In all my life there was one thing i wanted mostly than riches,travelling and fame but that also caused my downfall

Kang's POV
I tapped on the glass door of the store, waiting for Stan, as I put down all of the load in front of the locked door. "Yeah, yeah. Come on." Stan opened the locked glass door and picked up the loads with me....
Haru's POV
I stepped into the staff locker room and went to locker 67. I took my key from my sweatshirt and placed into the key-hole, and unlocking it. I pulled out an apron  that was hanging in the locker next to my name tag. I put my apron on from my neck and tied it the laces. I took my name tag and pinned at on my apron above my chest.  I hanged my bag in my locker and locked the locker.
I took my attendance at the staff room, and head back to the counter to do some paperwork. I sat down and grabbed a pen, started to do my paperwork. Sometimes, after finishing paperwork, i'll start writing some poems or story in a notebook that Miss Jade gave me. I finished my third paperwork, that's when Harold comes in. "Morning, Haru." He greeted me with a smile. "Coffee, Harold?" I held up his favorite mug while in the other hand was another mug for miss Jade. "Sure." Harold went into the staff room and slowly shuts the door behind him.
I opened the door to the break room. The coffee machine was just on the table, waiting to work again. Beside it was a box full of coffee packets. It took 40 minutes (20 minutes each coffee) to finish the coffee-making. I stepped out of the break room and straight to Miss Jade's room, across the hallway. "Good morning, Miss Jade!" I greeted cheerful at Miss Jade who was just typing out a letter for the millionaire who's funding our library. I put the mug on the table and slowly slides in front of her.
"Morning, Haru." She stopped and took a quick sip of her morning coffee. I was about to go out of the room "Wait!" She hesitated me from her table. "Is there anything wrong with your coffee?" I looked back at her, puzzled. "I have something to ask you..." She puts down her half-finished coffee back on the table. I sat on the chair in front of her. "Harold has been telling me about your poems..." She puts aside her laptop and looks me in the eyes.
"You see, middle-school students now are not like before. They like things with deeper meanings. As example, you know poems.  So, i'm writing a letter to our fund-er about a new section for poetry. And Harold told me you wrote good poems. I want to read them by the end of the day." Miss Jade declared about her intention. My jaw dropped, I put my hand at my mouth.
I was really speechless. Miss Jade wanted to see my poems, she would cringe! I need to write another one... So, she'll think I have developing it for years. "Yes! I'll bring my notebook, by the end of the day!" I flustered and ran for the door. 
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"Harold! You have to help me!" I was begging Harold, he was standing at the photography section. "With what?" He rolled his eyes. "Poems! Miss Jade wants to see it." I was flipping out the pages to see all my poems that I wrote for the past 6 years. "So, your poems are great!" Harold tries to comfort me as he leans over the counter. "Let me see it." I handed my book to Harold.
"Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee."
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
"It's good you should show it to Miss Jade." He gave a thumbs up, it gave me courage about. I got up and snatch the book from him. 
CREAAKKK.
I slowly opened the door with it sounding really creepy. Miss Jade was playing with her hands... "Here you go, miss..." I handed the book.. "Thank you, Haru. I'll see you tomorrow then.."
I nodded..
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Haru, Kang and Bryan starts their new life in Colombus with Alexie, a little girl that was adopted by them, entrusted by her late mother. Their life just got more interesting..


