Third person P. O.
The bell had barely rung when chaos started in Section A. The classroom was noisy, desks weren't in straight rows, and somebody had already scribbled "A stands for Awesome Disaster" on the chalkboard. Miss Cortez, their adviser, stood by the door, trying to look stern in her neat blazer and glasses, but even she had a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Alright, settle down. Today, since we have new faces, BB will give you all a proper tour of the building."
"Proper?" muttered Michelle from the back, already smirking. "More like the chaos tour."
"Shut up, mica ," BB shot back, planting her hands on her hips. Her ponytail bounced as she turned to the class. "Okay, listen up. I'm only saying this once. Section G has the best spots in the entire school. And the dumbest ones too. Follow me, and don't get lost."
The students began moving, pairs forming naturally. Old students nudged each other while new transferees looked around curiously. Riyo linked arms with Mica, whispering loudly, "Do you think BB's just gonna show us where she hides her snacks?"
"Those are top secret," BB snapped, already walking toward the corridor.
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The Garden & Swing
Their first stop was the entry garden, which looked nice at first glance—roses, trimmed bushes—but closer inspection revealed sneakers stuck in branches and a suspicious soda can buried in the soil.
"This is the garden," BB announced. "Looks pretty, but don't sit under that tree unless you want ants all over your back."
David, tall and proper-looking, sniffed. "This is more like a junkyard with flowers."
"Shh, the ants might hear you," Ekio teased, shoving him lightly.
Near the corner stood an old wooden swing tied to a tree. Riri immediately ran and hopped onto it, laughing as she swung high. "Claimed it!"
"Last time someone went too high, the rope almost snapped," Areo said casually.
Riri froze mid-swing. "WHAT?!"
Laughter exploded, with Blessing yelling, "Push her higher, let's test it!"
"Blessing, you menace!" BB groaned. "Nobody's allowed to die during the tour."
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The Mysterious Door
Next, BB led them to a rusty door near the back hall. "This," she said dramatically, "is the door to nowhere."
Everyone leaned in. The door creaked open, revealing… an open courtyard filled with broken chairs in a circle, like some weird meeting place. And in the middle? A bag stuck on top of a pole.
"What the—" ethan squinted. "Is that… someone's bag?"
"Legend says it's been there since last year," Kittu explained, deadpan. "No one's been brave enough to climb for it."
"Or dumb enough," Angel added.
Immediately, Marco grinned. "Bet I can get it." He took two steps before Cyree grabbed him.
"Sit down, hero. We don't need you breaking your neck on day one."
"Fine," Marco huffed. "But if I get it, I'm king of Section A."
"You mean clown," riyo muttered, earning giggles.
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The Dormitory
The tour continued to the dorms. The boys' dorm was loud even without anyone inside—posters taped crookedly on the walls, shoes scattered by the doorway.
"This is where the boys pretend they're civilized," BB said.
"Lies," micheal replied. "We don't even pretend."
The girls' dorm was neater, but not by much. Sam flopped dramatically on one of the bunks. "This is my bed now. Whoever argues will have to fight me."
"Fine, queen," Nini rolled her eyes.
"Mrs. Diego, calm down," joked Joshua.
The whole dorm erupted at the "Mrs." part, especially when Sam's face turned bright red. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU, JOSHUA!" she yelled, chasing him out of the room as everyone howled with laughter.
The Lawn
Finally, BB brought them to the wide lawn. Some students were already lying down on the grass, exhausted from laughing.
"This is where we hang out, play, or just scream into the air about how much homework we have," BB explained.
"Or scream about love problems," Riyo added slyly, looking straight at Kiko.
Kiko glared. "Don't start."
"Ohhh," the whole class chorused, teasing.
"Stop!" Kiko snapped, face red, but it was too late—Blessing had already started chanting, "Kiko's blushing! Kiko's blushing!" until even the new students were laughing.
By the time the tour ended, the group was noisy, sweaty, and grinning from ear to ear. BB leaned on the rail, hands on her knees.
"And that," she said proudly, "is the grand disaster known as Section A."
"Best disaster I'
Mr. Salvador cleared his throat as he pushed open the squeaky metal door at the end of the corridor. It let out a groan so loud that half the class winced. The door was crooked on its hinges, its paint peeling in strips, and just beside it was a plaque that once probably said Section A—but now only a smudge of spray paint and a permanent-marker doodle of a cartoon chicken remained.
