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Revenge of a Dead Girl By NEEonPink Characters: 26487

Updated: 2018-02-09 23:23


"Yooma is a weird one isn't she?

"She's smart but it seems like she's kinda scary."

"I don't really talk to her much, she's such a loner."

To me, I have always thought that friends were people who brought me nothing but lies. I have always just ignored them and the awful rumors they spread concerning me. They were something that I didn't need anyway. That's why being friends with someone is utterly unnecessary for me.

In this time and age, school is not entirely about learning. It's now about grouping yourself among the others, pretending to be someone else just to fit in, in fear of being cast out. And those who were unfortunate enough not to get in one of the circles, will be their target.

Society has changed for the better, they said. But all I see through my eyes were pitiful students being everyone's prey. Those who were on top of the society, would trample on the backs of the lower ones, to be specific.

"What the heck? I told you to buy cranberry juice!" Fei, one of the people who managed to gather senseless students to be her slaves, said in an irritated voice as she threw the opened can of milk on a petite girl kneeling on the floor. From the looks of it, she's poor and only has one set of uniform but the contents of the can soaked it, earning a whimper from her.

I watched the usual scene right in front of the class. Everyone, however, was too occupied in their small circles not watching the situation since it has been an everyday thing that they grew tired of it. Feigning ignorance as they laugh and giggle at themselves. The teachers, were not much of a difference. They'd do the same and feigned ignorance, not wanting to help the students in need.

While I, don't really care that much about them either. They chose their path, it's their decision to be stepped on or be the one stepping on people. My decision is to not get involved in their drama, since I can't be with other people. I do not give anything to anyone, that's why I dont expect anything in return either. I reject anything and everything because getting involved with people is the same as creating disadvantages and I refuse to do that.

I am much better off alone.

"Yooma!" An irritating voice echoed from the doorway, causing the whole class, including the people at front, turn to her direction.

"How foolish." I muttered, closing my eyes in intent annoyance as I close the textbook I was halfway finishing.

The girl who owns that irritable noise came rushing towards my direction, attempting to pounce on me.

"Stay 2 meters in radius away from me." I spoke as I put a full stop on her before she could reach and tackle me using the book I was holding, completely hitting her face.

After that, the whole class, returned to their own world, Fei continuing to pester the girl at front.

"Yooma, you're so mean! Is that a way to treat your best friend?" I pulled my book away from her face before continuing to read.

She sat down on the seat in front of my desk and faced me with her usual annoying grin.

"Guess what? Joon and I are going on a date!" She squealed, holding her reddened cheeks as she squirm around.

"Guess what? I do not have the slightest bit of care about your statement." I remarked, flipping the pages to look where I stopped.

She, however, didn't stop and kept squirming her body in delight.

"You should care! Because Joon is like the most handsome guy in campus!"

"Which only means that a lot of woman would come pulling your hair." I uttered but she was too busy visualizing her fantasies that she took no notice of my statement.

I glance over at Fei and saw that she was looking at our direction with utter jealousy, crossing her arms as she whispered next to the girl besides her called Jina. I looked back at Youngji sitting in front of me before an exasperated sigh escaped my lips.

"Youngji. You should stay away from Joon. You know he's up to no good." I advised, and once again, she ignores me.

It wasn't too long until she became their target, it was inevitable anyway since Joon, the most liked guy in the whole school, is surprisingly her boyfriend.

Since the day she mindlessly believed that Joon likes her and began dating, almost all the immature women are out making fun of her as if it was their daily routine.

Youngji, however, does not mind as long as Joon is by her side. If it wasn't for the genuine smile she shows whenever she's with him, then I'd already disposed of that guy to keep him away from her.

*

I was walking through a small alley, a plastic bag filled with food dangling on my hands as I spotted the familiar rundown apartment.

"Open up." I lightly knocked a few times at the almost broken door before it opened to reveal Youngji in her usual clothes. Ragged and old.

"Yooma! You're here again!" She squealed, tackling me before I could even enter the freezing clamped room.

"Yes yes, get off me." I pushed her forehead away and began walking towards the living room. I sat down on the floor since there'sno couch or even a chair found, placing the plastic bag on the small table at the middle. "I brought food--" before I could even finish my sentence, she was already rummaging the bag in search for her favorite.

"Cupcakes!" She leaped from the floor and once again attempting to tackle me but I stopped her with my raised foot, resting on her stomach.

"I thought I told you to stay 2 meters away from me." I calmly said, pulling out a new textbook I bought and began reading.

She frowned, returning to her spot across the room but eventually smiled to herself as she began eating the cupcakes I baked.

From time to time, I kept glancing at her and at the rundown room. It wasn't that messy but from the lack of furniture and stuffs, it looked almost like an abandoned place. The once peach walls were dark grey and molds had already formed, her bed was nothing but a stacked carpets in attempt to resemble a decent bed. Aside from the small table at the center of the room and her bed at the corner, a small drawer was placed just besides the bed. I'm already certain that the only clothes she has was her school uniform, the uniform from her part time job and a few old clothes.

At the top of the drawer lies a picture frame of a 10 year old Youngji and her parents. Her father was tall yet stout, wrapping his hand around Youngji's shoulder, while her mother has her hands resting on Youngji's head.

