Zander Black is an average and insecure high school boy. Life is normal, and he is normal. That is until he wakes up in a grand mansion with 500 other similarly aged children. Knowing no one, he must survive in this unknown place which is considered a ‘school’. But what type of school is it?

“First assignment: ‘Vigilante Justice’.”

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This story may not have a clear genre, I hope it won’t only be dark, but also a bit humorous.

Follow the Diary of Arabella as she deals with loss, bullying, discrimination, and self-hate.

WARNING
Strong Language
Hardcore Bullying!!!
Death
Self-hate
Blind character
Fat shaming



A/N: I wrote this in 6th Grade at the age of 12!!!!!
So, yeah, it's gonna be pretty bad.

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

Hey guys, it's Kodiak. I want to apologize for my wonky update schedule. 

I am a Sophomore in high school. I'm taking all honors and AP classes except for 2 of my electives. I live in America, but my school does classes based of an England curriculum.

Spanish 1
AICE General Papers = An AP writing class basically
Pre-AICE Math 3 = Honors Geometry 
Pre-AICE Chemistry = Honors Chemistry
AP United States History (APUSH) 
Dance (my favorite class)
AP Psychology 

HERE IS THE KICKER THOUGH: I am supposed to be a freshman because I was bumped up a grade. So I just turn 15 and I am a sophomore taking sophomore and junior classes. It's fun. I have all As and Bs and a 67% D in Chem. 

With the studying and homework from these classes, as well as starting to move in the middle of the school year, my time is pretty... limited... to say the least.

My family is moving from Florida to Maryland. Financially, we can't afford to keep living in Florida, so we're moving. 

I'm stressed to say the least. We are packing the house all day tomorrow. My dad is leaving for Maryland on Sunday to start work and find a place to live. 

On top of my Anxiety, Depression, and mooorree, my mental health and creativity is going down hill from the stress.

ALL IN ALL: I'm sorry again for the lack of uploads, I'm trying to write, yknow. 

I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far though. Please leave suggestions in the comments for ways to take this story.

Thanks for listening to my long winded explanation and apology. 

I love you all! 💜
-Kodiak

It was 10:00 AM when they finally got up. Mira  still looked a bit drowsy. 
"Come on, let's go for breakfast." Mira said. Isabella followed her down to the Great Hall. Adam was already there along with everyone else. 
Except for Michelle. 
"Where's Michelle?" Isabella asked. 
"It's Saturday.... you can't expect her to be up before noon. And don't wake her up. You don't want to suffer the same wrath as the others who dared disturb her sleep...." Mira shivered at the thought of it. She, along with everyone, felt shivers down her spine. 
"That bad, huh?" Isabella said... at first she thought they were joking but seeing the looks on their faces just made her question what was it that was so bad. 
"Let's not discuss it..." everyone nodded in agreement. Isabella came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be for the best if she never found out what they were all so afraid of.

"So anyways.... Isabella, are you still interested in Quidditch?" Adam asked. "Our seeker left last year. Wanna tryout?" 
"Yes! I played for Ombrelune- my Quidditch team at Beauxbatons." 
"Beauxbatons has houses too?" Jane suddenly jumped in. 
"Yeah. Three. Ombrelune, Bellefeuille, and Papillonlisse. We have house points too. We earn most of them from playing quidditch competitively." 
"Wow... I thought Beauxbatons would have a completely different curriculum but it seems to be mostly the same."
"Well we do learn a lot about music, creative arts and writing. We also focus on learning how to assess a situation instead of immediately casting a spell or hex. So it is sort of different from here." 
"Do you have a sorting hat too?" Jane questioned. She was very curious about Beauxbatons. She had dreamed of going there. 
"No. We have to shoot an arrow, and what ever color sparks the arrow bursts into is your house. Purple for Papillionlisse, Blue for OmbreLune and green for Bellefeuille. The arrow bases your house off of personality and character."
"That's so cool..." jane was about to keep asking questions but Adam stopped her. 
"Alright, more questions later! Isabella, you should come meet the team." Adam got up from the table. 
Isabella followed him after saying something to Jane because she looked disappointed. "I promise I'll answer all your questions later."
That made Jane feel better. 
The rest of the table continued to talk after they left. 
"How good are you?" Adam asked. 
"Pretty good, I've caught the snitch most of the times and my team is usually the winner." She replied. "Professor Bletchley has my record from playing quidditch at Beauxbatons... if you wanna check." 
"Yeah, I was going to head there anyways. "

