The First Day

"Hey, keep this with you. Don't lose it, when we're older we'll find each other. Wait for me-will you?" a girl in a pink dress with a hat and long golden hair said this while handing out a watch.

(Jason's house)

"Come on-wake up kid, you're gonna be late." cried Jason's mom as he was dead asleep in his bed.

"That same dream again? Why do I keep dreaming about that?" Jason spoke to himself while arousing from the bed.

"Hey, you awake?" asked his mom while cooking downstairs.

"Yeah! I'll be down in five minutes." replied Jason as walked towards the bathroom for a quick shower.

"Mom, I am leaving." he said while wearing the shoes and ran outside the house in a hurry as he was late.

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"Hey! Wait for me, " he screamed as he was running towards me. I stopped and turned back to take a look and I saw a screaming idiot coming towards me. At first, I didn't realize it was Jason, but when he came closer I did. He waved at me.

"Good morning!" he said while panting.

"Morning! Where are the other contestants of the marathon?" I asked sarcastically while pretending to find them as I looked down the path.

"I thought I was late, but it seems I wasn't." he said while coughing. As he was talking I suddenly felt kind of unsure about we not being late, so I took a look at my watch and guess what, we were late.

"I think we are late, pal" I started running as soon as I finished my speech and Jason followed me.

Eventually, after a lot of running we started seeing our school gate in front of us and were glad that it was still open and hurried inside. 'Midtown Highschool' read the board above us.

We ran up the stairs and entered our classroom. Gladly, we reached just in time. The teacher was just going to start the class.

Jason sat behind me 'cause luckily we were sitting back-and -forth. I knew Jason from a long time, full name 'Jason Jones'. Smart, handsome, good-looking, moderate height, brown- haired with brown-hooded eyes. We were in the same high school and were in the same sports club. We both used to play basketball and that's how we got to know each other. We used to walk home together as I lived across the street as his house. He was pretty popular in the school, mostly in girls. They seem to throw themselves at him. Girls usually would talk about his physical traits a lot, mostly his physique. It was almost like if he wanted to then he would have double or triple dated and still girls wouldn't mind. He was too popular at some point I already was thinking that our cheerleading leading squad wasn't cheerleading for the team rather it was for him. Guys were always jealous of him, why not- they should be as he would walk around the corridors and girls would come running for him. Not only in sports and girls, he was good at studies too. Now, that is a little too unfair for guys. He was supposedly good at everything. Whenever I saw him I would yell at the god. I thought he would kind of big jerk, but he wasn't, he turned out to be a good guy. He was friendly and easy to take care of. I don't know why he loved hanging out with me. I once asked him why would he be with someone like me then he said, "I like your sarcastic nature.".

(Bell rings)

The class was over it was lunch break, so we headed out towards the cafeteria.

"Hey Kyle, wait up." someone called out while Jason and I were walking down the corridors. I turned back and it was Mark.

Mark Smith, kind of an idiot you would dream you never want to be. He was taller than Jason, approximately of my height, had black rounded eyes with black hair. 'HE IS THE BIGGEST PERVERT I HAD EVER SEEN'. I mean I can be a pervert sometimes too, but trust me not as much he is. He is someone you'd never understand, I never did and you guys also shouldn't try.

"How's the pervert king doing?" I asked him as he walked towards us.

"I was checking out the girls of other classrooms and I swear you can see all types of girls. Pretty-ones, cuties, smarties and ohhh!! The hotties." he exclaimed as he was telling us and I don't why I felt like he never listened to what I just said or he really is taking that as a compliment.

"Dude, he just name-tagged you as 'Pervert King' and you are still behaving like that." Jason expressed himself as he was as surprised as I am, and from my inner mind of a pervert I thought I knew the answer.

"So what's new? It's not wrong to check out girls. Call me by any name but its my nature, my hobby. I just can't give up on that." replied Mark with confidence as equal to an Army general in his voice.

We realized it was no use telling him proper etiquettes. So, we resumed our walk towards the cafeteria.

We had our food and we left to our class. While walking we bumped into our Homeroom teacher.

"We're sorry, we weren't paying attention." we apologized to her.

"No, no, it's okay. I wasn't attentive too," she replied to us. "Umm-I have a proposal for you guys. I heard that you were kind of smart people in your high school. So, you should join the school management club." she told us.

Hearing that Jason replied, "Uh- I actually had another club in my.." he was interrupted by our teacher, "I didn't say you had a choice." she said with face that you would never want to refuse. So we ended up agreeing to join the club.

It was the Management Club or something with the same sense as that. It worked under the supervision of the President of the Student Council. The club was responsible for the activities which council organized over the time.

The classes were over and as agreed we three started making our way towards the club room. We found it and opened the door and found girls sitting around the desk.

