Dream one is kinda weird but they all are
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I wake up to the bell that says the class is over chiming loudly. I check my schedule and it says I have to go to gym. I sigh knowing that this is where the game starts. Here at Testama high, you're either filthy rich or the complete opposite. Everyone is here for the same reason though, killing you're fellow schoolmates. On the first day your family can bid you out if they can afford it which is when some of the calmer rich people start leaving. I enter the gym and sit alone on the floor listening to a group of girls nearby. They talk about what they're alignments are so I roll my eyes and tune them out. Everyone has an alignment that usually has to do with your name. The alignment is like a power you have for the rest of your life. For example if you are named Faith, you inspire people and are painfully determined. Some people are harder to figure out by name but most people shamelessly flaunt their alignment. This group of three girls plop down in front of me, breaking my chain of thought. There's a small one who seems to be extremely excited who is decked out completely in yellow, an angry girl who looks like she's about to pass out who's wearing blood red and the girl who they're trying to convince of something. The middle girl seems to be a model of sorts, she's wearing white and beige so she's wealthy I'm guessing. When the announcements start saying who can go the side girls start begging the middle to take them with her. She looks pretty uncomfortable so I butt into the conversation pretending to know her. "Hey Maingne! Long time no see" I smile at her and she responds "Oh goodness it has been forever hasn't it?" She comes over and we talk about outing that never happened and memories that were never made. Yellow and red leave us alone and she drops the act immediately.
"Who are you and why are you talking to me?"
"You're welcome."
"I never thanked you and I'm not going to."
"Ah so that was a waste of time, sad."
"If you think I'm going to buy you off for this I won't"
"Cool"
That continued for a while until she realized something
"How do you know my name?"
I open my mouth to talk.
"Are you a stalker?! Are you stalking me?! You think you can make me the first victim, huh?! Well-"
I tune her out and then stand up to go somewhere else. I can feel her staring at the back at my head and then a hand on my shoulder
"How so you know my name?" She tries in a softer voice. I lock eyes with her "It's on your shirt..." We remain eye contact for 30 more seconds before she gets it. "Oh, okay, well then," she takes her hand off my shoulder, brushes it off and steps back, "what's your name?" I glare at her in response and then notice the role call is getting close to M. I sigh in annoyance, "My name is Social." She blinks once and then again. She turns to walk away and then sits down, I follow her of course. "What kind of name is Social"
"It was to make my alignment more obvious"
"Oh, so what is it"
"Socializing"
"Weren't you sitting alone before you started bothering me?"
"Yeah because I don't use my alignment to make friends"
"So what it it for?"
"Spreading rumors, gathering information and other spy stuff."
"Spy stuff... Right... So I'm a model.
"You're also stupid if we're stating the obvious."
Just then her name was called and she was asked if she wanted to stay and fight or go back home. She moved away so I couldn't see the choice and I, weirdly enough, want her to stay with me.