After a while of walking they came to the Charms classroom. At the end of the classroom, professor Bletchley sat at her desk reading the Daily Prophet. Her eyebrows were stitched together, her lips pressed tight together. Whatever she was reading, must have not been too pleasant. 
"Ah, Smith. Isabella, I hope all is well?" She said. 
"Yes, ma'am." Isabella said. 
"Good.... now Smith. We need to talk about the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Any ideas for recruits?" 
"Actually, that's exactly what I came here to talk about. Isabella said she played Quidditch at her former school, I was wondering if she could play seeker?" He said. 
"Oh! That's a great idea! I saw her record, she was the best seeker in Beauxbatons!" Professor Bletchley exclaimed. Isabella's head was down, a slight blush. "Take her to meet the team and practices. I'm sure she won't disappoint." The Professor glanced at Isabella and smiled. "I'll see you on the field."

The left the classroom, and she followed Adam to well, where ever he was taking her. At first she didn't know but then she saw they turned at a big hallway. At the end was a door with an eagle on it. 
It was the Ravenclaw common room. 
"A prisoner is told "If you tell a lie we will hang you; if you tell the truth we will shoot you." What can he say to save himself?" The eagle said, turning to look at Adam and Isabella. 
Adam thought for a while, he started pacing. 
'Tell a lie... hang you... truth...shoot you...hm' Isabella thought. 
"Oh! He must say, 'You will hang me'". She said. Adam looked at her, his eyes wide.
"Good job." He told her. "Now come on!"
They entered the common room. Most Ravenclaws were at desks, studying, reading or writing. Only a few were chatting over by the fireplace. 
Adam led her to a table where five people were gathered and they were discussing something. 
The one who had been in some of her classes with Ravenclaw, had blond hair and green eyes, he was quite tall and well built too. 
"Adam!" He announced to the group. 
"Sup man." The high fived, fist bumped, something else and a quick hug which was more of a chest bump. It was their special handshake, Isabella assumed. 
"Where's Mira?" He inquired, when he saw Isabella. 
"Hangin with the others." Adam replied. "Alright so, Cal" Right! She had forgotten his name was Cal. "I think I've found our seeker." He told Cal, pointing at Isabella who stood behind him. 
The rest of the people turned to look at Adam. They must have all been older because  Isabella didn't recognize them as third years. A girl, with unruly bright red curly hair and shining big blue eyes stood up. She also wore glasses with a thick black rim. They only made her eyes look bigger. 
"We'll have to see. How about tomorrow, Quidditch field, 7 o'clock sharp in the morning. I already booked the field for practice."
"Sounds good." Adam said. Isabella stepped forward. "Her name's Isabella, she the-" she didn't let him finish. 
"Transfer from Beauxbatons. Isabella Dumont. Nice to meet y'all." She didn't want to seem shy or timid so she decided it was best to speak up and not let Adam do the introductions for her. 
"Name's Darcy. Darcy Barts. I'm a chaser and Captain of this team." She extended her hand. Darcy had a firm hand shake. Darcy was a 6th year. She started to introduce the other team members. Mary Haden, (5th year) a dark skinned girl with dreadlocks. She was a beater. Lucy Wade, (5th year) whose long blond hair was tied back into a beautiful french braid, was a Chaser along with James Casey (who went by Jace, 4th year). He had a messy undercut hairstyle and very interesting grey eyes. Cal Leuze (pronounced "lose") was a beater. Adam stayed to chat with the team, but Isabella left, deciding it'd be a good time to find the others.