"Welcome," Mr. Salvador announced with mock grandeur, "to the rest of your second home. I hope you're ready."
The new students—still clutching their bags like they were bracing for war—followed behind, eyes darting left and right. Siari whispered under his breath, "Why… why does the ceiling look like it's about to collapse?"
"Because it is,A Michael said flatly, hands in his pockets. "Don't stand under the leak marks too long."
The hallway reeked faintly of bleach mixed with something burned. Every third fluorescent light flickered with a dying buzz, and the floor tiles were mismatched—some glossy white, others cracked brown. The transferees slowed their steps, unconsciously huddling closer together.
And then—
whoosh!
The class passed an open doorway, and the transferees froze. Inside was another section—Section D. Their classroom was blindingly white, clean walls, rows of perfect desks lined with blue chairs, curtains matching, the soft hum of an AC unit visible from the doorway. Students from Section D turned their heads in unison, polished uniforms crisp, hair neatly brushed. Their eyebrows arched at the sight of Section A's marching circus.
"Damn,"muttered clade his voice low but audible. "Why do they have hotel rooms for classrooms while ours looks like a haunted house?"
"Because we're special," BB shot back with a grin, twirling a pen like a wand. "Special garbage disposal unit."
The Section D students actually covered their noses dramatically. One girl whispered too loudly, "That's the notorious Section A." Laughter rippled through them.
Cindy blinked rapidly, his jaw dropping. "Wait, wait, wait—you're telling me the other sections have AC? Flat screens? Clean windows?" He whipped his head toward Mr. Salvador. "Sir! Why are we shoved in the dump?"
Before Mr. Salvador could even attempt a dignified answer, Perry shouted, "Because we're allergic to cleanliness!"
"And air-conditioning gives us rabies!" Ramino added, throwing his hands up.
The Section D kids laughed harder. Eren looked like he wanted to crawl under the floor. "This… this can't be real," he muttered, tugging at his collar.
"Don't worry," Kittu said soothingly, clapping Erey on the shoulder, "you'll get used to the suffering. It's part of the Section A experience package. Non-refundable."
Mr. Salvador sighed. "Keep walking before you traumatize the transferees further."
They were dragged down the hall, passing Section C and Section B—each classroom another cruel reminder of what they didn't have. Bright bulletin boards. Working projectors. Air that didn't smell like wet cement.
By the time they returned to the far, dim wing where Section A's labs were hidden, most of the transferees had gone pale.
"Alright," Mr. Salvador announced, pushing another door, "this is your Science Lab."
The door creaked open.
Inside was… chaos. Brown chairs, thirty-six of them, some missing legs propped on bricks. Tables scorched with old burns, graffiti carved deep into the surfaces "micheal was here 2019," Ciro owes me ₱20," "Don't drink the beaker juice."
At the back, an old skeleton model leaned crookedly, one arm missing, sunglasses taped onto its face.
"Why is the skeleton wearing shades?!" Riyo gasped.
"Because he saw the truth of Section A and couldn't bear it," Angel said solemnly.
"Yo, that's Steve," micheal corrected. "He's basically one of us."
BB knocked on the skeleton's skull like a door. "Steve says welcome."
skiez burst out laughing so hard she nearly dropped her notebook.
Siari, meanwhile, looked horrified. "Sir… there are actual burn marks on the tables. Did someone blow this lab up?"
"Multiple times," Denz replied casually. "Chemistry got… spicy."
"And the fire alarm?"charlie asked hopefully.
"Doesn't work," Kiko answered smoothly. "We just run and scream."
The transferees stared.
Next stop was the Math Lab—though calling it that was generous.
Thirty-six brown chairs again, only this time half of them wobbled. A broken chalkboard leaned against the wall, covered in more graffiti. Someone had drawn a very detailed caricature of Mr. Salvador riding a dragon.
"This isn't a Math Lab," Blessing muttered. "This is a war zone."
"Mathematical trauma zone," Perry corrected, flipping his pencil like a baton.
Imelia raised her hand timidly. "Um, sir? Why do the other sections get whiteboards and projectors… but we don't?"
The entire class answered in chorus before the teacher could:
"Because we're the rejects!"
