Around lunchtime, you ride your bike to a field outside of the town. It's far away from the road, or anything else. It's the perfect place to do something that requires discretion.
Which is good for you, since you don't want to attract attention. Especially after the bombing at your high school.
You spend the next several hours writing, trying to writing them faster than faster. You start to lose track of time as you keep practicing, trying to trim those precious few seconds off of your writing time.
And then, I have an idea.
Writing "爆弾" in Japanese takes a good several seconds. Time that any enemy could spend bashing your head in. Writing "Bomb" in English takes less time.
Slowly, I write "Bomb" on the ground, setting the fuse for three seconds. I've been writing in Japanese until now, so you don't know if writing in English would work.
I finish writing the last 'b' in the crater covered ground and stand back.
Time for the moment of truth.
3...
2...
1...
*BOOM*
The ink explodes, adding another crater to the ground. As I look at the crater, I can feel a smile creep on my face. I almost can't believe that worked.
Not that I'm complaining.
I spend the next hour writing B and Bomb over and over again, trying to get it as fast as I can. English isn't my first language, but still doesn't take as long as it would if I was writing in Japanese.
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A few hours later, I was walking back to the neighborhood. My wrist was sore from writing, as if I had to crank out another essay for Mr.Komiya. Still, I'm writing faster than ever.
By now, there are only a few people outside. Most people are probably at work or at home. I walk through the nearly empty streets to go to Akinaka's house. If Mito and Shiori aren't there, then I can call them from there. After what happened today... I should at least tell them that I'm still alive.
Around five minutes from the house, I see a pair of schoolgirls heading in my direction. I don't think I've seen them before, but they are wearing different uniforms than Grape Heights girls wear. They're wearing white an blue instead of my purple. Still there are plenty of schools around, so I don't pay them any mind.
But that changes when I'm about to pass by them. One of the girls pulls out a knife and slashes at me.
I duck under the knife before slugging the girl in the face out of reflex.
*CRACK*
"What?" When I punched the 'girl', she didn't bleed. She didn't even flinch. In fact, the damage I did proved that whatever she was, she wasn't human. There was a large crack going down her face, going over her right eye.
"Mannequins?" I say out loud as the other takes a swing at me. Taking a closer look, I can see the knives protruding out of the mannequin's wrists.
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