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Chapter 3 by CMW CMW

Why had they been so vile?

Let's find out.

First stop, the boy, Jake apparently. And he was a football player. Like come on dude, dumb football player dates the head cheerleader. I almost wanted to upscale my curse based on this, but I suppose I should see his intentions first. And… I was stunned. Like, he didn’t seem to get how mean he was. Just goes with his girlfriends flow. The sheer level of ignorance almost made me want to give him immunity.

Well, that can be decided later. After all, my client had requested to teach a lesson specifically to the cheerleaders. Remember, always good to be specific when you are talking to a god like being exiled on your planet.

It just occurred to me I didn’t have my clients name. I wanted to be more authentic with her but I suppose her name wasn’t much. And Emily, neat.

Next the cheerleader, April, seems so plain. After her deeds I was expecting a name more grand and verbose. Oh well. So peeking into her mind, I found something interesting. Apparently, the cheerleaders have had a long tradition of hazing. This is why the average story wasn’t especially awful, at least devoid of context. Stealing the toilet paper from the girls bathroom before she walks in is mean but if that was it, then I wouldn’t be involved. But after the trauma of the other deeds, simply bad luck could really hit hard.

So why? Why Emily, why such harsh and unrelenting ****. And yet, to my shock. Nothing. No slight, no **** of her own. Not jealous or anything like that. She had simply gained the power of a queen and wanted to see how long it would take to completely break a girl. For seemingly the sake of it doing it. My god, like, and I thought I was mean sometimes.

Well April, me and Karma are going to be paying you a visit, I hope you don’t break too quickly.

The next morning I arrived at the school. The principal seemed surprised at my knock, maybe I shouldn’t have avoided the receptionist? Oh well.

“Who is there?” she said through what sounded like chewing a doughnut.

“Edgar?” I said pausing to think of if that’s even a name. Oh what did it matter. I opened the door. “I am here because you didn’t give me the number of the building I could use for the cheerleader’s extra credit after school assignment.”

She paused for a minute as reality warped around her. “Oh mine, how unprofessional of me!” she looked around for notes.

I gasped. “Is that Seven-Eleven coffee?” More like rotten coffee beans soaked in used toilet water. I almost lost my breakfast, which I realized I hadn’t actually eaten yet. Look, I am very impressive, don’t question it. “Seriously, Gregory’s Cafe is like only 5 minutes out of the way, he isn’t the best or anything but at least it is actual coffee and not that poor excuse for,” I paused and stopped. I supposed she got the point. Didn’t want to ruin my impression day one, and I would rather not curse people that I didn’t need too. I was trying to be on somewhat of a curse diet this year.

“This coffee does stink, I may just try-”

“Thank god!” I accidentally interrupted. Another innocent saved from well that nightmare. And I did it without manipulation.

“Uh, I can’t seem to find my notes. You mind if I get back to you a bit later on?” she asked.

I mean, I could have just made notes for her, but again, curse diet. So I agreed and told her I would be walking around the field. May as well get some exercise and fresh air til then.

I decide to text Emily.

-Hey, don’t forget your after school meeting with the cheerleaders. I will text you the details later.

I wonder if she would try texting back. I wonder who would get the message since I didn’t have a phone. People of my planet would probably look into these things before being so reckless. Well I was exiled for rehabilitation, so… can we call it progress I actually paused to realize that?

Do I do anything before school ends?

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