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*•BY STAVROS VASILIAS•*

"Stavros, please stop messing up my papers

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"Stavros, please stop messing up my papers. This is the fourth time I had to rearrange them," Harrison said as I formed a mini hurricane with his papers. He wasn't even facing me.

"Well, I'm bored," I admitted. "Sitting in a metal room with a single bed and a window with bars isn't really entertaining, Harrison."

I didn't try to leave once. Yes, I don't really like it here, but I don't want my death to be by a filthy human.

"And I'm hungry!" I added. "You know, fighting a war requires energy!"

"You're talking as if you're in the mid-set of war," Harrison said, his back still turned to me. I rolled my eyes as Harrison finally faced me. "You know you're really annoying, right?"

"I just want food and something to do," I said. "Is that too much to ask for?"

I wasn't used to being so bored. I'm either out with Falvia learning more about fire bending and exploring my country, annoying Elliot and Lisa, or spending time with Cordelia because she's extremely nice and she teaches me how to bend water properly.

So, having nothing to do is really foreign to me.

"Well you're going to have to w—" he was cut off by a girl walking in, looking like she's ready to kill someone.

"Dad, I want to leave this place, your workspace is extremely boring," she said.

Who's dad?

"Bella, this is the Govri National Laboratory. What do you expect it to have? A mall?" Harrison asked.

What's a mall?

The girl rolled her eyes, "I'm here for work experience, not to be bored out of my mind," she said.

"Alright, how about this, you and Stavros can entertain each other while I finish a few things, how about that?" Harrison asked.

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