All of them had a genuine smile plastered on their face, their eyes almost crinkling in delight. It made me wonder, why they left their only daughter in famine. Well, she did told me that her parents were always fighting day and night, she even got involved in their catfights and got her arms broken. Then one night, she found herself all alone in her house with nothing but a note from her parents saying that they'll go to another country and uncertain when they'll return.

I glanced back at Youngji, still devouring the food I brought while constantly smiling to herself with each bite she takes.

It left me pondering why she's still smiling after all the sufferings she received. She's basically a mess. At school she's being bullied by almost everyone, after a tormenting day she returns to this lonely apartment with no one to accompany her, and at night until dawn she has to go work in a karaoke bar. And the next day she comes to school without any sleep only to be harrased by everyone again.

"Youngji." I called to her amidst the silence. She glanced over to my direction, chocolate icings stuck on her face.

"What?" She asked, stopping her continuous devouring of cupcakes.

I stared at her pale complexion, it's obvious that she'll get sick from her current situation. I sighed, closing the textbook and placing it on the table.

"Nothing." I remarked, earning a puzzled stare from her.

"Okay then." She resumed consuming loads of sweets,

bullying others." I slightly raised my voice, completely far from my personality, but I had no choice. This person is determined to side with Fei who has loads of wealth.

"Isn't Youngji here the one at fault? She mindlessly triggered everyone." He retorted, scoffing at her.

Youngji was about to cry once more but I patted her back, and glared at the bald aging man in front of us.

"If you're just gonna point fingers at her and not gonna help, then I'll file a complaint against Fei, you, and to this whole school." I slammed my hands against his desk, causing her to lean away from me on his chair.

"T-then. . . Would you mind if I speak to Youngji alone?" He gulped, but I'm not falling for that. I won't leave Youngji alone in here with this awful man.

"What if I said no? I'm not leaving her here with you." I squinted my eyes at him, almost sending out crackles of electricity back at him.

He was about to say something but my phone rang my usual ringtone. I pulled it out from my pocket and saw that my mom was calling me.

"Then I'll leave you too behind. You better do something about this, or else I'll have you locked up in prison for the rest of your life." I menaced at him one last time before walking towards the door. Patting Youngji's shoulder, she gave me a reassuring smile as she nodded her head, before I exited the office.

I left them there, walking across the corridor as I answered the call.

"Mom." I mumbled, glancing back at the door where I came from then back at front.

"Sweetie, where are you? I got you freshly baked croissants! You're favorite." She beamed across the line, I smiled in delight, I'm sure Youngji would like to eat those with me.

Or better yet, after her talk with the principal and after we get those wounds and bruises treated, I'll take her to my house and let her eat all the delicious food mom buys.

"I'm still at school." I replied, stopping besides the window glass and stared outside. I glanced behind me and made sure I'm still near the principal's office door, about 40 meters away from me.

"I'm at the school gate, I dropped by since I thought that you still might be here and turns out I'm right!" She cheered, I can hear the sound of the endless flowing of water, making me know that she's besides the river in front of the school. "Come and get it here, I still have to give some for your dad at his office."

I was reluctant, glancing back at the principal's office then back outside the window. I saw my mother standing besides the gate, carrying a brown plastic bag where I believe the croissants were at.

"Okay. . . I'll be there in a minute." I ended the call, before walking away. Quietly observing the silent hallways, and wondering how peaceful this place is without people in it.

As soon as I reached the school gates, my mother wasn't there anymore. The certain spot she was standing on is nothing more but an empty space.

"Mom?!" I called, shifting my gaze side to side. After continuously searching for her, I gave up and pulled out my phone, dialing her number as I impatiently tap my foot.

"Yooma." She suddenly mentioned my name which is very unusual, she usually calls me sweetie or honey but her using my name means that something serious had happened.

"What happened? You were just here a moment ago."

"I'm sorry but. . . Our neighbors called us, there's a fire right in front of our house and. . . I. . . I don't know what to do. . . I immediately called a taxi." Her voice was trembling, and my eyes were wide from shock.

"Mom! Don't worry, I'll be there in a sec!" I raised my voice, panic evident from my action.

Fortunately, there was a taxi passing by and I stopped it by raising my arms at it. I entered the car and said our address in a frantic manner.

As much as I want to stay behind and help Youngji solve her issue, I can't possibly leave my mom alone in this kind of situation.

I'm sorry Youngji, I can't help you right now.

*

Distant sounds of chattering and sirens from police cars parked outside the school echoed throughout the building. Students gathered at the 4th floor, near the restroom giving out a putrid smell.

"I only left my eye on you for a moment. . ." I stood steadily, my eyes staring blankly at the girl sitting peacefully on the toilet seat. "And you already caused another trouble." I mumbled, tears streaming rapidly from my emotionless eyes as I stare at the dead body of my best friend.

Her lips were pale and bluish, her complexity turned much paler from the lack of blood that is now scattered on the floor around her. I looked at her tear stained face, a frozen smile formed and her eyes was closed as if she accepted her end with open arms.

"How. . . How foolish." I stopped from suppressing my tears and let it all out, letting my head hung low and stare at the glaring red floor

The policeman already dragging me away from the crime scene in fear that I might mess with it and ruin valuable evidence.

Before I was completely pulled out of the restroom along with the other students with their phones out, I caught a gleaming object at the floor next to her.

It brought back memories to my mind. That shining object is indeed, without a doubt.

Is the principal's razor blade.

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