"Ughh… are they going to stand like this forever? My thighs have gone numb," Hari, the newcomer of Koharu High School, pouted her lips pitifully.
Crouching behind the bush, she peeked through at the group of teens standing at a distance, glaring at each other as if all it took was a gunshot to start World War III.
It's her third day at Koharu High School. Her dad got transferred, so the family moved, and now she's stuck here. Not that she's sad or depressed—if anything, she was very glad to move away from her previous school.
Her old school… well, what should I say? It was a fancy prison filled with mini satans dressed in uniform who had something to comment on everything she did.
She wears pink? Then she's Regina from Mean Girls.
She eats a cup of ramen? Then she and her ten generations of ancestors are considered poor.
When she speaks? Oh my god, she's so dumb.
And worst of all…
Thanks to her so-called 'friends in the form of bullies,' she successfully transformed from black-haired to blonde. Those cheap monkeys sprayed bleach on her head and when the hairdresser's rescue plan for her black hair failed, she was left with no choice but to dye it.
So when her father said they are going to move to a new city, she is the first one to pack all her luggage and even volunteer to help her brother which she wouldn't even if someone held her at gunpoint, knife point or whatever point.
And today, she is on an important mission. That is…to witness the legendary fight between the notorious rival gangs of Koharu Highschool.
Seriously? When she went to the restroom, she would hear girls' giggles and chat,
Oh my god, did you see that? Blake's hair grew. It was 1,50,000 last week and now it's 1,50,010.
I saw Ren bite his nails and spit it out. I wonder if I can get that before the sweeper cleans the classroom.
Today Ace lowered his pants 0.5 mm down. I can literally see the curve of 'C' in his Calvin Klein underwear.
Trapped in the toilet, Hari rolled her eyes. At the same time, she was afraid to flush and disturb their ridiculously creepy, over-the-top fangirl gossip lines.
As if it's not enough, after the school bell rang, the boys would gather around and excitedly discuss the 100 strategies displayed by the leader of Tea&Drama against the rival gang Coffee&Saccharine, and how the leader of Coffee&Saccharine came up with 101.005 strategies to defend him.
Finally, not having the heart to kill the curious tail-wagging cat inside her, she decided to stalk those legends. More than once, she startled at the excited squeals of her classmates as they flung themselves at the windows whenever those legends walked past.
With her towering height of five foot one, Hari tried her best to catch even a glimpse of the so-called legends of Koharu High.
To her utter disappointment, the only thing she ever saw were the black footprints they left behind on the floor.
Fed up with those fangirls, she tuned her ears into the dipole antenna receiving very high-frequency gossip and found out the secret location where the rival gangs decided to fight heads-on.
And that was how she ended up behind the bush in the backyard of the school. But weirdly, she had been squatting here for more than fifteen minutes and other than the staring contest—no fists thrown, no blood spilled.
Ten more minutes and the lunch break would be over.
"Don't say this is how legends fight?" Hari scowled at the group of teens in the distance.
"Of course not! You can't rush an elite's fight. They need a dramatic five-minute stare-off, wind gust, one monologue, two insults, and a slow clap before even thinking about throwing punches."
Hari jolted at the sudden voice, her body falling back, but before she could hit the ground, a hand pulled her forward, covering her mouth in the process.
"Shh! Stay quiet."
The girl looked at the new arrival with skeptical eyes—who wouldn't?
The woman looked around, in her mid-twenties, dressed in pajamas. The sight of her pajamas was enough to make Hari go dizzy. The short night suit she wore had more colors than her entire life, and if that wasn't enough, at the center of her T-shirt sat her favorite cartoon, Doraemon.
Seriously, she didn't even know Doraemon came in rainbow colors until now!
Her hair resembled a disowned pigeon's nest, her unicorn socks were torn with thumb and toe playing peek-a-boo, leg hairs sharper than rose thorns, and not to mention the number of cracks on her glasses, which could collapse anytime soon.
Totally… she looked like a censored explosion of rainbow puke straight out of a manga.
"You! Who are you?" Hari asked, flabbergasted, as the woman casually pulled out a bag of chips from nowhere and started munching on it.
The woman didn't answer immediately. She took her sweet time displaying the art of eating the chips—closing her eyes, licking the flavor off in slow motion, her tongue peeking out to gather the spice smeared on her upper and lower lips, smacking them, then crunching the chip and gulping it down.
Once satisfied, she adjusted her glasses and finally looked at the girl with a grin.
"Me? I am a God."