swimming lessons if we sign up for them. It's once a week, usually replacing a club session,” Randy explained.
“I thought your school had one too,” he added, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Nah, I loved my old school, but it was more about learning etiquette, you know? So there weren’t really cool things like this. But we did have gymnastics, ballet, that kind of stuff,” Ragatha said, walking slowly toward the main entrance while gripping her backpack strap a little tighter.
They reached the glass doors of the entrance. They were large, double doors that stayed open during arrivals and dismissals.
Inside, four pillars—two on each side—seemed to support the space, or maybe they were just decorative; she wasn’t sure. On the walls, there was a board full of papers about school clubs. Randy said the school genuinely cared about extracurricular activities.
In front of them were the lockers. There were four rows across from each other. Since Ragatha had arrived near the middle of the school year, she would get a locker on the second floor, where some were still available.
Randy also explained that the first floor housed the club rooms. Most clubs were there, except for the Culinary Club, Music Club, Photography Club, and the student council, which were on other floors.
The school had four floors in total: the ground floor (where they were), the first floor, the second floor, and the library, which occupied an entire floor.
Randy managed to show Ragatha the other floors—except the rooftop—before the bell rang. They had Math, Science, and History classes together on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so they would have two classes together that day. Math was on other days except Friday.
Ragatha and Randy walked to the school doors together, then parted ways to go to their respective classes. Her Geography class was on the second floor, so she headed toward the stairs while Randy went to the first floor.
Upon reaching the second floor, she checked her schedule. Her classroom was 2B, to the left. The door was open, so she just walked in. The class was nearly full, and she sat in a chair in the middle. She placed her backpack on the floor and took out her Geography notebook (she’d put everything in her locker later—this bag was insanely heavy).
Once everyone seemed seated, the teacher closed the door and began speaking.
“Good morning, everyone. As you can see, we have a new student today. Would you like to introduce yourself?” the older woman asked, looking at Ragatha. Suddenly, all eyes in the room were on her. Great, she felt herself turning red.
Ragatha stood and walked to the front of the class to introduce herself.
When she stood next to the teacher, someone banged on the door rather rudely.
“Come in,” the teacher said, slightly annoyed.
Three people entered.
The first was a medium-height tanned guy wearing the male school uniform: a top with the school emblem, school pants, and a pair of Nikes. He was blond, with spiky hair and shaved sides. His eyes were green, but the pupils and irises were so small it was almost like they weren’t there.
Next came a short girl with short brown hair and pale skin. Her blue eyes were behind red star-shaped glasses. She wore the school blouse, a blue skirt, short yellow socks, and white Nike sneakers.
The last was a dark-haired boy with brown eyes, wearing a yellow beanie. He wore the school blouse, slightly wrinkled, school pants, and worn black sneakers. He was actually kind of cute—wait, what was she thinking?
“Excuse me,” the first boy said, heading to his seat. The girl apologized shyly while also sitting down. The third just shrugged.
“Late again? This is the third time this week,” the teacher said irritably.
“Next time, all three of you will serve detention.” She glared at them. The girl looked embarrassed, the blond boy less so, and the dark-haired boy just muttered something.
“And know this affects your scholarship, Mr. Gonzalez,” she added, staring at the dark-haired boy, who rolled his eyes and straightened up, looking slightly embarrassed.
She turned back to Ragatha, now less irritated.
“Please, Miss, continue with your introduction.”
Ragatha took a deep breath. It was finally her turn.
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POV: Jax
Jax walked calmly toward the school gates. Damn, he’d overslept.
Leaves were falling from the trees. Honestly, Jax liked autumn; it was a cool season. The falling leaves and small piles scattered around looked beautiful. Seeing a large pile of leaves, he remembered jumping on them with a friend when he was little. Wait… why was he thinking about that now?
Just as he was about to drift further into thought, he noticed people walking toward him.
“Hey Jax! You’re a bit late today, huh?”
He heard a voice and turned—Pomni. She had joined the school that year, but they became friends quickly.
“Hey, Pomni. You know how it is, a guy like me doesn’t become perfect in five minutes,” Jax said, running a hand through his hair and accidentally dropping his beanie.
A hand extended it back to him—it was Gummigoo, his friend and fellow basketball team member.
“Thanks,” Jax said, putting the beanie back on.
They chatted while heading toward the entrance. Pomni and Gummigoo talked about something Jax didn’t bother to listen to until he noticed a red-haired girl speaking with Randy Miller, the basketball club leader. They weren’t friends and barely tolerated each other. He had no idea who the girl was.
