Sky's POV – Run and Catch,
The ground was alive with chaos.
Birds chirping? Nah. Students screaming like they were auditioning for a horror movie? Yes.
Section A had decided, out of all things, to play run and catch. And somehow, SOMEHOW, this was supposed to be "fun bonding."
Author, fun bonding for who? For Satan? Because this is just cardio disguised as friendship.
Marco was chasing Riyo in circles, both screaming like banshees.
Marco (yelling): "STOP RUNNING, YOU COWARD!"
Riyo (laughing): "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, JOKER FACE!"
Blessing and Riri had teamed up, both running like maniacs, holding hands dramatically as if this were a slow-motion friendship montage.
Blessing: "RUN, BESTIE, RUN FOR OUR LIVES!"
Riri: "THEY CAN'T TAKE OUR FREEDOM!!"
Mica was cheating, obviously—he climbed halfway up the bleachers to avoid being tagged.
Mica (smirking): "Work smart, not hard, peasants."
Kika (pointing at him): "CHEATER! THIS ISN'T PARKOUR!"
Ethan, Leaf, and Nav had formed some sort of survival squad, hiding behind the trees, whispering like they were in a spy movie.
Ethan: "Okay, we ambush from the left…"
Leaf: "No, no, we blend with the shadows—"
Nav (panicking): "BRO, IT'S JUST TAG!"
Meanwhile, Perry was jogging at a reasonable pace, sipping water from a bottle like this was a marathon warm-up.
Perry (calm): "Some of you are embarrassingly bad at running."
And here I am, Skylar Peralata, Queen of Chaos, trying to survive. Do I look athletic? NO. Do I have the stamina for this? ALSO NO. But if these people think I'm going to get caught easily, they can eat my shoelaces.
Then I saw him.
Wind. Standing across the field, smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face, eyes locked on me like I was a prize cow at auction.
Wind (calling out): "Run, babygirl. I'm coming for you."
The whole class erupted into screams and laughter.
Nayeon & Nini (in unison): "OOOOHHHHHH, SKYYYYY, YOUR LOVER'S AFTER YOU!"
Mica (from the bleachers): "Rip, Sky. It was nice knowing you."
Excuse me? LOVER? Author, delete them. Delete everyone. I didn't sign up for a teleserye!
So I ran. He chased. Section A screamed. The ground shook with laughter and chaos.
And that's when—
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The ground was no longer a playground. It was a warzone.
Blessing had stolen someone's slipper and was waving it around like it was Excalibur.
Blessing: "BEHOLD, MY WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!"
Riri (wheezing): "YOU'RE GOING TO GET SLAPPED BY A MANANG IF YOU BREAK THAT, STUPID!"
Meanwhile, Areo, in all his chillness, wasn't even running. He was walking. Like he was on some Victoria's Secret runway.
Areo (deadpan): "Why should I run? If they tag me, I'll just sue them for emotional damage."
Marco and Riyo's chase had evolved into full WWE. Riyo tripped, Marco fell on top of him, and now they were both rolling on the grass like twin cucumbers fighting for dominance.
Marco (screaming): "I'LL END YOUR BLOODLINE!"
Riyo (laughing): "YOU'RE ALREADY THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF YOURS!"
Author, should I call security? Or should I sell tickets? Because this fight is giving WrestleMania vibes.
Kika and Mica were now fighting too—but verbally.
Kika: "Get down here, you fake athlete!"
Mica (posing dramatically on the bleachers): "I'm above you all. Literally. Figuratively. Emotionally."
Kika (flapping her arms): "You look like a DYING FISH up there!"
The class screamed with laughter, some almost collapsing from running too much.
Ereiko, instead of hiding or running, had pulled out his guitar. YES. HIS GUITAR.
Ereiko (strumming): "Run, my children, run! Escape the doom that awaits you~"
Cherry (gasping for breath): "SHUT UP, ED SHEERAN, WE'RE DYING!"
Then, chaos reached a new level. Riri, for absolutely no reason, decided to climb a tree.
Riri (yelling from the branches): "I AM SAFE, FOOLS! GRAVITY CAN'T TOUCH ME!"
Seconds later—gravity touched her. She slipped, fell, and landed with a dramatic thud.
Blessing (screaming): "BESTIEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!"
Riri (still lying on the ground, wheezing): "Don't… let… my rice cooker… go to waste…"
Oh my God, Section A is a live-action cartoon. Why am I even friends with these clowns?
Meanwhile, Perry was STILL jogging like a serious athlete. Like, sir, this is not the Olympics.
Perry (calmly): "You're all embarrassing yourselves. Learn to run properly."
Marco (rolling on the ground mid-fight): "SHUT UP, TRACK STAR!"
The chaos didn't stop—if anything, it was escalating into a natural disaster.
Alright 😏
I swear, if the teachers saw this right now, they'd shut down Section A forever and send us all to a correctional facility.
Ekio was running in circles—not from fear, but because he literally forgot how the game worked.
Ekio (panicked): "AM I SUPPOSED TO CHASE? OR BE CHASED? OR EXIST??"
Joshua (yelling back while sprinting): "BRO YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST IN HALF THE TEACHER'S ROLL CALL!"
David, tall and proper as always, was trying to maintain dignity… until Kittu ran by and smacked his shoulder.
Kittu (smirking): "Tag. You're it, Mr. Royal Butler."
David (offended gasp): "I shall remember this insult for generations."
Somebody give this man a crown, he's about to declare war on playground politics.
Meanwhile, Nav, Leaf, and Kika had formed an alliance—a BAD one.