"Oh! Girls in here, we are in the wrong room?" I exclaimed as I know about my luck. Even if there was a chance of getting a harem in my life trust me it would be with guys and I am sure about it. Jason was quiet and it wasn't surprising at all as he should be used to having girls around him, but Mark, I don't know about him. I think he would dream of him and them being alone in the room and I really don't wanna talk about it. I'll leave that to your imagination.

"NO, we are in the right place." said Mark pointing towards the board of the club room.

So with hesitation and embarrassment I opened the door again and said, "Uh-Hello! You would be confused right now, but we actually—" I was interrupted by one of the girls. She looked smart, was cute, brown-haired with a single ponytail on a left side of her head, had grayish colored eyes which were almond shaped, kind of looked like a mixture of a cute and hot kind of breed, but I just got a killer or you can say a hunter's vibe from her. I mean for it was a more like seeing a Lioness sitting in a chair.

"Not used to girls, although the one in the middle looks in control with his emotions." she said while staring at us. It didn't look she was pleased with our first meeting. I mean, I was embarrassed to death there, Jason was standing in the middle and was cool with the situation and as to say about Mark it was like seeing a person who was nearly starved to death and was suddenly invited to a feast. It was nasty seeing him like that, I mean you could really see water dripping out of his mouth, it felt like he would jump onto them any moment.

But then when I looked closely I saw someone whom I was familiar with. It was her, the Demon Queen from hell, Caroline Kin. Jason and I both know her very well as we all did go to the same high school. She was popular amongst guys. You may be thinking in a good way, but I mean the other way around, she was feared by everyone. As much I remember I heard that she literally beat a guy to death just because he was staring at girls. She doesn't stand out with guys who are a pervert. But the question here is how come she is here.

"Carol?" Jason and I both exclaimed with a surprise on our face.

"Hi! How are you doing guys? Long time no see?" she asked us with a gloomy smile on her face.

"Ya, its been a long time. What like two hours or something?" I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up, Mr. Always-Sarcastic. I was trying to greet you guys." she replied with an annoying face. Obviously, I do annoy people a lot.

"Leave that, what are you doing here?" asked Jason.

"Well, you know, I am the head of this club." replied Carol.

"What?" I reacted.

"Yes, I am the President of the student council. Although there's no council, I am the sole member and this the reason why this club was formed." she said with the utmost dignity in her voice.

"How many people did you kill? Did you threaten the staff?" I asked.

"No, I think she bribed them." added Jason as it was pretty odd to see her being the President. To sum up, a girl who is infamous for beating people, who is hard to control, always does what she wants and even forces people around her to do things against their wish. How possibly could someone like that become the President of the student council.

"I didn't do anything like that" Carol expressed herself, "But if you keep saying that I'll be felt with no choice other than killing you." she said in a dark manner.

Seeing her glowering face we were terrified, "Hey, don't you see the Demon fangs and horns?" I asked Jason with a shattering tone.

"It's funny they shouldn't be real, but tell you what I see them." he replied with a same shattering voice.

"Maybe we shouldn't tease her anymore." I said with a concern for our lives because it felt like if we would say anything more and she would get our graves ready in her yard.

Jason nodded to me and then asked, "But seriously, how did you become the president?"

"You see, my grandfather is the principal here." She replied proudly.

"This isn't Democracy!" I exclaimed.

As I was speaking Jason looked at me fiercely and said, "We agreed upon something, didn't we Madiba?"

He was right, I need to keep my mouth shut because if I didn't. Then she would definitely kill us and after knowing her grandfather is the principal then she could even bury us on the School Ground.

"So, let's get done with the introductions." Jason said in order to change the mood in the room.

"Yes, introduce yourself" Carol said to the girl standing beside her.

She seemed to be a quiet girl, a cute girl with cute smile, black-long haired which weren't tied up, had green- hooded eyes, well dressed, seemed obedient, "My name is Staci Wells, an I am looking forward to working with you."

"Hi, my name is Mark Smith and I am too looking forward to working with you." said Mark with an immense determination of getting close to her.

Jason and I introduced ourselves and then Carol stood up and said, "Okay, I'll introduce myself again. My name is Caroline Kin, and I am the President of this-" she was interrupted by me, "Cult" I said without realizing that I said that out loud. Jason started staring at me and everyone in the room was surprised. After a lot of staring I realized what I had just done so in order to correct my mistake I apologized and said, "Club- I mean-I am sorry, please don't hurt me" to Carol who stood right there with no reaction on her face.

"It's okay, " she replied. I was relieved at that moment, but then she continued, "I shouldn't see that happen again" she said with a grave face.

That's how the journey started, what can you say for that start. I would prefer to say that we started with a bang. But, little did we know what we will have to go through.