Isabella Dumont is entering third year at Hogwarts. She was transferring from Beauxbatons (the french magic school) to Hogwarts. It was her mother’s decision. To her mother, Hogwarts is a complete mess. The views are stunning and all, and the Ravenclaw tower is most certainly magnificent with all the books she could possibly read and great friends but there’s only one big issue bothering her. And that’s Nicolas (Nick) Potter. 
50 years ago Harry Potter (Nick’s) grandfather defeated Lord Voldemort, a powerful evil wizard. And now Nick is attending Hogwarts, and according to Isabella he just thinks he’s the greatest, but he’s really just another annoying boy. 
But what will prevail in their relationship as Nick starts to show interest in Isabella?






(Harry Potter Fanfic)

Cami's POV

"So class, I know all of you were wondering why we're here at the gym. And I also know that we were supposed to learn about Health now since it's Friday, but I'll be making this subject, P.E for now. Thanks to Cami and Bryan! Because of them, you'll have a half day today right after you'll have your P.E subject. Don't worry about your other teachers in your other subjects, I already asked them. Camila and Bryan, thanks to you, I got a bonus from Sister Vanessa! So this is my 'thank you gift' for you guys" We all screamed because of Ma'am's good news.

"You can do whatever you want. Reggie, you are in charge of them. I'll be leaving now." As ma'am said that, the four immediately went to me while Reggie was at the bleachers writing the attendance.

"Wanna play basketball?" Aaron asked.

"Sure" I answered.

"Hey! Who wants to join us on a game of basketball? 5 on 5!" Troy shouted. Then Bryan, Gabriel, Amanda, Kyle, and Russell came closer to us.

As we were playing, I noticed my shoelaces were tangled, so I fixed it. I was about to stand up but then...

"Cami! Watch out!" I heard someone scream. And then, there I was, lying down on the ground because a basketball ball hit me.

"Ughhhhh," I said to myself and touched the part where the ball hit.

"Cami, are you okay?!" Ray asked.

"I'm fine! I'm used to it, remember it already happened before." I said and then Troy slapped me. "Ugh, Troy! It hurts!" I shouted at him

"'I'm fine'" Troy said sarcastically.

"It still hurts, but only a bit. I'm already used to it! I said and laughed at the memory when we were in the 6th Grade.

"I think you're already crazy, Cami!" Troy said.

"Dumbass, I'm not crazy. I just remembered what happened to me when we were in the 6th Grade.

"HAHAHAHAHA THE COIN!" They all laughed at what Aaron just said.

"Now who's crazy, hmm?" I said and then Reggie popped up out of nowhere.

"So.. what did I miss?" Reggie asked.

"Nothing," I said while laughing.

"You guys are unfair!" Reggie said and pouted. He seriously pouted HAHAHAHA.

"Reggie, look at your mouth! Stop pouting! You look like a girl HAHAHAHA!" We all laughed as Troy said that.

"What happened to Jace? He's very quiet right now." Reggie asked looking at Jace curiously. He was actually right, he's been quiet the whole time, he just laughs when we laugh and nothing else.

(A/N: ehehehehe if you read the last chapter, you'll probably know and on the next two chapters, you'll find out. Hehehehe)

"Oh, nothing. I'm just hungry." Jace said.

So we all went to the canteen and it was Troy's treat, so he bought 5 iced teas and 5 chips. We all thanked him and then I saw Bryan coming up to us.

"Cam, we're called to go to the principal's office," Bryan said.

"For what?" I asked.

"The competition, I guess." He said. I stood up and told the five.

We went to the principal's office, on our way there, we were really quiet

"So.. how's your head? Does it still hurt?" Bryan asked

"It's okay now.." I said and we went inside the office.

Ray, Jace, Reggie, Troy, and Aaron...

Who are they?

They are my best friends. I am the only girl in our class who understands them. I've been known as a tomboy in our classroom, but I'm not a tomboy.

Out of the five of them, I love one, not just as a friend. I'm afraid that he's going to find out that I like him, I've been thinking maybe it'll break our friendship.. that's why I'm going to act stupid.


Will I forever act stupid?

The Demon beast meat was distributed equally between the members including the ones which stayed in the village. After having dinner everyone went to sleep.