Leaf (panting): "Okay, strategy—trap them near the basketball hoop."
Kika (flapping like a fish again): "I'll distract them with my ugly dying-fish dance!"
Nav (dead serious): "And I'll trip them when they laugh too hard."
...Three seconds later, all three of them tripped over each other.
So much for strategy. Darwin Awards incoming.
Blessing and Ramino were literally just screaming. No reason. Just screaming.
Blessing (shrill): "AAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Ramino (matching pitch): "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Do they think this is a choir audition? Because my eardrums are filing for divorce.
Riri—yes, the same idiot who fell from the tree—was now chasing Perry with a long stick she found.
Riri (battle cry): "COME BACK HERE, USAIN BOLT!"
Perry (dodging gracefully): "Have some dignity, woman!"
Sky's inner words: This is not dignity, Perry. This is survival. Also, Riri, please, that stick looks like it's about to snap in half. This is not The Hunger Games.
Siari, poor Siari, was on the sidelines again, hands on her head.
Siari (muttering): "We're all going to be expelled. We're all going to be expelled. We're all going to be—"
And THEN. The absolute cherry on the chaos cake—Blessing and Marco collided head-first, fell flat on the grass, and instead of apologizing—
Marco (pointing dramatically): "YOU'RE HEAVY."
Blessing (offended): "YOUR FOREHEAD IS A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!"
Oh Jesus, this class isn't just Section A. It's Section Apocalypse.
If the Olympics saw this, they'd ban Section A from existing. Forever.
The twins, Nini and Nayeon, were shrieking like maniacs while chasing Riyo around the court.
Nayeon (yelling): "STOP RUNNING, YOU COWARD!"
Riyo (dodging): "I'M NOT A COWARD, I'M A STRATEGIST!"
Yeah, strategist of looking like a rat escaping pest control.
Meanwhile, Ereiko had somehow found a guitar (WHERE??) and was running around strumming like a bard in an RPG.
Ereiko (singing loudly): "CHASE ME IF YOU CAAAANNN, BUT YOU'LL NEVERRR WINNNN—"
Sir. This is not a concert. This is PE turned into an asylum field trip.
And then there was BB. Poor BB, trying to blend in, not run too hard.
Nav's eyes were glued to her every second. Whenever someone even brushed close, he stepped in like a bodyguard.
Nav (snapping at Ramino): "Watch it, bro."
Ramino (confused): "What? I wasn't even—"
Nav (glaring, low voice): "I said. Watch it."
Okay wow. Someone's acting like BB is carrying the nuclear codes.
Skiez, sitting at the edge like the calculating ice prince he is, caught my eye. One small nod from him, subtle, almost invisible—like he was reminding me:
"Keep quiet. We know why Nav's acting like that. Nobody else can know."
Sky's inner words: Great. Now I'm running in literal chaos with one of the biggest secrets of Section A on my shoulders. We've got people screaming, tripping, smacking each other, AND an undercover pregnancy plotline like this is a telenovela. If Netflix doesn't buy the rights to Section A, I'll sue.
Meanwhile, BB was pretending like nothing was wrong. She giggled when Leaf fell face-first, she cheered when Kika did her dying-fish distraction dance. But every time she slowed, Nav would circle around her like a nervous hawk.
Sky's inner words: And of course, the dumbasses around us don't notice a thing. Too busy acting like wild chickens.
Run and catch with Section A is not a game. It's a death sentence.
Nini and Nayeon were chasing Riyo like two rabid dogs, screaming threats about breaking his legs if he didn't stop dodging. Riyo, of course, looked like a mouse who stole cheese and is now auditioning for Fast & Furious: Rat Drift.
"STOP RUNNING, YOU COWARD!" Nayeon shrieked.
"I'M NOT A COWARD, I'M A STRATEGIST!" Riyo yelled back, diving under a bench.
Yeah, strategist my ass. More like a slippery sardine.
And then Ereiko—this man—this absolute clown—had pulled out a GUITAR. From where? Nobody knows. Was he hiding it in his pants? Magical pocket dimension? Harry Potter crossover?
"CHASE ME IF YOU CAAAANNN!" Ereiko was sprinting across the court, strumming like he was auditioning for a rock band while dodging Kika's flying slipper.
This wasn't run-and-catch anymore. This was a circus.
Meanwhile, BB was jogging lightly, smiling, laughing, pretending like nothing was wrong. But I could see Nav glued to her like a shadow. Every time someone ran too close, he swooped in like Batman protecting Gotham.
Ramino barely brushed past her shoulder—
"Watch it, bro." Nav's voice dropped like thunder.
Ramino froze mid-step. "What? I wasn't even—"
"I said watch it."
Okay, wow. Someone woke up this morning and chose "possessive hawk dad mode."
Skiez was off on the side, leaning against the fence, arms crossed, watching everything like a mafia boss surveying his territory. He caught my eyes for half a second. Just a tiny nod. A silent reminder: keep your mouth shut.
Yeah, yeah, I get it. The BB-Nav baby-bomb secret is locked tight. But HOW am I supposed to keep calm when everyone around me is acting like drunk chickens in a farm riot?
Kika chose that moment to flop dramatically on the ground, flapping her arms. "LOOK AT ME, I'M DYING LIKE A FISH!"
Half the class screamed. Perry just muttered, "Finally, some peace," and sat down like a tired uncle.
And me? I was running around like—well, me. Queen of Chaos, the one sane witness to this whole asylum field trip, and the only one who knows we're basically starring in a live-action telenovela with a secret heir plotline.
Netflix, call us. We're ready.