EVERYTHING WAS FINE inside the attic before it collapsed. Brought about by the weight of the animals, the cages, the sack of foods, and of course, the age of the place, the time the tremor occurred to the land, just like a rubber band, it reached its elasticity limit.

Concurrent with the event, the Xyrale High School lost its supply of electricity. Everything shut down, including but not limited to air-cons and lights.

When the temperature had sloped down, the true scent became recognizable, the effect of tranquilizer diminished, the animals started to feel hysteric-- for their cages and locks were electronically functioned-- when the blackout occurred, they were freed.

Only the realization that they already were-- with exceptions to the three dogs-- when the time they hit their immediate landing, steel cages swung open, glass cages were turned to smithereens.

The locks that were placed on the necks of the golden retriever and mutts, had been dispelled. Even so, they fell together with the group of animals. And were held safe.

Down to the ground floor, the feeling of turmoil and with the absence of behavior confiner made the list of animals from their submissive semblance turned agitated.

The dogs barked like wolves. The cat meowed with wary. The chameleons acted strangely. Birds chirped like no end. The snake remained stiff in that position. Rats didn't know what to do right after they escaped the cage. And him, RJ the Hamster, found himself after the fall, glaring at the only girl in the stockroom.

It's been a while since he saw a blond lady. A pure blond lady. Not a lady who was fond of putting a colored dye to her hair. A lady of simplicity and ingenuity. Just like her: the one who placed them all above the attic.

But even though the impression of the Hamster was quite positive to her and her, just like every rat in the world, he hated them.

Judging by how this girl transfixed at the sight of a reptilian predator, his evaluation would lead him to an aggressive offense.

They were full of secrecy, mysteries, and had those misleading countenances. They were no straightforward and spoke idiomatic poems frequently. They walk, talk and act different.

That's why he hated them.

And because he hated them, as a greeting, he would bite her.

Without the notice of Thalia Valdez, an upcoming threat other than the snake was approaching.

While she was there locating herself from the disposition that had once been conquered by a tranquilizer, there he was: crawling swooningly approaching her. When the snake's tongue sprouted nonasecond in the midair, Thalia Valdez screamed.

It was loud, high pitched and all of a sudden: it made anyone who was capable of administering auditory impression turned to its source. And the group of animals inside the attic were no exception. Perhaps to the Tarantula, the one who bit her.

Just like in a concert where the star was at its vivace moment, everyone felt enthralled as the final second of the earthquake had been matched by an out-of-nowhere scream came from a person they knew.

The Guidance Councillor.

Now what?

From the stockroom, where every eye was laid at there, one by one, random kinds of animals had been spat.