But before Jack and others could go to sleep, Alex called for an emergency family meeting. Alex saw everyone sitting in a circle around him waiting for him to talk. Without wasting any time he started talking.

"Everyone I had called this meeting because I wanted to make an announcement more like I want to share something with you. As everyone knows that I had a fortuitous encounter some time ago that is this Crescent bow."

Alex summons the Bow in his hands for everyone to look.

"From the day I got this bow, I always thought that the only magical thing about it was its ability to be absorbed in my body. But then I found out accidently about it having one more function. When inside my body this bow can absorb all the Qi from the Demon Beast core. Even from the incomplete core."

Before he started talking about the bow, everyone was guessing in their mind about the reason for this meeting but listening that it was related to this magical Bow, everyone faces seemed solemn and started to listen with 100% concentration.

"But it didn't do anything else other than absorbing the Qi. It took me time but I figured that a treasure like this can't be so simple. For this reason I started to gather incomplete Demon Beast Core and let it absorb. After it ate more than thousands of incomplete Demon Beast Core, it finally gave a reaction. You know what it did?" Alex asked.

"WHAT?" this was some over the top reaction but Alex continued anyway.

"Who would have thought that it was an inheritance treasure?  After it absorbed enough Qi, it gave me a test, though I can't tell you what it was or how it happened, but if I could complete that test than it will give me something in return and if I could not than it will seal itself again and I would never be able to use it again."

"What! Then what happened? Did you pass the test or did you not? Say it quickly!" Hank was overly excited after he listened to this. Something like this happening was too legendary. It was not only him but everyone looked at him like they were listening to a fairy tale.

"Fortunately I was able to pass it by a margin and got rewarded. This is what I wanted to talk to you about. I got a graded Cultivation technique. Not Low grade or Medium grade but Peak Grade Black ranked Cultivation technique. This is what I obtained 3 days ago. I wanted to tell you about it at that time but then these things happened and we all got very busy so I waited till today to share it with my family." 

There was a moment of silence; everyone held their breath in their lungs after Alex had finished talking.

"Pea..peak grade Cultivati..on technique. Alex is… it really a peak grade cultivation technique. You are not joking right" Meg asked as her voice quivered. She couldn't believe her own ears. Everyone sitting here was the same. If what Alex had said was really true then it would change everything. The Crescent Bow which could vanish inside the body was already very magical but hearing that it was an inheritance treasure which could reward things like Cultivation Techniques had made their little mind blow. The reward was not low grade but Peak grade black ranked cultivation technique.

"Yes, what I said is true. Even I can't believe it till now. But it's all real." Alex then stood up to bring some Demon beast skins and a quill to write the cultivation technique on it. After he finished writing, he gave it to the ladies so that they can read it first.

Meg and Julie were so excited that their hands were trembling.  The first thing that they read was the name of the cultivation  technique, it was<<Flowing wave foundation technique>>.The more they read about it, the more excited their expression became. 

What was the meaning of Peak Grade cultivation technique, it's a technique that can increase the cultivation speed by at least 5 times, not only this the user will also gain more strength than before. 

For example, Jordan Family is in possession of a low grade cultivation technique. Gareth Jordan who was now 20 years old by cultivating his family technique became a 6th grade body tempering realm cultivator. This is the difference between cultivating different grades of cultivation technique. 

Just having the cultivation technique does not mean that you can cultivate it immediately. First you have to comprehend it, and then you have to follow its instruction to the point. Making mistake here can be very deadly. Without a teacher, cultivating any new technique takes a long time.

But the cultivation technique which Alex had given his family has some extra notes already written to make it easier for them to understand it.

Everyone was so involved that they forgot to sleep. They wanted to cultivate it immediately just like when had found the Martial Art Skill <Roaring tiger Fist>


…...


From the next day on wards, the family members started to use the <<Flowing Waves Foundation Technique>> . They would first cultivate in it, then they would complete their training exercise routine and after that they would practice in Roaring Tiger Fist. As for the mercenary group members, they had already been able to follow their training program by themselves.


