"Isn't he always?" + a bunch of other little thing [English]

I smiled softly when I noticed the small message. "Isn't he always?" I thought with a giggle. Apparently he noticed the odd laugh, and stared at me. Yeah, I wasn't exactly famous for being giddy.

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Purposely or not, he was making me wanna kill myself. Too bad it was pretty much impossible right then. Or at any time, seeing my actual situation. You know, already dead and all that.

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Burnt came out without me wanting to. "Tell him." he whispered, but I ignored him. Oh, how I loved that class. Two hours of being lectured in a language I barely understand.
The soul locked in my head persisted. If possible, I would have loved to bitchslap him. "Him" reffering to Burn or to him. Let's be ambiguous.

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With a smirk, I let myself fall backwards. English class was no fun without a wound or two. Not the real Wound, of course. She only came here when I was alone.

I had to hold back a loud chuckle when the teacher came running to my place to make sure I wasn't dead. Of course, I was unscathed. I was a pro, after all.

Not in chronological order.





"Don't you get it, idiot?! What the hell will I tell my parents? Oh hi, I'm your dead daughter in the form of a character from a story she fucking wrote?!"
"I get it, but why the hell do you have to stay with me?!"
"Leaving wouldn't only send me to hell. It'd send you too. You don't want that, do you?"
"Damn..." he finally understood his lack of options "Okay, I get it."
I was glad that my newly-obtained red hair was more than enough to hide the bright blush that had taken over my face.

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"Listen, I wanna know what the hell is wrong with you as much as you do, but you must stop being so fucking violent! Damn, you're crazy!"
I sighed softly and a soft pink color found its way to my face. As did some tears, but I managed to hold them back
"'Kay... I got kinda carried away. Sorry..." I said

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"ARGH! Out of all the goddamn people in our school- no, in our world, you had to be left with me?!" he clearly wasn't happy with the happenings.
"Do you think I like it?!" It isn't my fucking fault!"
I faked my best angry voice because, honestly, it was my fault. In a twisted, odd way.