Mr. Salvador pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, because the school administration believes—"
"—that we're a social experiment" Marco cut in, leaning back smugly. "They're testing how long teenagers can survive without AC before committing arson."
The transferees burst into nervous laughter, not sure if he was joking.
Finally, the Computer Lab.
The moment Mr. Salvador flicked the switch, half the lights didn't even come on. Rows of ancient, boxy CPUs lined the desks. Most had post-it notes saying "DO NOT TOUCH – BROKEN."
Joshua stared in disbelief. "Is that… Windows XP?!"
"Windows Who?P nathan snorted.
"No, seriously,"Riyo gawked, pressing a key on one of the keyboards. It made a squeak and nothing appeared on the blank monitor. "This is prehistoric."
"We don't learn coding here," Aroko said, deadpan. "We learn patience."
"And how to fix broken PCs with duct tape," BB added, slapping the side of one monitor. It flickered for exactly one second and then died again. "See? Works great."
Kika crossed her arms, her face scrunching. "Why are we in Section A? Why can't we be in a normal section with AC and clean chairs and functioning computers?"
The room went silent for a beat.Then rain raised her hand dramatically. "Because, my dear transferees… welcome to hell."
The old students howled with laughter, clapping, some even whistling.
The new ones? Half horrified, half resigned.
By the time they returned to their own classroom—the infamous 36 brown chairs, some broken, a fan that squeaked like a dying bird—the transferees had stopped asking questions. They just slumped into whatever chair didn't collapse under them.
Mr. Salvador stood at the front, adjusting his crooked tie. "And that concludes your tour. Any questions?"
Dead silence.
Then Blessing raised his hand weakly. "Yeah. Just one."
"Yes, Mr. Madrigal?"
"…Can I transfer back to Section F?"
"The Chaotic Tour of Section A" Sky said
The tour moved on, the transferees trailing like ducklings behind a very unreliable mother duck. BB swung open the next door with a flourish.
"Behold, the English Room. Where grammar rules go to die."
The room smelled faintly of chalk and old paper. A poster reading 'Your vs. You're' was taped crookedly on the wall, with someone having scribbled underneath: 'still don't care.'
Ciyu pointed at it, laughing. "That's… actually me."
"Don't worry," Areo smirked. "Half this class still can't spell 'definitely.'"
"Definately," Riri said confidently.
"See?" Areo deadpanned.
Laughter burst out again.
Kittu picked up a dictionary from the desk, flipped it open, and dust exploded in his face. "This… this is a weapon."
Joshua nodded. "Imagine failing English because you inhaled a dictionary."
The transferees barely recovered when BB pushed them into the History Room.
On one wall, a timeline poster drooped, the tape barely clinging. Half the images were missing.
"Where's 1945?" Marco asked, pointing.
"Oh," Areo said smoothly. "We skipped that year."
"You can do that?!"
"Yes," Perry muttered. "History is just… suggestions."
David examined the faded map of the Philippines. "This looks like… it was drawn in crayon."
"It was," Riri confessed proudly. "By me. In grade 7."
"You're joking," Siari said.
"Nope," BB said. "And the teacher still uses it."
Joshua buried his face in his hands. "Oh god. I transferred here for THIS?"
" It's hell !!" Sky shouted
"True!! " Riri
"Welcome to hell," Blessing whispered dramatically
The Arts Room was next, and finally, the transferees let out impressed noises.
Paintings, doodles, and half-finished projects covered every surface. Bright splashes of color replaced the gloom of the last few rooms.
"Okay… this one is actually nice," Riyo admitted, running his fingers over a mural.
"Careful," Kika warned. "That's still wet. From last year."
"What—?" Rocky yanked his hand back to find smudged blue paint across his fingers.
Laughter rang out.
"Yep," Areo nodded. "We call it 'Eternal Drying Paint.'"
Meanwhile, Blessing grabbed a paintbrush and started doodling a mustache on a portrait of a historical figure.
"Don't—!" BB shouted—too late.
Now José Rizal had a neon-pink mustache.
"Perfect," Chris said proudly.
"That's… disrespectful!" Kiko said.
"No," Blessing corrected. "That's art."
Sky just watched in horror
"What the hell" Sky mutterd
The group shuffled to the Music Room, which looked more like a storage space than anything. A battered guitar leaned against the wall, missing two strings. A keyboard sat in the corner, one key duct-taped down.
