"What!? You wanna what!? You wanna- oh wait I said that already".
"I know, I know that it's hard to accept but that's what I want to do" Amethyst said.
"But investigation is not something a 17 year old can handle" Nephy said.
"I know but-"
"No but. God must've gave you second no, third chance. You should use this to study well and make your future more brighter. Listen, revenge doesn't get you anywhere" Nephy said.
"Yes but, how can I live happily knowing that the people who killed my loved ones and abuses their power for their own pleasure is living pleasant and happy life? The only way I can make them live in hell is by dragging them with me" Amethyst said.
"You shouldn't sacrifice your life for something as meaningless as this" Nephy adviced.
"Neph, don't worry. Its not like I will kill them or anything. By revenge means by punishing them in rightful way. I have to bring them in front of the court. I need justice, no, Amethyst need justice" Amethyst said.
"Star, listen. We are young rn. This is the only time when our life strive the most. We should use this to have fun and create wonderful memory for ourselves so that when we look back, we can remember this times" Nephy.
"Neph. I totally agree with you. But the way this argument is going is scary. I promise I'll not get in trouble. But for that, I need your help" Amethyst said.
Nephy sighs. "I can't win against you in an argument. Fine" Nephy said.
"Heehee" Amethyst gave a stupid smile.
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"Goodmorning Nephy" Amethyst greeted.
"Goodmorning to you too Star" Nephy greeted back.
"You studied for the test ?" Amethyst asked.
"Yup! totally. But i still have my suspicions like... Who would believe your story? Meh whatever. Lets see if Mr. Harrison actually wears a chicken suit" Nephy said.
"Actually... I'm not completely sure if it's today or some other day. But in my memory its the day after my first class in this school" she said.
"Hold up! If what you said doesnt happen Imma murder you. Note that" she said.
"Heh heh... Damn" Amethyst commented.
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"Surprise test~!" A man wearing a yellow chicken suit shouts as he slides into the classroom.
He dabs and then takes off his chicken head.
"Mr. Harrison? What's this?" A girl asked while giggling.
"I'll be putting a maths test on you all. I should know whether the bright students of this school is actually bright" he answered and everyone booed.
Nephy looks at Amethyst and grins.
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"I'm done checking so collect your test papers!" Mr. Harrison tells.
Everyone was nervous because no one studied. Well, almost everyone.
"I'll be handing you your mark sheet. Show this to your parents and ask them to sign this" Mr. Harrison says.
He started to call out each students.
"Rose, 24 out of 40"
"Matthew, 16"
"Joel, 21"
"Kate, 13"
"Nick, 17? I thought you studied well Nick"
"Amanda 29. Not bad..."
"Nephy 4-40"
"May 26"
"William 20"
"Amethyst 40"
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"Okay guys!everyone got their papers right?" Mr. Harrison asked.
A boy raised his hands." Sir. You didn't give me mine" he said.
"That's because I saw sticking your face into Amanda's answer paper" He replied.
The boy scoffed.
"Well... Your marks were not that bad. The test was pretty hard but, Nephy and Amethyst, I'm proud of you guys!" He said.
Nephy and Amethyst looks at each other and grins.
"But good job everyone!" He said and leaves the class.
Nephy sneaks to Amethyst who gives her a little space to sit from her seat.
"That's it? I mean... We literally got perfect scores and all we get is I'ᗰ ᑭᖇOᑌᗪ Oᖴ YOᑌ?" Nephy complaints.
"I know right? Like, atleast praise us a little more" Amethyst agrees.
"Yeah! Damn... Whatever" she said.
"Wanna go snack after class? There's a new café opened up down the street" Amethyst said.
"Hell yeah!" She replied.
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