Counselor

"Good morning son. Are you good? You cried a lot yesterday."

"Yes..."

He looks at the calendar and wears his hoodie before walking out with a bouquet of flowers he steals from his parents' room. He reaches his destination and saw three graves. "This school had an obsession with the coolest kids." Because his school treasures the three students, they request their grave to be next to the school which is creepy enough.

Leon Loraine, a senior two years ago who committed suicide because of stress. Sylvia Willow, the popular student who was murdered in an abandoned house. And lastly Mark, a student who died because of suicide for an unknown reason. Those are the words that were carved at a wall behind the three graves. He put the flowers at Mark's grave.

"Sylvia you did this. And Leon Loraine...I'll kill you. I wish for my current challenge to be canceled." A paper falls on his hands but the paper is red paper instead of normal white paper.

'Usually, I don't let that kind of wish but since you had that hatred eyes, Good luck in this world Ryan Loraine. See you.'

Making his way back to his home, he found a kid getting punched by three guys. Images of Wade flashed in his mind and he runs towards the guys and punches them. "What the hell are you doing?!" They run away and Ryan looks at the kid.

"You good?"

"It's you, president! I'm the new club member!"

Ryan looks at the kid and realizes it's his classmates. He did remember some new members in his club but he sure doesn't remember he joined his club. "I wish I could just get rid of those basta- I-I mean...I have to go." Ryan looks down with a dark expression and holds the kid from leaving. "I wish to know how to invite players." A blue paper falls and he reads it.

'Don't waste wish bro. Just gave him the paper you got from Mark. When you want to invite a new player, your first paper is an invitation. That's why Mark said don't throw the paper you got.'

Ryan looks for the paper in his pocket. "Would you kill someone to get what you want?" The kid smile and nod. "If it means I can help my mom with the money problem. I would do anything." Ryan gave the paper to him. "I would love to invite you to play World 365 where we kill people based on what target we get and we can get a gift in returns. Just kill and don't worry about getting caught."

When his hands were about to take the paper, Ryan pulled the paper away. "Promise you will help me and what's your name." The kids laugh and scratch his head. "I thought you were playing around and gave me this paper with your number. My name is Alex." Ryan reveals the paper and it shows Alex's name and target.

"W-what? My name?"

"Alex Fordil. Target, bullies. Go ahead. Kill them and see what you got."

After that, Ryan went home and found his father talking with a woman about him. "Dad?" His dad saw him and pulls him to sit next to him.

"Ryan, this is Miss Kamilia a counselor. We need to make your appointment with her every Saturday-"

"Why?"

"My son...you should see how loud you cry yesterday. Since you don't want to talk with us, we figure maybe she can help-"

The table break as Ryan punch it with one punch. Miss Kamilia's face turns white as she witnessed the strength Ryan had. "Y-You could just try talking to me now-" Ryan was about to answer but his father pushes him behind. "I don't think it's a great idea. We will let him talk with you next week." The counselor left and Ryan crashes himself on the couch. "Son, you can't do that with random people."

"YOU CAN'T DECIDE FOR ME TO TALK WITH RANDOM PEOPLE TOO!"

His father left the living room and enters the main bedroom. Ryan covers his eyes and cries to sleep. In the morning, he walks out of his house just to found Miss Kamilia with two coffee in hand. "Ready to talk?" Ryan takes the coffee and walks past her. "I have school."

"The school doesn't mind me trying to cure those eye bags don't you think?"

Ryan stares at the counselor for a while and opens his house door. His parents saw the counselor and give her a thumbs-up before they went to his study room. "Nice room." Ryan sips his coffee and sat down in front of her. "This is the study room. My father makes this room in case I ever want to study."

"Well, what's your grade?"

"E."

The counselor stare at the student who's sipping his coffee while sitting down in an informal way. She pulls out her files and starts reading them. "Your school had two students who died a few days ago. Is this why you cry all night?" He avoids looking at Kamilia and she makes note of her words always correct.

"And which death affects you the most? The Sylvia girl or Mark?"

"Uh..."

"Or is it both? Are they your friend? Or perhaps one of them is your partner-"

He throws the pillow on the couch to her face. "Mark is my best friend. Sylvia is a new best friend." She makes a mental note and puts the pillow next to her. "So, do you have another friend?" He shakes his head and she sighs while staring at the files. "Have you tried making one?"

"Yeah. And they end up dead."

"Not what I meant but okay. So...what about your classmates?"

He shrugged and the counselor pack her stuff. "I'll inform your teacher about your absence and rest up. Don't drink coffee too much." She takes his coffee and throws it away. Ryan lay on the couch in the study room and mimic the counselor in sarcasm. "Classmates...right Alex." He checks his phone and saw the news.

'Three high school students were found dead behind the new shopping mall. Our reporter there will keep us update with-'

"I wish I trust his words like how Alex did with me."

Throwing his phone next to him, he heard his window moving and saw Alex. "Ryan! I got a cool superpower! I can predict the future." Ryan stares at the guy who's using his shoes in his room. "SON OF A-"

Ryan's parents sit down in front of Alex and Ryan who's kneeling. They look at the adults and they were given paper. "Write an essay for bringing friends without permission and you, write an essay of apologies for wearing shoes in our house." Alex sweatdrop and take the paper while Ryan takes the paper and chew it. Alex holds his laughter and Ryan's father stops him from chewing more. They started to write it and Ryan stares at his pencil and Alex.

"Another friend..."