The results were shown very quickly. The youngest one that was Anna broke through 2nd Grade of Body Tempering Realm in 8 days. And after another 15 days she broke through 3rd grade of Body Tempering Realm again. She was better able to make use of peak grade black ranked cultivation technique than the others. 

Tom and Hank took 13 and 15 Days respectively to reach 3rd grade of body tempering Realm and were soon going to break through in another month. Theo and Joe took around 1 month to reach 5th grade of Body Tempering Realm. 

Meg and Julie needed 1 month and few days to break through the next grade that is 6th grade of Body Tempering Realm. Donald and Jack needed 45 days to successfully become 7th grade Body Tempering Realm Cultivator.

It had already been two months since they started to cultivate in Graded Cultivation Technique. They were not the only ones who became stronger. Some of the members of the The Raging Sun who had reached some kind of bottleneck were also able to succeed in upgrading a grade in Body Tempering Realm. 

Like Hugo, he was one of the three 5th grade Body Tempering Realm cultivators, he was 7 to 8 years older than Donald and Jack. He was able to pass his bottleneck after following the training exercises. 

13 young cultivators of 1st grade were also successful in breaking through to 2nd grade after which they were made regular members of the The Raging Sun. Whereas some kids were able to awaken the Qi in their body ahead of expected time after doing regular exercises and eating Demon Beast meat that were hunted by the members of the Raging Sun every day. 

7th grade of Body tempering realm and above cultivators would be given some important position by the City lords or by any Noble in their family. 

Alex would also cultivate in his Unnamed Technique in these days. After failing for the next half month, Alex was finally able complete one cycle. And in another month he was able reach 4th grade of Body Tempering Realm. 

Soon he was going to reach the peak of that grade and then break through again. His cultivation grade might have just moved one step ahead but his strength has grown by leaps and bounds. His strength, speed, defense, endurance and 5 senses could already be compared with a 7th or 8th grade of Body Tempering Realm cultivator.

Intelligence without Ambition is a bird without wings.

Alex, who was from a military family background reincarnated to a medieval cultivation world due to the carelessness of an [Electrician] and was [killed] by an electric shock or did he?

How would he survive there?

Let's find out with him in his Adventures.

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"I go whenever I can and I always go by myself as it helps with getting exp as there is no one inside to steal of share with." said Navi 

"Okay it seems that your Rank 1 and I don't think you need to participate in the next tests as they will be useless with such power." said Senna

Once the stat check was over the teachers indicated the students to stay quiet.

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"Alright now for the rest of you you'll separate into groups depending on your level, those who win within your groups will be ranked below Navi and Aria depending on level if yo have no people to group up with you'll automatically win and be put in the rankings depending on level for example Navi and Aria which are to strong to contend." explained Senna

After explaining everything the students began to group up and fight so as to decide the rankings within the strength test. The top 10 Rankings were

1st: Navi (35)

2nd: Aria (15)

3rd: Neil Anderson (13)

4th: Shane Niel (12)

5th: Lira Den (11)

6th: Elsa Wendell (10)

7th: Misato Shigure (9)

8th: Kisuke Shigure (8)

9th: Owen Landeros (7)

10th: Lance Estrada (6)

Once finished with the fights they started the magic test and of course Navi and Aria were once again on top. After all they couldn't really test them as they were leagues above the rest.

~Later~

In the office of the principal the teachers were discussing amongst themselves the ranking each student should receive but they were still waiting for the Knowledge exams to be ranked.

Suddenly the door was opened, "Miss Principal the tests have been ranked." said the person who barged in

"Alright then tell me the test times and scores of the first 3. The rest can be handled later for right now those are the most appropriate." said Senna

"Alright, in 3rd Place was Misato Shigure with an 85% score in 2hrs. 2nd Place was taken by Aria with a time of 1hr 30min and a score of 88%. 1st Place was taken by Navi with a time of 30min and a score of 100%." said the man

"Did you check for any cheating that score seems unreasonable." said Senna

"I would have thought the same but once I saw the recordings from the cameras I confirmed that there was no foul play. Here the recording." said the man as he passed the recording to Senna 

The teachers urged Senna to play the recording so she played it whilst the people watching.

