"You're out, Billy. Expelled." Principal Jonesri didn't even wait for me to click the door shut before he fired.
He tossed a heavy manila folder onto the desk. It landed with a dull thud—the sound of my life hitting a dead end.
Through the translucent plastic, the sea of red ink from Middle School to Senior year stared back at me like a crime scene.
He dropped a file before me and shuffling through it, were all my bad grades from Middle school up to Grade 12.
"If you're considering a request to sit back one year, we unfortunately can't allow that.."
Mr. Jonesri's voice faded into the background and all I could think of was how to settle my debts and improve my intelligence. If I could just be an elite, I wouldn't have been in my current situation.
I trudged back into my classroom like a sour thumb as everyone watched me, some already making jokes about my outfit.
"What's that on your file?"
I didn't reply her, I couldn't. The test score boldly written in red ink on my record script made tears well up in my eyes, but I held them back, refusing to look weak in front of the same person who only ever derived sadistic satisfaction from my misery.
Someone snatched my file off my grip and snickered, loud enough for everyone else in the classroom to hear.
"Now isn't this sad," Maddie stood over me with a demeaning look. "You couldn't even afford an A+ like everyone else?"
She leaned in, close enough for me to smell the Roselia perfume she had on. "Guess poverty is just too hard on you, Billy."
For the past five years I had spent in highschool, Maddie Blake had always been the biggest bully I had tried so hard to avoid, but the universe wasn't on my side either.
I let out a long heavy sigh, picked up my bag and walking out of the class, I turned to face her one last time. "I'm already getting expelled, go make fun of someone else, Mad bitch!"
I didn't wait for her reaction, she deserved more than what I'd just blurted out, but my fever made me sound like I personally needed help.
Maddie yelled my name multiple times while others added me to their new gossip of the day.
Well, none of that mattered anymore. I no longer belonged there. With my current result, I would only be lucky enough to secure a job at a café.
"If only I was smarter, richer.. then I would be grateful for this excuse of a life given to me—"
Then it hit me, the illness I had been suppressing for weeks, finally knocked me with a rushy surge, I slowly drifted out of consciousness.
The cold shift in the atmosphere blurred my senses and the last thing I could see was the janitor and some students rushing up to me until the world itself completely faded away into a blank, dark canva.
***
I woke up in a body that didn't feel like.. me.
'Ding!
*System Update*
{Welcome Billy, your most desired wish shall be granted…}