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warning: swearing included, school AU viewer's discretion is advised     A school cafeteria buzzing with mixtures of voices. Soft music came from the stereo on the stage, providing the cafe with small entertainment. Many students stood in lunch lines, receiving their plates of lunch from today's menu.     You sat in a plastic chair at an empty lunch table, head in arms. Eyes scanning the crowd of individual students, shuffling around to find a free table. Your stomach growled, for that someone had taken your ID required for lunch.     It was April Fool's day, what else was one supposed to expect? Pranks being pulled on each other's frie

      [Name] was in their clutches once again.     When she came to, she found herself bound to a bed with cuffs. It was, however, long enough for her to roam around the cold jail cell she was in. The same jail cell she had to go to for everything she had done wrong back then. The bed wasn't comfortable, it was like sitting on a thick layer of blankets and using a purse as a pillow.     The same slot that the scientists slip in food was still there on the door, and the same water spots and moss was on the same position on the walls and floors. [Name] sniffled. She didn't want to be here, the horrible pain she had been through just for a

          "W-what do you mean, bella?"     Holding the knife tighter and pushing it slightly deeper, you looked up at 'Romano'. "Please, stop with the Italian," you scoffed. "Your Italian sucks, Number Nineteen." The grin on the impostor's face fell, and was replaced with a frown.     "You really are an annoying one, aren't you?" he said. "No wonder I don't like brats around your age." Nineteen's hand then reached up and grabbed your wrist. His grip was firm and tight, and you could feel your hand loosening around the knife. The other hand went to his face, and grabbed the layer of skin.     Pulling your wrist away forcefully, you jump

        "Mommy, where are we going?"     Your mom looked down at you and you saw her narrow her eyes slightly at you. You looked at her patiently, waiting for an answer. Your mother then rolled her eyes and smirked. "We're going shopping, [Name]." Your eyes lit up. It's been a while since you have been out shopping with your mother. And your father was barely home, so he couldn't take you.     Eagerness spread throughout you and you started to bounce up and down. The parent then grabbed your wrist, and you felt her grip tighten on you. She then walked out the door, bringing you along with her. Your feet dragged in front of you as she pu

    "C'mon. We're going now."     "Alright big brother," I said as I took my deadly bat Al gave me and rested it on my shoulder. I knew what was going to happen. We're going after those bad people. The 2ps aren't really that bad actually. For example Matt, Al's brother I met a few weeks back (does that make him my brother too?), goes into the woods from time to time to see if there is any poachers. If they was any, he would either kill them or injure them badly. After I found out that they kill the bad people, I was kind of scared of them at first but now I understand their reasons to kill.     Now you may be wondering: How am I still abl

     “Hey Mathias, can you slow down PLEASE?!”     “Come on [Name]! You should know by know that the king’s driving skills is top notch!” Mathias, or Denmark, exclaimed with the stupid grin on his face. He had wild, gravity defying blond hair and blue eyes. Your [Hair Color] hair was flying wildly behind you as the wind hit your face.     He was currently driving the both of you, with his brand new black Ferrari, to the building that the World Meeting was being held at. You stayed at the Nordic’s house the day before because Mathias insisted that you sleep over at the ‘king’s’ house for

      "Agh! Merda!"     "[F-First]? What wrong?"     "Severe damage to wings! I got a hostile behind me!"     "Scheisse! I guess Japan's mimicry failed! I'm coming!"     "N-no, too late! Sh-"     "[First]? [First]?! Do you copy?! [FIRST]!"     2025     Ground     Atlantic Ocean, North      Technology had advanced so far. We have the ability to make an exact replica of any plane, and use it for war. We could drive motorcycles that leave behind a trail of neon lights. Cars that can drive on walls, drive underwater, fly. It's the year 2025, and countries were at war again. The reason was once planted in each of their minds, but

Beyond and Within Chapter 3     "J-join the Survey Corps?"     Levi hummed in response, nodding his head at the same time. You looked down at the floor, thinking about what the Corporal just said. The question was so sudden, you felt like she didn't have time to think about it. If you did join, the house you lived in for her entire life would be left behind, abandoned to rot. But if you didn't, you would have to spend the rest of your time in splendid isolation from the rest of the world, waiting for visitors that rarely pass by.     "You don't have to answer right now," Levi added, after seeing the trouble you was having. "But we don't

      It was hard.     Hard to hide who you are. Especially you, because you were a neko. You had small fangs, a tail, and cat ears. Qualities of a cat. But that's not all. You had heterochromia, hetero as in 'different' and chroma as in 'color'. Different color. Have you seen those cats with two different eye colors, like one was green and the other eye was blue? Yes, you had that. Except that your eyes were [e/c1] and [e/c2].     That added to your bullying problems. You were bullied for the fact you were half neko. But with the secret of you having heterochromia, it got worse. The names had already hurt you, emotionally. Freak, outcas

Anime: Attack on Titan, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hetalia     "Hey, are you ready?"     I looked at my older brother Edward, who was looking at me with a concerned face. After all, it was my first day of high school. I was the youngest sister, and my older brothers were Alphonse and Edward. Our mother died when we were younger, and our father left home and never came back. Ed resented his father for leaving us, but I guess Dad has his reasons.     "Yeah, I'm ready," I answered Ed. He then grinned and messed up my hair. I growled as he did, and used my hands to fix it again. Al was two grades higher than me, which was 11th grade. As for Ed, h