The recording showed Navi writing at an inhuman speed while answering the Knowledge test. 

"Unbelievable such speed at writing and no mistakes I'm really intrigued as to how she can do it." said a teacher 

"Well I don't see why were even doubting her with 1200 + intelligence of course she could read at speeds we couldn't comprehend." said a female teacher

"Alright stop the quibbling, Tomorrow we'll display the rankings and give out prizes and please prepare for classes. Ohh Shannon since your the teacher for the 1st years class S try to get along with Navi as she'll probably join some Incredible Sect in the upcoming Talent Festival." said Senna

"Also try not offending her as she may be from some great power with that strength at her age. Whenever she asks for a leave of absence let her leave as she already explained to me that she wishes to continue hunting so as to progress her level more." continued Senna 

"Umm then what's the point of coming to school if she's just gonna be leaving to hunt. I mean I get that she's strong and smart but I don't think that's enough to allow her to leave." said Shannon

"Ohh then if you think she doesn't have enough reasons then why don't you test her knowledge with tests from a higher grade if she doesn't fail she can have all the time off she wants." said Senna while giving Shannon an Ultimatum

Story of a Goddess that is betrayed and killed in her first life she is reborn into a new world with the same laws as her old. Read as Navi lives her new life while regaining her strength in order to seek revenge.(A/N: First original story trying. Hope you guys enjoy and comment down below for any tips you wish to give.

Opening the first book, a simple calculus one, he closed his eyes after put is left-hand across the page before concentrating on the idea of decomposing slowly the knowledge while keeping analyze and comprehension running.

In no time a rush of already mastered pieces of information floods his brain, consolidating his basic before going on. Without warning, the flow cut itself and when he open his eyes he sees that he was already on the last page, that was slowly crumbling away.

{[Ability [Decomposition: I] had evolved to [Decomposotion: H]]}
{[Ability [Analyze: I] had evolved to [Analyse: H]]}
{[Ability [Comprehension: I] had evolved to [ Comprehension: H]]}

{[Name: Harrison James Potter]
 [Age: 10]
 [Race: Homo magicae]
 [STR: 1(-3)] [END: 4(-3)(-3)] [VIT: 4(-3)(-6)] [AGI : 6]

Skill:
[Cooking: B]; [Broom riding: A]; [Parlsemouth: SSS]; [Item pouch: G]
Ability:
[Analyse: H]; [Decomposotion: H]; [ Comprehension: H]; [Recomposotion: H]
Debuff:
[Magical leach: -3 END, -3 VIT, 80% drain on mental defense]; [Blood wards: -3 END, -6 VIT, 60% drain on magic ]; [Magical bind: 30% drain on mental fortitude, 80% drain on magic, 20% drain on mental defense.]}

'It's crumbled away. Do you know the reason why?'
-I think I do. You extract the knowledge of a book with the primary feature was to store knowledge, now that this knowledge has been deconstructed, it didn't have a reason to exist. I think that everything that you will try to extract knowledge of will crumble away, seem a fair price to me, after all, you can gain nothing for nothing.-
'So as those abilities are under the ability of alchemy, they respond to the law?'
-Seem about alright.-
'I can live with that.'

Seeing the result, he takes the corresponding calculus book for the superior grade, rapidly running through it with the same result. Continuing on his way he made his way until the year he just finishes, leaving him with a stronger foundation.

It was only CS that bring out of his flunk we he tells him.
-Harry, it a quarter past six, better go and start making diner they will be here soon.-
'Right! I completely forgot about them!'
Throwing the book in his backpack and tossing it in his pouch, he hastily made his way to the kitchen before turning around and go change back to his morning clothes, not wanting the Dursley's to discover that he have brought new clothes and more importantly how.

Thank CS, Harry was able to be on time, and by 6:50 p.m the sound of the family car parking in the garage driveway. Seeing the disappointed face of Vernon and Petunia he know that they came early in the hope of catching him off guard.
'Fat choice you bunch of hypocrites, in a little less than a month I will be gone, but until then I intend to be irreproachable 
 
Regretfully for the Dursley's he effectively was just that. Ever cores were done in such a way that they were unable to complain, the second room of Dudley has been arranged and cleaned alongside the actual bedroom. He had cleaned it so thoroughly that it had freaked the little piglet so much that he was banned to tidy it ever again after the incessant nagging that they were subject from they Dudders.

