World Academy

The Psychopath

“Have you heard about him?”

“Who?”

“I heard that he's back”

“Who exactly?”

“A man with blue-light hair and said that his a psycho”

“Never met him, have you?”

“No, they say that he got suspended for a year”

“That's long, what did he do?”

“I heard that he fought America, leading the destruction of the building at the east side”

Rumors...

They were every where, no matter where you are, they will always follow you. Even though your are not acquainted of one another.

The words hearing about the psychopath coming back worries Philia a bit, she walks to her first class of the day, trying to ignore the gossips. Entering the classroom, she sat down at her table and waited for the professor to come in.

Seeing Estonia coming in with a smile, he sat down beside her.

“Morning Philia!” Estonia said with cheerfulness. She blinked for a moment, come to think of it, she hasn't been hanging out with the Estonian for such a long time now.

What was she doing so that she couldn't spend time with him?

Looking into the Estonian's black eyes, she greeted back with a simple morning. Estonia then grab something in his bag and handed it to Philia.

She looks confused, “What's this?” She ask and took the paper that is in Estonia's hand.

“Have you signed in any clubs yet Philia?” Philia shook her head in a no. For what anyways?

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“If you like, the culinary club is available. The club is lacking members, the club might shut down if it doesn't have enough students to participate in” Estonia said as I looks deeply at the paper he gave me.

Well...I love cooking, cooking is part of me. When I was a little girl, I remembered that mama use to teach me how to cook, from my countries fancy dishes to the normal food and pastries that we eat everyday. Of course I was happy that mama taught me how to cook all this.

I thought for a moment before agreeing, “Sure, why not?” I said and Estonia felt relief for some what.

“What a relief, I was having trouble finding students who weren't in a club yet. Thanks Philia, you can go to the culinary club at the third floor at the north building” He said and I nodded.

The school bell then rang, signaling the students to get inside the classroom cause class is starting. Then professor Historical then came, with the usual big, thick book.

“Good morning class” He greeted and we greeted back with a morning or good morning. “Let's start the lesson shall we?” Class then started.

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I whistle, my two feet swaying back and forth on the high railing of the rooftop. The wind then went, making me shiver but felt fresh. It's been awhile since I haven't been in this school....