It hurts to watch her leave but to cause himself less grief, he just sat there frozen. Jason Morris, a senior at Midvale high had just finished one of his finals and rushed to find his amazing girlfriend Maria Campbell. Maria was also a senior at Midvale High and shared a connection with Jason that could never be broken. Or so Jason thought. He raced to the cafeteria to find Maria, a breath taking young lady with beautiful hazel brown eyes, short dark hair, a posture that fit a queen and a smile like no other. Jason was love struck from the first time they met. It was late September and Jason was helping his soccer friends get ready for a game when Maria walked by with her friend Ryana. Both Jason and Maria were new to the school but had no trouble making friends to help them out. As Maria walked by, Jason went into a trance. For a brief moment, Jason had felt as if it were only the two of them existed. His heart raced and his mind felt like goo, not knowing what to say nor do. Jason completely froze. His friends shook him, trying to get his attention. Called his name to no avail. Jason was paralyzed, mesmerized by Maria's beauty. Days had gone by and Jason still hadn't uttered a word to Maria, but both had made mutual friends that saw how he looked and behaved whenever she was around. Three of those friends were Carly, Ciara and Ryana. Carly was a loveable dark skin girl with a very charismatic attitude and she loved making people laugh. Ciara was basically Carly's twin, only Ciara had a knack for playing netball while Carly preferred to help manage the team. Last but not least there was Ryana. She was the closet to Jason as they both could relate to problems and help each other out. Ryana was more of a down to earth girl who always spoke her mind no matter what might happened. These three friends decided that they would help Jason get to know Maria better before their year together was over. Jason was a lover at heart. He loved games, sports, movies, literature. He even wrote poems and after seeing Maria, he started writing poems for her. One of which was entitled "ONLY YOU" and it read
 "Wondering why I'm lost in your eyes, beautiful hazel brown and it makes my pulse rise. 
Your smile is like the sunrise, elegant and always so bright, which makes me believe in love at first sight. You fill the room as you walk in, with the stunning brown complexion of your skin. Your personality tops it off and it cannot be beat, which is why this is for you because no one else can compete."
 Written for Maria, Jason kept it to himself, until Ciara and Ryana found out delivered it themselves. After receiving the poem, Maria smiled. She liked the poem but had different feelings towards the poet. She wanted to address him herself but she remembered she's very blunt and she never wanted to hurt his feelings. So she asked Ryana to set up a way for them to meet so they could talk. Not knowing the full details Ryana went and told Carly and Ciara about the meeting Maria wanted with Jason. Thoughts filled their heads as they arranged the perfect setup for the two of them to meet. It was a star lit night and the moon shone brightly, music played softly to set the tone for the night, a seating for two, just Jason and Maria. A perfect dinner setting was the idea. So it was said, so it was done. The three girls prepared a night full of fun.
 After making the arrangements they went and told Jason the big news. He was overwhelmed with joy. He waited on that night, dying for it to arrive because Jason already knew that Maria would be the one. The night finally came and to Jason's surprise, Maria looked even more stunning as she stood before his eyes. Captivated by her beauty in her outstanding pink dress, Jason felt as if time had stood still, not knowing what to do next. The two started talking and what they realized is that they had more in common than they both realized. Jason made Maria laugh and Maria made Jason smile. Something that Jason hadn't done in a while. The poem came up and Jason was shocked. He was so embarrassed that she had read it and learnt how he felt towards her but Maria smiled. Showing him that it was okay, but then she started to speak and this is what she said "Look you're really nice and I like that about you but I'm a girl that will eventually break you. I don't do well with nice guys and I don't want to hurt you but we could be friends if it's all the same to you." Jason was heartbroken but somehow he understood. He smiled and said "That's okay once I still get to talk to you." 
 The following Monday they went back to school and they were closer than ever. Jason had felt like something had sparked between them, so he never took those heart breaking words to heart. They both started texting a lot and grew even closer, but it wasn't until early November that Maria's feelings for Jason started to change. Just simple text messages turned into late night calls. Simple "heys" at school turned into an entire hour of talking to each other. Ryana, Carly and Ciara were all happy to see that their efforts had paid off, but no one was as happy as Jason. He had finally gotten through to the girl of his dreams, the girl he knew he would marry after leaving high school and the best part was that she loved him the same. As the days went by the five friends grew even closer and started doing everything together, but Jason and Maria hit it off like guns on a firing range. The day came when Maria decided that they should make it official. So on November 8th Maria said to Jason that she wanted to be his one and only, she wanted to be Jason's girlfriend. Jason was overwhelmed and he shouted out "YES!!! Yeah I mean yeah, I would like that" without giving it a second thought. Immediately Jason went and wrote a poem entitled "YOU" which read
"The way you smile makes me blush; the look in your eyes gives me such a rush, the moment I see you, my head starts to spin and it's because of your beauty from within. The reason why this is so true is because you're not afraid to be you."