The month that followed was all the more stressful because Petunia has to recall Vernon of the letter that will surely be delivered in a matter of days. During that time, the two of them have also remarked that he had changed, no more did the boy shrink on itself when Vernon raise is voice, the physical abuse or the starvation hadn't elicited a single reaction on his no emotionless face, freaking them out and even pushing Vernon to fear that he has crossed a dark line and something at snapped in the boy.

Now if you have said to Vernon Dursley that he had effectively broken something inside the boy he would have been overjoyed any time, and tell you that honest people always found ways to beat the freakishness out of those monsters but not this time. Because of the whole situation, he fears a strong reaction, a magical one. During the last years, he has been subject to the boy accidental magic and has somewhat linked the emotional distress to the intensity of the response. But now that he was unable to access the boy state of mind, and the fact that he has absorbed everything without letting something out worry him and his wife more and more each day. So when the boy asked if he could daily go the small communal library, he couldn't agree too fast, the more time the boy pass out of the house, the less risk he snaps while their present. At first, when Dudley see that the freak could go and come as he wishes out of the house, he didn't wait to gather his minion to open the summer hunting season. When they became unable to simply follow and corner him without the presence of adult he slowly increases is winning, the fact that his birthday was coming and he was frustrated by the freak to see this summer turning into a nightmare for the family of three.

As for Harry, those days have been a blessing. Seeing that the less the emotion he shows the most disturbed the Dursley's became, he completely shut down any emotion while in their presence. If he had learned a single thing during his stay in the void, it was certainly patience. So seeing the result after only a week and banking on their uneasiness he ask for the right to go day long on the library he was immediately allowed. It when he truly thrives.  He only asks at this time because he runs out of books to assimilate. It was also during that time that he made another discovery, the more knowledge he already has, the easier is it to consolidate and correct it and the less time it takes for his ability to absorb the knowledge.

For example, for none know what Dudley has books on starting level language. Being a first of french origin, he had only needed a few seconds to absorb them, while the one on Spanish have to need a complete day to absorb due to the very few things he could have remembered. So this way everything was soon crumbled away has he run through the basics of everything until 6th grades of that he already knows.

Seeing that he didn't have any more books he then asks to go to the library while in fact also lets him rummage through the near bookstore for higher grades. After two additional weeks, he has caught up with 8th-grade material and thus the progress halt down by simply lack of time. Even with this, he was satisfied. All those years back he was never one for the academic prowess so when he was able to breathe through this curriculum with ease when he was previously struggling at those levels were more than acceptable.

While he passed his days in the library accumulating knowledge, he didn't slack of in the night, using this time to actual material that needs a great time to assimilate, using his sleeping hour in the most efficient way. So every night he would decompose shard of different metal, wood, plastics, earth, rock, and the like, slowly building a large data bank.
*****

It's has been now three weeks since my trip to Diagon Alley and the unlocking of the system.
With the help of past Harry memories and mine, my studies time has shown great improvement, and I have a great grasp of further two grade worth of knowledge perfectly assimilate. Due to my late-night activities, my knowledge is not only theoretical but practical as well. Reading and experiencing are two completely different thing so while I know the composition of rocks thank books, knowing its molecular arrangement due to the very experience earn manipulating the real thing was completely different. Combining the two was again another level.

So here I am, sitting cross-legged on the ground, at the local park near privet drive, cover by the shade of the trees around me, giving me the privacy I need. In front of me a normal rock that could be found anywhere.
'Your ready CS.'
-Ever since you emit that hypothesis of you, go, to make me wait.-

Taking a deep breath and focussing my mind on what I want to do and the knowledge to do it, I clap my hand, in a familiar position that every otaku would recognize from a certain alchemist, before bringing my left hand down on the rock as if I wanted to crush the rock before lifting it.

