The empty hallway, it's white walls and notice boards that were hung with multicolored fliers tacked to the boards. Some talking about clubs, info on classes, etc strung the multiple boards along the hallways. The only sound that could be heard throughout all it's emptiness was the footsteps of one lone student. This student stood at 6'1" wearing a white t-shirt, a long sleeved black shirt, and a white coat with the school's logo on it. He wore no tie because he felt fancy was nothing to him. His coat was open, the buttons on his black shirt was a few buttons unbuttoned. He wore a cross necklace and had many bracelets on his left arm. A pair of white pants that were secured with a black belt, and black converse made him look semi-formal in a way. Though he could care less about the way he looked. He wore a white hat with a star on the front, his hair was ebony black and his eyes were a golden color. He actually appeared a little intimidating in a way. Like those students in movies or tv shows.<br/><br/>He had come back from his dorm, which was on the West, B-2. He had already moved into his dorm, dropped off his stuff after setting everything up. His schedule was in his hand, glancing at it as he walked, trying to find the classroom. His backpack was slung over one shoulder. He was to be expected in Class 14, the Cooking class, also known as his homeroom class. He didn't look like someone who would be interested, but when you're 23 and have been taking care of your mother for the past who knows how long, you're going to need to learn to start somewhere. And he already had some experience over the years, this was just so he could improve his skills.<br/><br/>After some time, he came to a stop in front of the classroom. The class plate on the top read: "Class 14 - Cooking - Miss Stuart" So, he took a deep breath, then sighed, his snake-like tongue flickering from between his lips for a moment. He then slipped his tongue back into his mouth, and gripped the handle of the door, turning it and opening the door and walking inside. Upon entering the classroom, it was mainly a bunch of girls, though there were a couple of guys here, but mainly girls. The teacher, whose name was Miss Stuart, which was on the name plate outside near the classroom, walked up to him. She appeared to have been taking role. "Ah, you must be..." she said, checking her roster. "Ah, Ethan Phillip." she smiled. "Glad you could make it. Most students who join my class first time think they can skip it by getting settled in their dorms. I see you didn't bother to skip?" Ethan slowly nodded his head, "I worked hard to get money for this education, might as well make use of it, right?" he said. "Well, yes indeed. You can go take your seat over there at that empty table." She pointed her pen over at one of the partner tables.<br/><br/>Ethan nodded his head and made his way down the aisles, and took his seat on the stool at the partner table where he sat next to a rather shy looking girl with blonde hair. It was a Cooking classroom after all. At the table, there was a lot of counter space and a sink. Ethan set his backpack down on the floor by his seat, and leaned on the table a bit. He was scanning the classroom a bit, eyeing each of the students strangely as if he were analyzing them or something.