 Jason was truly a lover at heart, but Maria brought out a side of him that was sheltered in the dark. Ryana and her friends all heard what happened and were excited to see what the future held for those two. Christmas break came around which meant they'd be separated from each other but that never stopped Jason from writing his love poems for Maria. Before the break she asked him for one favor. Write and store all of his poems for her and give it to her in the new year. Jason kept his promise and stored all his letters for Maria so he could give it to her when they saw each other in the New Year. New Years Eve came around and Jason wanted nothing else but to share that night with his favorite person and watch the fireworks together. Although he was of age, Jason didn't have a driver's license so he had to call a cab to take them.  While waiting on the cab, Jason started looking for the poems so he could deliver them to Maria as promised, but he could not find them. He searched and searched but still no poems. It turned out that Jason's grandfather had burned all the poems alongside other pieces of parchment Jason kept in his room. He was known for his "disorganization" in his room so his grandfather mistook those important documents as another piece of his trash just lying around. Jason was enraged but couldn't do a thing about it. He stormed outside on that cold New Years Eve night in a fit of rage not uttering a single word to anyone. "How am I going to explain this to Maria?" he wondered. Jason became a total mess and to top it all off, the cab driver was late. 
 It was 11:30 and they still hadn't picked up Maria from her home. This made Jason even angrier as he had no poems to give to Maria and the cab driver arrived late, he thought the night was practically ruined. What he never realized was that Maria didn't care about what he arrived with or what time he had arrived. She just wanted to know he arrived and he arrived safe. Jason smiled when Maria told him this and instantly, Jason's fit of rage went away. He was so happy he could spend the rest of the night with her. "You really are something else" he said to himself. Never before had the thoughts of marriage came across his mind but in that moment, from that moment, he was sure that Maria was definitely the girl he wanted to be with. Midnight came and the couple indulged themselves with that special kiss to start the New Year right. Maria made a resolution that night. It was to try and be less blunt to people so that she could save their feelings from getting hurt. "Wishful thinking princess" Jason said while they both laughed. Jason had also made a resolution but he never said it aloud. His was to be the very best boyfriend for Maria, and just like the holidays were over and school reopened the second semester had started. 
 The casual meet and greets after the holidays took place where everyone talked about how they spent their holidays and what they did, and then it was back to reality. It was mandatory for all senior students to complete a speaking exercise as a part of their final grade and that exercise would be done in March of that year. Everyone was stressing about correcting and memorizing their speeches, but not Jason. Maria's birthday was coming up and he was more concerned about what he'd get her than what he'd say for the speech. The days flew by and Maria's birthday was steadily approaching. Jason realized that Maria always looked at this beautiful rectangular box that was covered in pink circles on their walks home from school, but she tried not to make it obvious that she wanted it, but Jason realized after watching her every day. So did her younger sister. Her name was Ariel, she went to the same school as Jason and Maria but she was a freshman so they hardly saw each other. When they did, it was non-stop fun. Ariel was like a miniature Maria and she knew the things that Maria liked. So when Jason asked her if she thought that she would like the box she said yes. Maria's birthday present was no longer an issue. As expected Maria loved it and was speechless upon receiving the gift. Her birthday was a success and the biggest praise Jason could get, was to see Maria smile. February came and went and then March had arrived. The day of the speech was drawing very near and Jason was yet to start his own speech. Helping Maria and others with their speeches, he completely forgot that his own was far from complete. Jason started to panic and doubt that he'd finish in time but like the angel she was, Maria open her wings and swooped down to help Jason get ready.