Ereiko immediately grabbed the guitar and strummed it. The sound was so horrendous that everyone screamed.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Siari clapped her hands over her ears.
"That," Perry said, "was the sound of regret."
Joshua sat at the keyboard and pressed a few notes. The duct-taped key blared continuously.
"Oh no," he muttered.
"Oh yes," Areo grinned. "That's the alarm. Now you've summoned the Music Teacher."
Everyone froze for dramatic effect.
Then BB broke into laughter. "Relax, the teacher's probably asleep."
At the Economics Room, the transferees didn't even try to pretend anymore. The old students knew exactly what they'd see: a chalkboard full of half-finished graphs, and a pile of fake paper money stuffed into a shoebox.
Marco picked it up. "...This looks like Monopoly money."
"It is," Kiko admitted.
David's jaw dropped. "You use Monopoly money for Economics?"
"Yeah," Areo shrugged. "Cheaper."
"Also," Riri added proudly, "I'm the undefeated champion of fake-market stock trading."
"That's not something to brag about," Perry muttered.
Blessing grabbed a wad of the fake cash and threw it in the air. "We're rich, boys!"
The room erupted into chaos as everyone grabbed bills midair like a greedy lottery.
The tour spilled into the Math Classroom again—this time, the transferees noticed the 36 brown chairs lined up haphazardly, some cracked, others duct-taped together.
Clade sat in one and immediately fell halfway through.
"Oh my god!" Simi shrieked, helping him up.
The room howled with laughter.
"See?" Areo said smugly. "That chair chooses victims."
"Why is this still in use?!" Cherry demanded.
"Budget cuts," BB answered.
Dann muttered, "This whole school is a budget cut."
The laughter doubled.
Meanwhile, Blessing climbed onto one chair like a king on a throne. "This one feels safe."
The chair snapped. He fell flat.
The class roared until tears streamed down their faces.
The smell hit first—fried something, maybe fish, maybe mystery meat.
"Oh no," Cyree whispered, horrified.
Rows of wobbly tables stretched across the room. A vending machine stood in the corner with a handwritten sign: 'Don't Kick, It Bites.'
Ramino poked it anyway.
CLANG.
A soda dropped out, even though he didn't put money in.
"IT'S MAGIC!" Ramino shouted.
"No," Areo said darkly. "It's possessed."
Joshua sniffed his tray cautiously after grabbing food. "What… what is this?"
"Adobo," BB said.
"No, it's… moving."
The transferees gagged.
"Don't worry," Perry said dryly. "You'll get used to it. Or you'll die."
The Gymnasium was next, echoing with their footsteps. A basketball hoop leaned sideways, net half gone.
"Wow," Riyo muttered. "This place looks… cursed."
"It is," Areo replied instantly.
Kiko tossed a ball at Blessing, who tried to shoot. It bounced off the bent rim, flew sideways, and smacked Cherry in the head.
Chaos exploded.
"Ow! What the hell, bro?!" Cherry shouted.
"Sorry!" Blessing wheezed through laughter.
BB doubled over laughing. "This gym has a 0% success rate. Literally no one scores here."
"Just like heaven's love life," Riri yelled.
The group screamed with laughter while Percy gave a dramatic bow.
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The transferees were nearly broken, but BB led them to the Rooftop.
Wind whipped across as they stepped out, the city sprawled beneath. Rusted railings lined the edge.
"This… is actually nice," Ereiko admitted.
"Yeah," Aries agreed. "This is where we cry dramatically."
"Or eat snacks," BB added.
"Or make TikToks," Mica said.
The transferees glanced at each other. For once, they weren't horrified—they almost liked it.
Then Riri climbed onto the railing.
"LOOK AT ME, I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"
"GET DOWN!" everyone screamed.
He jumped back, cackling. "Relax. I do this every day."
The transferees groaned.
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The final stop: the Courtyard.
The grass was patchy, a few benches crooked. But it buzzed with life—students laughing, shouting, playing around.
"This," BB said with a grin, "is where the real chaos happens."
Eniko and Blessing immediately started chasing each other. Periya sat like a brooding philosopher. Areo leaned against a tree, smirking. The transferees slowly scattered, testing the waters.
Marco leaned back on a bench. "Okay… this isn't so bad."
"Not bad?"
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