“Who’s that?” he asked, stopping.
“Who?” Pomni and Gummigoo asked, confused.
“That girl, dummy,” Jax said, pointing.
“No idea,” Gummigoo tilted his head.
“Neither do I,” Pomni squinted.
“Maybe she’s his girlfriend?” Gummigoo suggested.
“I highly doubt Randy has a girlfriend,” Jax said smugly, crossing his arms.
“Seriously, I don’t think I’ve seen her around,” Pomni added.
“Me neither,” Gummigoo and Jax said at the same time.
"Yellow Cow" Jax says with a little smile, looking at gummigoo, who in turn mutters "damn" and doesn't say anything else.
They headed to the garden where a tree they often sat under waited. This time, the conversation was whether a tomato was a fruit.
“Pomni, come on, it has seeds—clearly it’s a fruit,” Jax said like it was obvious.
As the debate continued, Gummigoo checked the time on his phone, he almost chokes on his own saliva. He grunted to get their attention.
“You okay?” Pomni asked, trying not to laugh. He pointed to his mouth, indicating he couldn’t speak yet.
“Come on, are you still on that?” Jax teased.
“Gummigoo, Gummigoo!” Pomni finally got him to respond.
“For your information, Jax, I never lose,” Gummigoo said, pointing.
“And another thing—we’re REALLY LATE, it’s almost 7:15,” he added, showing the time.
Jax and Pomni jumped up and ran to class, wondering how they got so distracted.
They arrived quickly. Gummigoo knocked on the door. Inside, there she was again—the mystery girl. They took their usual seats, Pomni and Gummigoo apologized to the teacher, while Jax shrugged. Of course, he got scolded again. Who cares?
It seemed they arrived mid-introduction of the new girl.
“Hello everyone, my name is Ragatha Miller. I’m 14, and I came here to study with my brother, Randy Miller.”
Wait—they were siblings? He could see the resemblance—they were identical. But she was clearly much prettier. Wait… what?
She seemed a lot like her brother in mannerisms. Great, another target for him in this stupid school.
The lesson continued. She was a know-it-all, answering every question the teacher asked—they were learning this content now! Not that he didn’t know it, but impressive for a newcomer.
The first class ended. The next one was just him and Pomni, since Gummigoo had Science and they had Grammar. They headed to their lockers.
“So, Pomni, what do you think of the new girl?” Jax asked.
“She seems nice… really smart,” Pomni said thoughtfully.
“I think she’s a pain, just like her brother,” Jax said, smiling, hands in pockets.
“It’s too early to judge; she just arrived,” Pomni said, opening her locker.
“Wait, is that a picture of Gummigoo?” Jax asked, pointing to a small photo on her locker.
Pomni slammed her locker shut. “What? No! Haha, definitely not. Ew,” she said, laughing awkwardly.
“The bell’s about to ring—let’s go!” she said, heading to the stairs. Jax laughed and followed.
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POV: Ragatha
The day was going normally, and now it was time for recess.
She just needed to go to her locker to put some books away. Randy accompanied her, talking about the school’s teachers. She opened her locker and noticed a piece of paper inside.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking at it.
“Let me see,” Randy said, standing beside her to read it.
“Get out of my school,” Randy read quietly.
“What kind of cruel joke is this?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“I think I already know who did this,” he said, grinding his teeth.
“Who?” she asked innocently.
“Jax Gonzalez,” Randy said, looking irritated.
“You have no idea. I hate that guy. He thinks he’s the greatest and he’s a total jerk,” he added, pinching his nose.
“But why do you think it was him? It could have been anyone else,” Ragatha said, closing the locker. They headed toward the library to spend lunch there.
“He’s the lowest person I know. I’m sure it was him,” Randy said angrily.
“But it was probably just a prank, Randy. No big deal,” Ragatha said, crumpling the paper and tossing it in a nearby trash can.
They went up the stairs toward the library floor.
The library was huge! The ceiling was glass, shaped in a circle. The shelves were arranged in circles as well, and in the center of the first floor, there was a computer area.
They decided to sit in an area with some beanbags and chatted for a while until the bell rang, signaling time for History class. They grabbed some books from their lockers and headed straight to class.
She was distractedly talking with Randy, about to enter the classroom, when something made her trip…
She fell in front of the class.
“Oops, my bad, doll. You should watch where you’re going,” said the same guy from the first class. He was smiling and even laughing. What a jerk.
