Heyas- I am going to make an announcement! I have decided to break the story up into many different parts, which means there are sequels! This first story will be focused on the Nordic Five. The next one will be the Asian students~ Though, all of them will have an equal chance to shine in each story! Yay~ On with the story...

The next day was a Sunday. As she wanders down the staircase from dorm, she heard a commotion. She peeks to see what it was about, and reels in shock.

There was a crowd, and Jesper was standing in the middle of it. The other students were all throwing insults, with the giant standing strong in the middle, trying his best to hide the hurt in his eyes. He glanced over to see her, and she saw that in his eyes flashed a plea of help.

However, before she could even react, there was a blood curdling not-so-feminine-yet-still-feminine scream from one of the rooms, and suddenly a desk flew from out of nowhere and smashed into the walls of the corridor.

Ah, well, since everyone had not expected a table out of nowhere, they fell silent. And during the time taken for them to register the scream into their brains, a bright purple head came into view, hand clutching a veeeeeeeery big hammer. The poor teacher's eyes almost popped out of her head(yes, head). Matthias, as skinny as she was, in her blue striped pajamas, was holding a hammer twice her size and burning with rage. Well, not that rage was something special to her, since she was like, totally angry all the time. But what was surprising was the girl's eyes.

As the other pupils stood up and opened their mouths to launch some crude remark, she beat them to it. She gripped the handle of the hammer tighter.

"Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Here. NOW!"

With 'NOW' as her battle cry, she lifted the hammer with amazing ease, and as if on cue the busybodies ran away, and left them in the dust.

She throws the hammer back into the room (wow), making a huge CRASH resound throughout the dorm, her eyes narrowed to slits as she cursed. She turned and saw her teacher gaping at her, and almost spat at her. But then she remembered that the teacher had never been a drop-out, and decided to let it go. And then again, with relative ease, she removed the desk stuck onto the cracked wall. The table however had its legs broken.

"AWWWW, FAN(swedish curse word)! I've ruined it again! Hey J, sorry but, could you fix it again?"

The Swede wordlessly nodded and carried the desk between the two of them into his room. Which happened to be right NEXT to Miss Han's.

"Oi! How would you two like to the forest with me? Given that you've finished your work."

Matthias actually dropped the table, causing Jesper to reel and stumble backwards and crack the table in two. He let out an incoherent mumble.

YOU. MEAN. IT?

As soon as she saw Matthias's eyes she saw the three words being thrown at her repeatedly.

So, she turned around and waved for the two to follow her. Almost immediately, Jesper clambered up and finished putting the broken desk into his room. She smiled as she heard the footsteps of two eager children pattering behind her.

It was ironic indeed, the Forest being the place a close one is buried, yet they were so happy to visit.

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In the Forest, it was deathly quiet. No crows, no squirrels, no butterflies, no nothing.

The Shrubs shuddered as the Autumn Wind pushed past them to escape from the grasps of still silent air, then reached up to ruffle leaves of the tall Trees in swift and quick movements, so that the shook violently for only the shortest time. Soon they stopped, as the Autumn Wind has left, leaving a few of the lighter leaves swirling into the Heavens above. The rest of them descended lightly in circular motions onto the ground below.

A leaf fell softly into a boy's outstretched hand. He was leaning onto a crutch. He let the leaf descend onto his cupped palm, and pressed it to his ears. He stayed like that, until the Autumn Wind came again to play with him. He closed his eyes, and listened. When he decided that it was time, he let the yellow leaf slip from his palm and flow along with the Autumn Wind as he breezed away.

The child opened his eyes, and looked to the sky. His eyes grew slightly narrower as the soft sunlight grazed his eyes.

The peace shall last no longer. Soon something will come...

And despair shall reign.