The Closet Full of Nightmares.

~*Chapter 10: Hey...You have a name, right?*~

 "—had said that they were more superior than the other countries. They wanted to out rank all others because of where they were—...Are you following along, Savannah?" I bit the end of my pencil, and turned away from the tutor with a light scoff.

"Of course not. Like I've said countless times before; I don't want to be in the god-awful place." I complained, stretching my arms in the air and bit back a yawn. "With that being said; I hate you, I hate your mom, I hate this stupid place, and I hate that you are teaching me what I've already learned last year." Used to this phase already, he gives me a look that one would make while being seriously annoyed.

It's been about two weeks now since 'Mr. Lewis' was assigned to be my new tutor, and by now I honestly don't care if I saw him in that bizarre dream the other night. He is now the enemy! And the enemy must face freezing in the eternal hell-hole in which they crawled out of!

My plan for Mr. Lewis to become one of these people? Simple! Number one is to ignore all that he has to teach me. As soon as we begin the day I make up excuses, gradually making it so that we don't do anything that day.

And number two..! ..Well, I haven't figured out that yet...—Oi, give me time! It only his second week!

After a moment or so 'Mr. Lewis' comes to his senses and replies back, "But you said, and I quote; 'Give me a tutor, I don't care anymore! In fact, I couldn't care less!'." He mimics this in a high pitched voice. I gave him a flat look but he resumes talking, "Do you really have the right to complain after saying that?"

I puff out my cheeks and turn away from him. "It's called splurge of the moment, Loogi." He inhaled sharply upon hearing the new nickname I have given.

"Really though," I continued, ignoring the slight eye twitching that also came from him. "Are you sure you're supposed to be my tutor? I really just see you as a servant to do my bidding more than anything else."

"...So you do have issues." He grunted under his breath. Unluckily for him, I heard.

"You're just figuring this out?" I asked in my usual bored-filled tone, my fingers twirling the pencil as I spoke.

Mr. Lewis' eyes widen when he realized I heard him, he was about to answer back with something—but I silenced him with a blank expression. "Also, fun fact, I have anger management problems. With that being said; shut the **** up."

"Well noted." He replied quietly, glancing away from me to stare down at the paper in front of him. The room was then filled with a strangely calming silence as the boy in front of me wrote something down.

"Hey Loogi..." I spoke up a moment or so later, the boy peers up at me with a look that read annoyance before writing again. "What's your real name?"

He glanced just like before staring at me as if he was trying to figure something out, then slowly continued to write on the paper. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well~! It would be nice to know your name since you already know mine, you ******* stalker." I sneered the last part to get his attention—which did the trick because Mr. Lewis looked up at me with a horrified expression.