Whoa, I'm hyped up on pasta. I ate way too much of it. Hetalians, time to celebrate, for we have gained a new sister in fangirl of Hetalia. We made cookies in the shape of Italy. The country not the place.

I don't own Hetalia. I wish I did, but I don't

Jade's P.O.V.

"Sup, I'm Meghan and that is Marybeth Jaden Colings."

"Actually, it's just Jade. Don't tell anybody my real name 'cause a fake name is all a girl has." I told him while kicking Meghan off her chair.

"I promise to never tell anybody that goes to this school your real name, but I can't promise anybody else."

"That's not what I meant," I've known him for ten seconds and I already don't like him.

"You didn't have to kick me off my chair," Meghan mumbled.

"Your shirt is stupid." We stared at him. Once again, I Have known him for ten seconds and I already don't like him.

"Do you have something against Captain America*, bitch?" Meghan wasn't exactly the type to let people pick on her friends; that and she loves the Captain America sweatshirt that I was wearing.

"Well, considering the fact that he's Captain America and I'm not American, yes you could that I don't like him."

I couldn't help but burst into a laughing fit. "He's just jealous that there is not a Captain England."

"No, that's not why I don't like him. Your little patriotic superhero is just plain stupid."

Meghan soon joined me in my laughing fit. "Little patriotic superhero. Captain England. Jade, you are too funny".

"Do you want me to sit at your table or not?"

"Yeah, duh you're siting here. Why else did I call you over here?"

"To shove greasy, fattening, trash that you call hamburgers, down my throat." His comeback pathetically weak.

"For starters, neither of us have burgers and, burgers are not greasy, fattening, and definitely not trash." I said burgers to hopefully annoy him, but it didn't work. Instead, he sighs and mumbles something under his breath. "Hey wait, you're that dude that called me at five in morning. Who was that Alfred dude you were talking about?"

"He was a ... Friend that died a few years ago. The way you answered the phone was just like the way he would answered if called him at five in the morning."

"why would you call him at five in the morning?"asked the ever curious Meghan.

"Time difference. He was American so there was always a time difference." As he says this the bell rings, signaling that lunch was over.

Five, four, three, two, one. bell rings signals that the school day is over. All my other classmates rush out the door as I slowly pack my books into my bag. As much as I hate school, it is still better than being at my empty apartment, still better than living alone, still better than spending time with that perv of a landlord,and way better that being alone with my childhood memories. My teacher has thankfully never asked why I take much more time packing my bag than everybody else. Today, I might not be that lucky. My teacher, Mrs. Hewrt, comes over to my desk. Mrs. Hewrt is like the grandmother I never had. She funny, sweetest woman you could find, kind, a great teacher, and if you ever need advice, she can help you with your problems.

"Jade, I have a question for you. Do you want to answer it?" Like I said, she is the sweetest woman ever.

"Depends on what the question is," I mumble under my breath.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you."

"I said, it depends on the question."

"My question is are you having problems at home or do you parents fight a lot? You know that if you ever have a problem, you can talk to me."

If only it was that simple. Even if they were fighting, that would mean that I have parents. But, If I tell her that could mean that I would get sent back to that place. I have no choice but to lie. "Yeah, my parents fight a little bit. It's never anything bad, their not going to break up or anything. It still can hurt me to hear them though. I have go because I have a ton of chores to do." Please buy the lie. Please buy the lie. Please buy the lie.

She thinks for a minute and finally says, "You can go, but If you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask"

"Thanks, I'll remember." I stand up and walk towards the door. "You know, you're like the grandma I never had." And walk out the door before she has the chance to say anything.

"It's Friday, Friday gotta get down on Friday." I love music and sing any chance I can, but only when I'm alone, because I am really bad at singing. Meghan is always begging me to sing, but I rarely do. Anyway, I was walking home when I get the strangest feeling of being watched. I look around and the only person I can see is a man way behind me. "Okay Jade, just calm down. You're not being watched, it's just a feeling. It's just a feeling, calm down." I really have stop watching CreepyPasta. It have made me very paranoid. I guess that's where my fear of ghosts comes from. I glance behind me again; the man is closer. Quickly, I break into a jog, if he is following me, he will have run to catch me.

I soon reach my apartment and lock the door behind me. Sweet safety. My falls on my dream notebook. Where is my laptop at? It is sitting on my bed, not were I left it. I grab my laptop and type 'December 7' to see what comes up. Wikipedia is the first to come up. Go figure. Never once have I trusted that web sight. But, today i click on it. Any information is helpful right now. As I read the first line, my eyes widen. December 7 was the day the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, bringing the USA into World War Two. So, the dream was the attack on Pearl Harbor.

So, if Arthur was the dude on the phone, and the guy on the phone was the man from my dream? Arthur did look like a younger version of him. Same green eyes, same messy blond hair, and the exact same huge eyebrows. Pulling up a second tab, I type in Facebook. If you ever need to stalk somebody, that is the place. So, I loge on and type in his name. Not a single person pops up under the name Arthur Kirkland. Same with Twitter and Pintrest. Not even one of those sites that has possibly every person's information (I have idea if those sites work), not one person with the name Arthur Kirkland. Who is this dude?

My eyes dart to the clock. Crap. It's today that I have to spend with that perv of a landlord. I'm grateful for him, but I still don't like him. I have to parade around his place in a very skimpy outfit once a month in return for an apartment.