Monday 2nd April
I was staring outside the window; chewing my pen. The tree gently rustled with the wind. The tree shook and some of the leaves scattered on the path below. A swift wind came inside the classroom and my hair cascaded my face. I removed the annoying strands from my eyes and face. A sigh left my mouth; apparently all of us were waiting for a new professor .
I am Hana Matsuki and I am 20 years old. Today was my fifth day in this university. I am attaining the famous university in America and have taken up the subject of Parapsychology. I was always in love with this subject and to study in the parapsychology school of Davis had been my childhood dream. I had worked hard all my life for this one moment. Leaving behind my parents in Japan, I had travelled all the way up to here after passing my entrance exams. I did not get any special grades but being able to enroll was an achievement in itself.
I was brought out of my reverie by a loud bang on the front desk and by a clearing of throat. I started to stare at the source of the sound. It was a very handsome guy, he was around the same age as me or maybe a bit older. He stood about 6 feet in height and wore a very gloomy and boring shade of black. His hair was raven, eyes were raven, coat was black, shirt was black, skinny jeans was black and shoes were black. I mean what the hell is wrong with this entirely black makeover. I saw around the class and was surprised to see that all of them were standing.
'Don't tell me, i…is he the professor? Oh my gawd I totally made of fool of myself' I shook my head and stood up, bowing my head in an imitation of my homeland, I blurted out a gomenassai. Understanding dawned on me. This was America for Christ's sake. I could not be speaking Japanese over here. Correcting myself I offered a quick sorry before clearing my throat and sitting down, seeing the rest had already fallen back in their seats.
The professor stared at me for a while, and then I saw that there was a tilting of lips upwards. He looked almost amused. I scoffed inwardly.
"I will be your professor for the entire term of this university. I am Oliver Davis, hope to see that all of you would graduate successfully." The male said in a cold condensing tone. His voice sent a chill down my spine.
'Did he just say Oliver Davis? Oh my gawd' my mind was in an overdrive, he was the freaking youngest parapsychologist researcher, the son of the founder of this school. It had been known that the guy, our professor had received a PhD at 17 years and had become a researcher. I mean was that even possible. What intelligence does this guy have? He looked at me and gave me a cold look. From then onward I knew that my life was in hell.
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~celestial
"I would always find you, no matter what."- Eugene
"I would never let you go, no matter what."- Oliver