"Calm, demeanour, and good-looking... isn't that all they always wanted to see?"
Calm and serene, a room so pure and filled with light - a therapy room.
Two comfortable couches faced one another; a female sat on one side, and the other was occupied by a teenage male. He lounged lazily on the couch, spilling nonsense, while the therapist listened calmly.
The room was brightly lit by the morning sunlight pouring in from the stained glass behind the teenager.
The therapist was now fed up with his nonsense over the years, but she hid her anger behind a calm posture, trying to digest the spiral of curses ready to be unleashed towards the crazed young man.
"Mr Sky," she interrupted him. "What do you think about taking a holiday to Bulgaria, Budapest, Venice, and so many other locations? Well, for a good sabbatical..."
Sky began cracking, instantly getting to his feet on the couch and staring out of the window at a building opposite. He was quite short, at 5'5".
"Darn, that would be nice... but maybe if you could lend me some change, I might just be on my way there, right?"
He wore a white sweatshirt over another pair of white sweatpants, a ridiculing grin plastered on his face.
The therapist scowled, tightening her fists and cursing inwardly at Sky.
Well, she couldn't be blamed; being stuck with a psycho for more than two years was hard all the way through.
Due to the latest government policy, all youngsters from the age of thirteen to nineteen are automatically admitted to a therapist for a widely known cause: humans of that age are prone to mental issues and therefore unfit to defend the world against Exiles - if the military were to fail.
***
Not long ago—ah, wrong—twenty years ago, the Earth was attacked by entities hardly describable. The military from all over the seven continents, for once in a lifetime, joined forces together to hold off these beings, seen as demons and therefore named Exiles.
These beings possess special powers, akin to gods, and thanks to the extraordinary weaponry owned by the world, humans are managing to still be standing. However, this cannot be guaranteed for long.
At the moment, wars are still being fought against these beings all over the world, and only a few locations are free from danger. No discovery worthy of going all out against these beings has yet been made, and the world is highly anticipating one...
***
"What if, just what if, a missile from the military suddenly hits us...? What would you do? Oh, we will be dead..."
His lips curled upward in a sly manner.
The therapist was a bit shaken by what Sky had just said; her hands trembled, and her face turned pale. Undeniably, that wasn't just a "bit."
"W-what kind of imagination is that?" she asked calmly, though it was more rhetorical than anything.
"The same kind of imagination of you telling me to travel around the world like there's some existing world peace? Flying missiles isn't a love language. Whereas, all things "aircrafts" have been denied of flight, so how the heck and why the heck will I and should I go!?" Sky retaliated with a hint of disgust in his voice.
'...This rude brat!' The therapist thought, staring intently at Sky's back.
Hahaha!
Sky laughed with a rich tone as he reached into his pocket to bring out his phone.
"Oh! It's 8:30 AM, time to head to school. Pasta la vista ma'am."
He instantly jumped off the chair and ran to the door, before the therapist could say her last word, he was already outside.
Slam!
Instantly, a notification beeped from his phone:
...
Today's Test Results -
Start Time: 5 AM.
ADHD level: 80% (No certain improvement)
Sociopath: Severe.
[Patient needs serious treatment and more sessions. Suggestion will include withdrawal from school.]
...
Sky smiled, throwing his phone onto the floor and smashing it.
'Good improvement!"
Well, that was quite mad, though this was because he was being stalked by some weirdo, likely a female.
Despite being short, Sky possesses godly features: a straight jawline, pink and plump lips, an athletic body, blue eyes, and he always attaches a ring to his lips.
One could easily have confused him for an idol.
Just like that one time when he was suddenly surrounded by photographers, taking pictures of him.
Since this was against his will, he made them pay for invading his privacy.
He earned quite a lot from each of them.
"Now let's make some bad decisions today!"
Sky rushed down the bright hallway, straight to the lift. Reaching for the ground floor, he ran out into the streets, smiling and jumping from one side to another, as if dancing to music unheard.
Passers-by stared at him, exchanging silent conversations about him.
Suddenly, the therapist poked her head out of the building he had just come from, the fifth floor.
"Oi! Sky, you forgot your bag!"
Sky glanced back and saw her waving his bag in the air.
"Well, throw it!" he yelled.
"What!? Aren't there things that might break in it?!"
"And who gives a fuck about them? Let it go!"
She shook her head and instead went back inside.
Sky sighed deeply, annoyed. He began tapping his legs on the ground, unstable.
Two minutes later...
He was battling madly with the wind, throwing kicks and jabs with a grin.
Then the therapist arrived, seeing him in the scene.
"Here's your bag…" she said casually as she moved closer to give him his bag. He yanked it from her hand and ran down the street, hurried.
***
Sky arrived at the school to find the gate closed.
He stepped back a bit, then ran forward, pushing himself upwards, grabbing the edge of the fence and throwing himself over it.
He landed on the ground with a silent thud, dusted off his hands, and looked at the security guard in a blue uniform—he was fast asleep on a white chair inside the security house.
"Sleeping at this time? He must be very tired…" Sky mused, then ran down the school lane, flanked by short weeds on both sides.
Ahead, two large buildings, painted white and modular in shape, stood beside each other—one for the seniors and the other for the juniors. He headed for the senior building.
As he entered the building, he noticed the sparse decorations in the lobby. He made his way toward the stairs on the left side.
After a few steps up, he reached the second floor and cautiously walked down the hallway, where multiple windows lined each side, allowing sunlight to stream in.
When he reached the second room in the hallway, he peeked through the window, careful to keep his head out of sight.
Inside, he saw a grumpy middle-aged man teaching mathematics, Sky's least favorite subject, especially the geometric concepts he despised.
With a scoff, he slung his bag neatly onto his back, trying to appear responsible. Most of the students in the classroom wore red and white uniforms—trousers for the boys and short skirts for the girls—while he was dressed in casual clothes.
Fortunately, the classroom door was open, leading to the back of the class, so he crouched low and crawled in. This was where his seat was located.
"Sky... you late bastard..." whispered a blonde boy, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of Sky crawling in. Sky ignored him and climbed into his seat, placing his bag behind the table and settling in.
"Well, if you turn back, he'll definitely see you..." the cute blonde added.
At that moment, Mr. Mike, the grumpy math teacher, turned around to explain a concept and immediately spotted Sky pretending to take notes.
"You freaking troll! Out of my goddamn class and to the staff room now!"