Definitely_not_a_human

This is a rewrite but with different concept. Still MGs and self insert tho.

I jolted awake.

My classmate sitting next to me continuously nudged my foot, saying something about Mrs. Hong, our math teacher.

"D⬚⬚, if you would, please stand up and tell us the answer to the problem."

At that point my brain finally finished rebooting, I stood up, as per protocol (which was ingrained onto me and every other children since age 6, hail the Great Leader, I guess), my mind still filled with memories of the recent dream, which was weirdly vivid, to say the least. I stared at the black board, which, funnily unfunny, was a deep dark green, on it the lines of white chalk describing many mathematical formulae, and examples, lots of examples, mostly just example with a single box in the corner reserved for the prized formula. The problem was I didn't know what problem we were on, so I stood staring for ten seconds, trying to read every single lines.

"It's in the book, page 103, 5." My classmate whispered. God blesses her. Actually I'm not Christain so Mystics bless her, I guess?

Haiz, dream's leaking into real life again.

'Well..."

I solved the problem with few but still not none hiccups, Mrs. Hong reprimanded me for sleeping in class, again. It's not my fault that the content of what you were teaching was what I knew already, a rare luxury once one reaches a certain height in their education, to me at least. The rest of school hours were filled with me writhing around in discomfort as my expected body kept moving through solid matter, or outright contorted into impossible shapes, courtesy of my wild mind and the mordern horror novels I read.

Fucking imagination.

School finally ended, much to my elation. I quickly put my stuffs away, threw on my bag and almost jumped out of the window on the third floor to float away like my spiritual body suggested. Well, at least the modern horror has some uses. One screaming and screeching later - internally of course - my mind had once again synchronized with my body, and I continued my walk toward the parking lot.

As I was clumsily-half-professionally removing the lock on my bike, a huge branch cracked and fell right on top of someone's car on the other side of the lot. My heart rate spiked momentarily, then dropped just as quick and all I could squeeze out of my scrambled mind was something between "okay" and "unteresting", followed by a dozen or so variations of the word with different prefixes. I mounted my bike and began pedalling away, looking out for any wandering pigeons. The feather balls are pretty cute once you've spent a month of constant bird watching during recess because your homeroom teacher couldn't disagree to the rule your math teacher declared about using phones, nothing beats a fluffy jumping spider though.

The journey home was very straightfoward, my body was on auto pilot, while my mind went somewhere didn't belong to this world. Five minutes after leaving schoolground, I was putting my bike against the other bikes on the wall dedicated to them. Lunch was uneventful, as always, the food I bought from the old lady's stand/shop hybrid was good enough, nothing special, but at a fair price.

In the afternoon we would have outdoor PE (aka the only kind of PE we had, have and will ever have), so I changed into the uniform and once again took my bike to go. As I was about to cross the third intersection, a motorcycler zoomed through, skipping the red light and very slightly grazed my front wheel. I think I saw the small hair thing on the tire folded a bit. Luckily, there was no collision. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I resumed pedalling when a crash resounded to my right. It seemed like the person riding the thing couldn't control it anymore.

'Eh. Not my problem.'

The rest of the trip was uneventful.

We got to play badminton for the class, otherwise nothing really happened, though when it started raining we had to evacuate to the hallways. Me? I was on my phone the whole time. What? You expect me, the one with so little motivation a sloth would look like a race horse at its' prime, to play some sports? Well, you're not wrong, but just because I had a stroke of motivation doesn't mean I'll play it every time you invite me.

So I surfed through SH, binge reading the stories I had been putting off for a while, all the while D*ys B*gone was running on the background with me humming a certain book theif's theme song. The rain subsided, and the enthusiastic ones rushed right outside to play some more badminton, but a sudden boom and a lightning bolt right on the top of the tallest tree in the schoolyard deterred them. It was the first time I saw a lightning bolt so close, so alertness quickly turned into excitement.

The rest of the day quickly came by, and it was time to go home. I went shopping for some groceries, went home, and quickly started preparing dinner. The gas burner proved to be quite stubborn on being not lit that day, and I had to re ignited it several times. Then I realized how bad of a day it was when I cut myself with the knife. Not like I actually care. Like, cool, bad day, or something.

My parents arrived home and so dinner began.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just three people watching television while eating, sometimes commented on the news being broadcasted. Though the content of my dream that morning resurfaced in my mind, and I found the news exceptionally familiar.

'Probably just a coincidence, or déjà vu acting.'

"...The footage was found to be extremely realistic, this proves how dangerous the deep fake technology is in fooling people..."

The evening, I spent some more time on SH, reading a bit, writing a bit. I really should've been studying, but... Blegh! Not enough motivation.

My sleep was dreamless that night.

When I woke up the following morning, my neck hurted, but not enough to keep me in bed and pretending to be unaffected by the penalties of arriving late for class. It started at 7:15. SEVEN FIFTEEN! That's, like, too soon, or something!

But rules are rules and we live in a society and blah blah blah.

Stupid evolution.

I went downstair, took my bike out, which took a few minutes seeing how an asshole had managed to block the entire section with their motor, and got going, not forgetting to greet Mr. Guard. Breakfast was, in fact, fast, the vendor being so quick and agile with her hand that my eyes almost started acting like a M*ngekyou Sh*ring*n minus the powers and eyes transformation.

Class was less boring than usual, since we had IT, which essentially meant free time to do whatever you can on a computer. At least if you won the school competition without learning anything and created your own Dao of Codivating that is so practical in naming that you lost the city competition to some guy who named his input "a".

Well, messing around and creating simple games with Python was fun, so go ahead and thow your bones cuz' there's bones in mah bones¹Bones but every nouns is Bones. That was random, and the basis on which my mind worked.