“It’s just better if one person takes all the blame, and I don’t mind it anyway.” I replied.

  “But I don’t want you to suffer like this.” Kaede responded.

  “Then you want all of them to suffer?” I asked. I knew it was a harsh lesson, but it was the truth.

  Kaede hesitated, “You can only save them so much.”

  “The choice is mine.” I told her.

  “But why did you make that choice?” Kaede asked, it was like she already knew everything. I refused to answer and we sat in the middle of the class surrounded on all sides.

  Kaede looked over to me and stared deep into my eyes.

  What did she really see when she used her power? And what did she see in me?

  School could have almost been considered normal, that is if you consider harassment normal. The bullying returned even worse than before. Every person around me was an enemy that could strike at any time.

  Whether it was my backpack, shoes, or even the clothes I was wearing it all got attacked. Scratches, cuts, paint, and rotten fruit were the common methods.

  Since I knew the secret behind my power even if I tried looking for the perpetrators I already knew it would be useless. It only went to show how far people will go to follow the current and how much that messes with the person's mind.

  By the end of the school day I looked worse than after two weeks in jail. Small cuts, as well as small round bruises found all over my body.

  It seemed like a group of kids had brought airsoft guns to school and had been shooting me with small pellets from my blind spots. They shot from so far away that it was useless to even try to find them.

  I had survived another day of abuse, but I had come up with a somewhat good plan. And it would help me find the last two girls, or at least I hoped it would.

  I returned to my house without any detours and listened to music. There were too many different types of music to try. I listened to no end, and I finally gained a little progress.

  I had found a song I disliked.

  Before, music was really nothing to me, it only meant something to others. I would have no preference or emotion to different songs. But now I had found something I disliked.

  It was a rap song by some nameless guy. And the entire song just seemed of poor quality compared to the others I had listened to.

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  I skipped the song, and went back to listening to random music. I even felt a little appreciation for the new song.

  The plan I had come up with was risky, but I wasn’t sure how risky.

  In general the plan was to make my two greatest enemies at the time fight. However, it required me to be very precise in my word choice. In the first place, it required Johnny to approach me first.

  Luckily the next day he did just that.

  Walking to school was horrible. The cold wind found its way through the small cuts in my uniform to chill my entire body. I was stopped right inside the gate by a teacher.

  “Stop right there.” A sassy teacher said. She was quite young, but I had never seen her at the school before.

  “What do you want?” I asked coldly.

  “You can’t walk into school like that.” She said while looking me up and down.

  “That is three dress code violations.” She added in a sassy voice. It seemed like a student right out of college had finally gained a little power over children and started abusing it.

  “According to the school handbook you can get only one dress code violation.” I responded.

  “One, inappropriate clothes. Two, revealing too much skin. Three, inappropriate appearance.” She stated.

  “Isn’t that on a technicality?” I gave her a last opportunity.

  “What do you mean? Students shouldn’t argue with their teachers. I am giving you a detention.” She said and her eyes grew bigger.

  “Fine, but remember later that you did this to yourself.” I replied coolly.

  She wrote me up four pieces of paper, three orange and one red.

  “Make sure you give those to your teacher, or the consequences will be even worse.” She said and then walked back to the school building.

  The entire encounter had been weird from beginning to end. Usually there are no teachers waiting at the gate until it is time to close it. And she returned right after harassing me. That meant she came out just to harass me.

  Did she really just hate me that much? Or did ‘he’ have something to do with it?

  I activated my power, but as expected her harassment of me was not a sin. However there were plenty of other interesting ones.

  I walked to the school store, and bought another uniform.

  I got close to my class and noticed something off. There were way too many people. I knew what this meant, either something absurdly strange had happened, somebody gave me the biggest harassment yet, or Johnny was waiting for me.

  The crowd of people parted as I walked through, snickers on all their faces. Tension grew in my shoulders, but I did not show it. I put on my confident face and walked into the classroom.

  Johnny was sitting at my desk with his legs up, a grin even more confident than the one I was wearing adorned his face.

  “What are you doing here, bug?” I said coldly.

  Johnny did not even break a sweat before responding,”You are a monster, I can barely even consider you a person, matricide, rape, theft, alcohol, drugs. You are a horrible criminal, and you will even bring people down with you.” He casually added on crimes that would be hard to disprove.

  “I have never done any of the things you said I did. Do you think that just because you say so that they are true? Once again I will ask you to bring evidence to either me or the police before you start spouting crap out of your mouth.” I responded.

  “All you ask for is evidence, you sound like a gangster talking to the police. A monster like you will always be a threat to us common people.” Johnny said righteously, the crowds started agreeing with him.

  I activated my power one more time, “You say all this about evil,” according to my power, “ But we both know you are the real monster here.” I responded.