“Dude, Jax, why?” asked the blond boy from the first class. He helped her up, while Jax, she thought that was his name, stormed off puffing.
“Sorry about him, miss,” the blond boy said, helping her stand.
“Oh, it’s okay. And you can call me Ragatha,” she said, now upright, fixing her clothes.
“Of course, Ragatha. I’m Gummigoo, in case we haven’t introduced ourselves,” he said, slowly stepping aside.
“Well, see you later, Ragatha,” he added, walking away toward Jax, who was talking to the girl from earlier.
“Hey, I just threw something in the trash. Everything okay?”
“Yeah… yeah, fine,” she said, watching Jax’s little group. She had a feeling he was going to be a problem.
And she wasn’t wrong.
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The next two weeks were pure torment from him.
He would trip her whenever possible, write rude notes and slip them into her locker, and always give her stupid nicknames.
Whenever Randy saw him doing this, he wanted to punch Jax, but she never allowed it.
But today was different.
She had had a terrible week. Besides Jax’s cruel pranks, Ragatha and her family had gone to dinner at some friends’ house. After dinner, her mother humiliated her at home, comparing her to the couple’s son. Her arms ached from the ruler her mother had used, and she had to do more bandaging. In short, her day had been awful.
She had had another nightmare, her arms were killing her, and to top it off, she had forgotten her lunch, meaning she’d have to eat in the cafeteria. The food looked fine, but she had no friends, so sitting alone would be awkward. Randy said he would sit with her, but she only felt like a burden. Still, she went with him to the cafeteria.
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POV: Jax
He, Pomni, Gummigoo, and some friends headed to the cafeteria.
The place was large and spacious. The walls were white with some red details, and in the middle of the cafeteria, the school emblem—red, blue, and gold—was displayed. Tables were scattered everywhere.
There was a corner table they considered “theirs.” They usually sat there.
They could choose their meals. Jax grabbed a regular hamburger with orange juice. Pomni took just a salad and water. Gummigoo brought food from home. They sat and started chatting again.
“But Pomni, seriously, a tomato is a fruit,” Jax said, sipping his juice. Pomni groaned.
“Ugh, not again,” she said, rolling her eyes. Jax laughed.
Suddenly, someone threw pasta at his face.
Who did that?
Angry, Jax wiped his face and looked around. Then he saw a girl from his English class. Her name was Gangle. She was a crybaby—he couldn’t do anything without her whining to her friend Zooble. Now that he wasn’t watching, she probably threw it for “revenge.” Perfect time for a surprise.
Jax stood on his chair, grabbed his hamburger, and threw it at Gangle with full force. She screamed and ducked. Just before hitting her, someone banged the tray, deflecting it.
It was Zooble yelling, “LEAVE HER ALONE, BULLY!”
Then Ragatha, sitting nearby, slammed her hands on the table, making a loud thump.
“My… my… MY HAIR!” she screamed, throwing her own food toward Zooble. Chaos erupted. Everyone in the cafeteria started throwing food at each other. It looked like a battlefield.
Meanwhile, the principal, Caine, entered and saw the mess. As he opened his mouth to yell, someone threw a fruit salad at him (probably accidentally).
“Enough!” he shouted, but no one listened—it was too noisy. He yelled louder.
“I said ENOUGH!” This time, everyone stopped.
“Who started this mess?” he demanded. Everyone pointed to the five people fighting: Jax, Zooble, Gangle (hiding), Pomni, and Ragatha.
“DETENTION, NOW!” he yelled, while the five argued and left the cafeteria.
He was in big trouble.
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POV: Ragatha
She was doomed. She had just been part of one of the most ridiculous things she could imagine. Her day had just gotten worse.
The officer escorting them to detention had them change out of their dirty clothes. She chose a hoodie to hide her face, since no one was paying much attention to her anyway.
In the detention room, the officer stopped her at the door.
“Getting into fights in your first month at school? Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said, shaking his head. Ridiculous.
She entered and sat in the front row; the others sat behind.
The detention teacher was her History teacher, Mr. Kinger. He was writing something on the board when he turned to look at the students. His eyes landed on her.
“Miss, could you please remove your hood?” he asked.
She nodded and pulled it down. She turned slightly and noticed… Jax?
They both said at the same time,
“Oh no…”
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Notes:
I really hope you enjoyed it.
This chapter was split in half, so possibly the second part will be released tomorrow.
And in case you haven't noticed, this chapter was inspired by an episode of "DC Super Hero Girls".Thank you so much again for the 1050 views.
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