I arrived in school just in time. The bell rang and I finally arrived in school. All of us sat down and my classmates were still angry against me. I wondered how long would this rage goes. The bell rang once more and my classmates dragged me to the back of the class. They told me to give them money and I had no choice. I handed out all of my money to them. They left me alone and sat back down. The teacher came in and was scolding me. I guessed I had took the blame once more. I sat down and opened my books. The teacher started to teach us and I was depressed again. I had been bullied and been weak for a long time.
After forty five minutes, the bell rang again. The announcement then came out and told us to meet at the hall. All of us got out and I bashed onto the wall as my classmates came pass me. It seems that this would go on for quite some time. We arrived in the hall it was only our year. We were told to line up and pick a piece of folded paper in the box. I waited on the line and I looked around. There were another three lines and I wondered what was this for. It was finally my turn and I took a piece of paper. We weren't told to unfold it or we would be punished. After hearing this, this paper looks important. Few minutes later, they finally told us to unfold it. I saw a name in black and some were in different colors. The principal told us to get into what color it showed in the paper. The teachers showed us the directions to our groups. Then after gathering, they told us to name our group. We named it "Organization XII", there would be three leaders. The entire groups had named their groups and told the teacher. The principal used magic and wrote names on a board. All of us were given two days time to make a group symbol. I wondered how would my group's symbol looks like. We were told to get back to class and we would gather later. Hours passed and there were two periods left. We then were told to go to the arena. When we reached there, we were told to sit in our group. People bashed onto me and it was quite painful. We all sat down and the atmosphere became silent. I wondered what would we be doing today. The teacher told us to put our names on a paper. I was put last as my classmates told them to. We all had our own meeting rooms for us to talk and earn points. The points could be made by winning in a spar or competitions. The points could be used for a lot of things and it would most likely to be our budgets and to increase our ranks.
They picked up our list and told the person in the our list to go to the arena. We all knew what it was about now. This were groups competition and I was afraid. Our group was the worse and we were losing badly. Soon it was finally my turn to fight. I had to stay there until the competition ends. There were exactly six groups and we were staring at each other. We waited until the referee starts the fight. As it started, I snapped my fingers. The dark flames came out below them, burning them. In one attack, all of them were lost. Everybody was astonished for what I had done. Rounds continued and I used the same tricks. Everyone were badly ignored from the burns I made. I was already started to become tired. The next round came once more and I was resting. It was the final round for all of us. None of the groups had an extra member. We all looked at each other and hoping to win. I was breathing hard and was trying to recover my strength. The principal then announced, which bought me some time. The principal told us that the school session already ended. The audience all were anxious to go home and watching the match as well. They all saw me breathing hard, exhausted using the ability. The parents came and I saw my sister with in the group of parents. The match started and I snapped my fingers. Dark flames came out but this time it was much weaker. I didn't have the strength left to release anymore. They were burned and the flames were still there. I hoped that they would be either weakened or forfeited.
Five of them forfeited and left one more. He took serious damage from my flames. This time I used my basic flames to burn him. He had lots of energy and he just sent a power wave. I was pushed back by it and I knocked onto a wall. The referee started to count and I struggled to move. In the end, I lost the fight but I had three rounds streak. They all clapped and complimented me for what I had done. I was exhausted and was depressed. I had lost the fight even though I defeated a lot of them. We were all dismissed and the winner was Red Cross. I took my school bag and I was claimed to be the leader of the group. I couldn't decline the offer since they all wanted me to. I went out of the arena and saw my sister waiting. I went to her and she patted me on the head. She said I had done a great job in the match. She held my hand and we went back home. I was happy that she wasn't furious with me anymore.
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