. Seeing John scurrying as a mouse escaping a cat, Jessica gave a "hmph" while releasing domineering aura, at that moment she seemed like a war goddess but of course everything ended for her. Suddenly, wind broke out and destroyed her aura, making her shiver and coming back to reality. *cough, cough* A scared Jessica looked at the direction of the coughs, only to see Mr. Rodgers giving her a scaring smile.
Mr. Rodgers: All right little girl, that's enough. Don't shove your puny aura close to me, its making this noble one sick. If you have anything to say then say it, if you don't then just piss off.
Jessica smiled bitterly with the harsh comments this devilish teacher was giving her. Only Mr. Rodgers could shut this little goddess from her high heels and glory. Jessica started to hesitate, and her body moved a bit back and forth, at that moment she was as fragile as a little kitten. Without even looking at her, Mr. Rodgers gave her a hand movement just like saying "spit it out already."
Jessica: Teacher, don't you think that student John is weird?
Mr. Rodgers: ...
Jessica: What I mean, how he froze when he got in the classroom. Don't you think it's strange?
Mr. Rodgers: ...
Jessica started to pout when she saw her teacher not answering her question, so she grabbed the paper from his hands. Finally, making Mr. Rodgers pay attention but not in a good way, giving her a mean look. Jessica backed up a couple steps.
Jessica: I-I'm serious! Its s-strange how he just froze like that!
Mr. Rodgers: *shrugs his shoulders* Maybe he has stage fright? But why do you care? Don't tell me…. The princess fell head over heels for the kid!?
Mr. Rodgers whole body started to shine and started to laugh out loud, Jessica glared at him intensively and started to shake, his teasing made the goddess be in rage.
Mr. Rodgers: Alright Alright, stop being a baby about it. Don't worry about the punk and worry about finishing your "mission".
Jessica got serious and nodded her head gracefully, it seems that she was back to normal again, she gave his papers back while at the same time telling farewell to the teacher and left the classroom, only leaving Mr. Rodgers. He started laughing at the changing attitude of his student, but that ended abruptly when he started to get serious again, he shook his head slowly while fixing the papers, he started to murmur to himself.
Mr. Rodgers: John Jenson, huh. That punk is a strange one indeed, maybe he is…. *shakes his head* nevermind. Next time, I will pay ClOSE ATTENTION for now on, hehehe.
Walking through the dorm's hallway, John started to sneeze and shiver abruptly, at first, he was confused and looked all around but he saw nothing, just all dorm rooms. He scratched he's head and went on with his own business.
John: (It seems someone is talking about me behind my back?)
John shrugs his shoulder in a bitterly fashion, he knew that he can't control how anyone feels about him, mostly with the stunt that he has done today. Walking through the long hallway, he finally found his dorm room, he looked at the door number, # 239. It was all the way to the back which didn't bother John one bit. He opened the door and at a split second he was in awe that he dropped all he's belonging on the floor.
John: What the hell? Is this a dorm room or an exquisite hotel room?
The room was small, but it had a lot in it, a king size bed with gold like sheets and pillows, a long cozy brown couch, a clean diamond cut desktop with shelfs and a chair that looked just like a gaming chair colored in black and lastly a huge flat screen tv. John ran to the bathroom and the bathroom was so elegant that it almost blinded his eyes, he shut the door so quickly and just stood in his room quietly.
John: ....
After a long few minutes of silence, the young kid picked up his bags, and started to put away everything and after he was done he puts on some comfy clothes and laid on his golden bed.
John: 4 years staying here? *sigh* I wonder what mom is doing. I…I also wonder if my dad is okay or maybe he's dead?
John shook his head, he never knew what his dad looked or if he is even alive, he only knows that when he was 10, his mother told him about his father but never told him his name or anything. But at that day he knew that his mother was depressed and sadden when talking about his unknown father, so since then he never brought him up or even said anything about him to his mother. To John, his mom is the only thing he had, so he never wanted someone that he cares and loves so dearly to be in despair because of it. So, he turns his head, turned off the light and went to sleep, the first day of school was over.
Two weeks and then 5-months past, everything was normal, Mr. Rodgers taught his lesson, and everything was going steady but to John he felt spiritless. He felt that everything was going too easy but of course it is a prestigious school but still everything started to get easy to the point that he stopped studying. Ever since the time that he had a nervous breakdown and "froze" during his introduction to his classmates everything changed. From lectures to even notes to solve problems, he would remember them with just a look. Its like his own head became a storage or a library, all the information he has read or learned glued to him. Heck, today in class there was a test that gave all the students in class nausea but to John, he finished it in just 4 minutes without blinking. At this point, John started to sigh and leaned on his desk while looking in a daze manner at the sky through the window like a sorrowful bird locked in a cage. John narrowed his eye a little while he mumbled
John: I want to leave this world and do something interesting for a change, I wish for a change….
Jessica and Joshua looked at John weirdly, to the both of them, John doesn't seem normal like the rest of the students but just like them? Mr. Rodgers narrowed his eyes while looking at John and started to think. Over the month, he started to notice John more than usual, all the homework and test score that he has done were through the roof, no mistakes or errors. It was like John was a robot or an alien.
Mr. Rodgers: (Is this punk human or what? Hmm never mind, today is the last day for me and the two other punks… John Jenson… I will remember you.)