I'm so so sorry for the long wait but chapter 6 is finally here,
Another update is here my beautiful plushies (~*o*)~
Ohh and Andrew Garfield as Matthew Stuart
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Our weekend was finally over, our regular, classes already starting. The subject contains the typical physics, chemistry, history, arts, pe and those type of classes. It's fun no doubt about that. It had been like 4 years since I stopped schooling and started working for me to sustain myself. You asked me why I need a job? Well its because I left my abusive father. He always gets home drunk and would literally beat me till he was satisfied.
Now, I'm on my third class which is Literature, one of my most favorite class. To be honest I like reading books, it always give me this soothing feeling whenever I'm stressed or even sad.
"Hey, you new here?" The guy beside me asked.
"Uhmm... Ye-yes." I replied to him shyly.
"Matthew." He said with a smile and extended his hand to me.
"Clyde." I said and accepted his hand.
He started talking about what the Institute was for and how it got its funds, which is from the government. Matthew was bubbly, he was also intelligent and humorous.
"What room are you in anyway?" He suddenly asked.
"Room 43?!" I said unsure if it was right for me to give that kind of information.
"Whaat?!"
"What? Why?" I asked confused.
"You're with that 'demon'." He said emphasizing the demon part.
"Ohh you mean Demetri."
"Yah!" He said his voice a bit louder, "I mean him."
"Mr. Stuart is there a problem back there?" Mrs. Morrie said referring to Matthew.
"Uhmm no problem here Ma'am, sorry to disturb you." Matt just said and faced me again.
"Yah, what's the problem with that?" I asked while I was jotting down some notes. I like writing a lot.
"What's the problem?" He scoffed, "Are you seriously asking me whats the problem?"
"Yap! Is there a problem with him?" I questioned him with interest. Is he worried about the things that might happen to me when I'm with that Demetri guy? Or am I just assuming things?
"Damn right I'm worried." He suddenly said as if he knew what I was thinking, or does he? Can he read my mind? Is he a psychic?
"And no I'm not psychic." He said looking at me, "I'm just a mind reader with emphatic ability."
"Wow that's so cool." I said trying to divert our topic.
"If that's so cool why do I have to seat in this crappy room." He said and sighed heavily. I feel sorry for him, but I just didn't understand what he just said.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked unknowingly.
"I'm sorry we shouldn't be talking about this." He said dismissing our conversation and then the bell rang.
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My first day in class was perfectly well and it was really great. For so long I have always wanted to be in school and this is my big chance to do well in it and not mess up. I went inside my room and it was perfectly quiet. Where could that guy be? And why do I even care?
I prepared my clothes and hurriedly went inside the bathroom. The bathroom was cold and damp, I flicked on the light and turned the knob on the shower to luke warm water since it was really cold to the bones. Suddenly I felt a cold touch behind me which made me shiver, it just might be my imagination.
After showering I felt so refreshed and decided to head towards the huge mess hall. As usual it was loud and overbearing. I choose the usual chicken salad and chicken sandwich, and since I couldn't find them I choose the farthest part in the mess hall.
"Hey mind if I join you." It was Matthew who spoke. He placed his tray of food on the vacant part of the table and sat beside me.
"So why're you alone?" He asked and started munching on his food.
"I can't find them anywhere." I said as I picked on the greens wnd started munching on it.
"I guess they're on another governmental mission again." He said with a really bored tone.
"Wh-what mission?" I asked confusion in my voice, " What do you mean governmental mission?"
"I keep forgetting that you're a new student." He said as he started to eat his fries. Do they do like some special mission, killing people and stuff, are they assassins?
"No! No! God no, they're not assassins." He said hurriedly. Is he reading my mind again? Isn't there any privacy around here.
"Sorry I didn't mean to read your mind." He apologized to me and I replied him with a smile.
"It's okay, it's okay." I said dismissively, " Just don't do it again."
Dinner time ended with the both of us talking about school stuff and what he meant about the Governmental Mission.
We started heading towards our respective rooms and I just knew that Matthew was just at a nearby room which was at room 35.
I entered my room with silence, thinking that my roommate was already in. I crept slowly towards my bed and laid silently for a minute before falling deeply asleep.
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I'll try to make it up to all of you I promiseee..
