First Or Third Person, Which So You Prefer?

I woke up a bit late the next day, I stopped speaking to the man I met on Reddit because I knew there was no way I could meet him.

He was in Russia and it seems that someone had managed to shape his narrative.

I wasn't going to press on because I didn't know who was watching or listening.

My driver wished to drop me off at school but I decided to take the bus, I wanted to adjust to life without being catered to like a toddler.

I boarded the bus and the interior design was something you wouldn't see in your everyday bus.

I couldn't even afford the bus in my past life, I had to walk to school back and forth, there was no other way for me to attend otherwise.

People say suffering helps you build character but I can tell you for a fact that's bullshit.

One could build character a lot better in wealth because what better way to test a person's character than when they have everything in the world?

The attention I got was as intense as I expected but I knew that I couldn't do anything to stand out.

I sat beside someone, I didn't pay attention to him but upon a second glance, I noticed that he had a plain look.

He wasn't handsome but he wasn't ugly either, he was just there and there was something strange about his clothes.

They were dirty, I could recognize this scenario anywhere as snickers could be heard behind me.

I tilted my head back to see a boy with his hand down the blouse of a lady sitting beside him, groping her breast in the process but she must be his girlfriend as she had no resistance to this.

I didn't speak, I knew that this boy was being bullied but he was not my concern.

But I also knew my sitting beside him would draw attention to him, it might be good or bad but the boy froze, he didn't dare even look at me.

The snicker behind me got on my nerves, I didn't know why but I was more irritable than before and I didn't know why.

[[Erro4 404! Gods communication temporarily cut off!]]

Wait, what the fuck does this even mean? Was this some kind of joke?

I won't lie, I thought this was some kind of prank because there was no way I would be reincarnated only to be abandoned.

"Will you shut up already?" I found myself saying and the entire bus fell silent, even I was surprised that I had said that.

I was worrying about something yet that snicker, it just kept going and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I sighed the moment the realization hit me, a confrontation was about to occur.

"What did you say?" The boy questioned, the boy beside me looked petrified.

Hold on, this was a bad guy, he was just like Bong, he was just like all the people that bullied me.

That's right, I had to make an example out of him to show everyone that I was more than a pretty face.

"I said shut up," I repeated, my voice stern. I knew he wouldn't let it go, he would try to show a show of force to establish his dominance.

Very much like wild animals but before the fight could escalate, the boy looked over at another before kissing his teeth and keeping quiet.

I followed his eyes and noticed he had made eye contact with a much smaller boy, he didn't have much of a presence but I instantly knew that he held more power than the others.

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~Third Person~

Minsuk's arrival in school had gotten the attention of others, he was richer than everyone there but that wasn't what made him interesting. 

What made him interesting was his ties to criminal organizations but he had enemies as well.

Some of those enemies happen to reside within the school walls, Bong was his target but would it be so easy to to eliminate him?

The answer was no, like Minsuk, Bing had ties to powerful men outside of the school. 

Not everyone could get away with murder the way he did yet there was no repercussion, that had to say something about his influence. 

"Minsuk, is it…?" A lady questioned, seated on top of a person who used himself as her chair and resting her feet on another who used himself as a chair. 

"That's right Ara, he goes by the name Minsuk and we have reasons to believe that he plans to make this school his," A man on bended knees said.

Ara was a tall lady, she easily measured 6' 3 in height but she was toned, her chiselled abs were enough proof that she took her physical appearance seriously. 

But boy, was she majestic, her skin as beautiful as chocolate with a pair of melons dangling from her chest but it was her golden eyes that made her stand out. 

"Bring me this Minsuk, I want to see him for myself," Ara commanded, revealing herself to be the top delinquent for second years and Minsuk had gotten her attention. 

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(A/N: I'm thinking about making this story into third person, what do you all think?)