Can you blame me?

Exams are over! Now I have nothing to do! YAY! diaoz >_< ! Well, fiqulty asked me to try to write something more relate to our real life. Perhaps nothing to do with fantasy? Well, I tried and...it is more related to our lives but with a touch of fantasy. [Hmmm...maybe the touch ain't as small as I thought]
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A storm was brewing, soon its cold showers shall quenched the thirst of our dry land. It hadn't rain for a while, some of us had even forgotten there was such a thing called rain. Why was today so special? We have no idea as well. Could it be the change of our vice-principle or could it be the weird voice in my head, which keeps saying "The darkness has chosen you, my young apparatus."

It was just like any school year, though this year my previous class had been separated. However we still meet very often on the stairway of block D. They said that sec three life was going to be one of our most up and downs year. And they weren't kidding, we had gotten one of our worst math results ever, with the exception of a few that is. Even a slacker. Some had even failed all their exams, and ended up crying pitifully. Naturally anyone would have gone and comfort her, but when a guy gives a tissue to her…do we see lovebirds in sight?

"Since we are already on this road, why not go all the way? And if you understand your concepts and know where your mistake lies, there's nothing holding you back from acing your next test."

It would seem that after the exams we would be carefree, but to us busy students…there's always the matter of CCA. Oh, and if your thinking that this is just like your other schools…I'm proud to say "It ain't" You would be surprised how many weird things have been happening, and it seems that different CCAs are starting to get into fights more often. Maybe your thinking now that so what? It's understandable when people get competitive in their CCA, but you would be in denier of how wrong you were. When music can summon mystical, spiritual creatures beyond your understanding of reality. And the Guns that the Air rifle club uses, never runs out of bullets. Not only that, everyone seems to be able to do things physically impossible. You must be thinking now that this can't be true. Though I have to say myself, I can’t believe it either…not only that, once we step out of the school, everything returns to normal. Could these changes be because of our new vice-principle? Or the cause of this annoying voice in my head?
Regardless of everything, let me just say, "Welcome to the school of dawn."