The instant my palm came in contact with the rock, I feel something running deep in the ground responding to my call, pulling it instinctively. Instantly two things happen, the first was my two wristband lighting a clear blue and the second was faint lightning-like ark exiting them, connecting my palm, the rock, and the ground. In a second the previous uneven rock lost his shape and transform un a simple rock arrow. The shape wasn't perfect but the result was there, I have realized my first transmutation. Before the realization of what just happen to strike me a stream of pop up appears.

{[Ability [Comprehension: I] had evolved to [ Comprehension: H]]}
{[Ability [Decomposition: I] had evolved to [Decomposotion: H]]}
{[Ability [Recomposition: I] had evolved to [Recomposition: H]]}
{[Due to your sucessive use of the sub-abillities: [Comprehension: H]; [Decomposition: H]; [Recomposition: H], the Ability [Alchemist: I]Have been generated.]}
-Dude, you don't do thing half-ass.-
"...Yeah" Was the only response that I could give, not my brightest I know but were I to react to that!
"Status"

{[Name: Harrison James Potter]
 [Age: 10]
 [Race: Homo magicae]
 [STR: 1(-3)] [END: 4(-3)(-3)] [VIT: 4(-3)(-6)] [AGI : 6]

Skill:
[Cooking: A]; [Broom riding: A]; [Parlsemouth: SSS]; [Item pouch: F]
Ability:
[Alchemist: I]+; [Analyze: G]
Debuff:
[Magical leach: -3 END, -3 VIT, 80% drain on mental defense]; [Blood wards: -3 END, -6 VIT, 60% drain on magic ]; [Magical bind: 30% drain on mental fortitude, 80% drain on magic, 20% drain on mental defense.]}

When power far above you decide that they want to wrench the canon, by bringing you in the game, sometimes the wisest thing to do it just to tag along and just try to make this encounter end the most rapidly possible.

who knows, maybe something great will come out of it? After all, what could be worst than being taken out without your consent out of your world, only to be thrown in the darkness?

I messaged lee Jong suk that I signed the contract and he came online I was like bad timing. he was typing then his message came "that's nice now I can finally meet you" I was kinda shocked for what he wrote " finally can meet you"
one month later
I cannot believe that I can speak korean so well and I learnt it within a month and tomorrow is my flight to korea.
After 16 hours 
it was really a long flight and I'm so tired there were so many people who were my fans and they surrounded me luckily my guards were able to take me out from that crowd. I was welcomed very nicely at the hotel, I went inside my room took a shower and slept. next morning my manager came and wake me up in the morning saying that I have to get ready and meet the director of the drama I am so tired I dont even want to get out of the bed so I got out of my bed took shower and wore my clothes I wore black jeans on top of that white tshirt with black leather jacket, I reached the site met the director and he was explaining me about the drama ( love you with heart) since it is my first kdrama all of a sudden I heard "annyeonghaseyo" I turned to see who it was....
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I turned to see who it was and it was lee Jong suk I know him since I have seen his photos on insta he was looking very hot and handsome in person. I don't know why he looks like my best friend who was with me when I was in 6th grade and he belonged to Korea because his dad is a Korean and his mom belonged to NYC and we became so close that we promised to marry each other in future but when I was in 10th he disappeared and never came back this is the reason why I am single at the age of 26.
Jong suk was wearing blue skin fitted jeans on top of that white tshirt with blue denim jacket with sunglasses omg all of a sudden my heart started to beat faster and I don't know why I was looking at him then the director snapped his fingers and I realized that we were discussing about the drama.
Jong suk came towards me and said hi ashley Anderson, hi I said we both sat for the dialogue practice Jong suk was sitting beside me and said you look more beautiful in person, thanks I said while blushing 
After 1 hour 
the dialogue practice was over I left the office my manager was waiting for me inside the car outside the office as I was going I said bye to Jong suk and I didn't saw the stone lying on the ground I tripped and fell into jong suk's arms
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TO BE CONTINUED 
I HOPE THAT YOU ARE LIKING MY STORY IF YES THEN PLEASE GIVE THSI STORY A LIKE BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A STORY.

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