 Night after night Maria stayed up with Jason ensuring that he would complete his speech in time. Jason's speech was complete and it was better than he could have ever done it and it was all thanks to Maria. She might not have known it, but she was the entire reason he pushed himself to finish the work. Just to make her happy, just to see her smile. Speech day arrived and again, Jason was a nervous wreck. He put on a strong persona to ensure that everyone else would do their best but Maria saw right through his little sham. She confronted him and did nothing else but draw him close to her bosom squeeze him tightly and say "you'll do great don't worry, I love you okay." And with those words accompanied by a warm smile, all the butterflies disappeared and Jason was ready for anything. It went well and Jason smiled all the way through saying in the back of his head "Maria's counting on you." Speech day was over and finals were almost here. "To think that the year was almost over and I would have never made it if it wasn't for Maria" said Jason. He had a free period for his second period of the day while Maria had her free period the first thing in the morning, so while switching classes they would occasionally see each other which Jason looked forward to everyday. What he didn't account for was seeing another guy's arm around Maria. Seeing that, Jason got angry but didn't say anything until later that day. He pretended not to see, just to observe what Maria would do next. To Jason's surprise, she did nothing but lay back down as if nothing was happening. Jason tried to convince himself that he was seeing things but the truth was the truth. Jason wasn't innocent either, he had multiple female friends which made Maria jealous. She had confronted Jason before about all the females he had kept and the actions he would indulge them in. Jason understood and limited the physical contact and communication he had with his female counterparts but apparently it wasn't enough.
 Jason was now convinced that she was trying to get at him but Maria reassured him that it was all just a misunderstanding and he was just being friendly. Being the type of person that he was, Jason was still jealous but forgave her without a second judgment and he thought things were back to normal. He was wrong. After that day there was constant disbelief between the two but somehow, the loved never died between them. It lead to a point where Maria just needed time for herself. She told Jason that she needed a break from the relationship. With those few words tears filled Jason eyes.  Jason was speechless as he tried to hold back his tears. They came to a comprise and agreed to break the relationship until the last day of the finals. Jason was not onboard but it seemed like that's what Maria wanted so he agreed just to make her happy, but he had a condition. 
He proposed that even though there would be no contact between them till then, he didn't want anything to change between them. Maria agreed. The two weeks went and Jason was dying to finish his exam so he could see the love of his life. After finishing the exam, Jason rushed to the cafeteria where he found Maria and he just stood there. Amazed by her beauty as if it were the first time he was seeing her. Not having any contact from her for those two weeks felt like an eternity, it left a space in Jason that couldn't be filled by nothing or no one apart from Maria. He approached Maria with hopes of talking to her but Maria had nothing to say to Jason. Jason was confused but just glad he was around her again. He sat beside her in silence waiting for her to rise and say something to him, but when she rose, her reaction made him want to just die. She sat up and said to Jason "I want to break up Jason." In complete destruction, Jason could only utter one word. Why? The environment around Jason went completely silent as he could hear nothing but his own heart beat slowly declining. She then said she was sorry and enjoyed the time they shared but she just needed some alone time. Jason sat completely frozen. 
 It hurt to watch her leave but to cause himself less grief, he just sat there frozen. Tears started to rush down Jason's face as he watched the love of his life just walk away and left him lonely. From that day Jason got dead inside and no one can bring him back to life except Maria. Jason's grandfather saw him and asked what the matter was; Jason replied "Gramps, if home is where the heart is; well now I have no home. It got up and left me to suffer the cold winters on my own." There's one thing Jason always believed and that was that he had still made the right choice with Maria and he was sure that one day they would get married. She wasn't just his number one girl, she' was his only girl.  Who knew Maria would keep her word and eventually break Jason?
 "Love is a game that's played by two. The strong will survive while the weak struggle through. Which are you?"-Kevar Planter

Love teaches is about two high schoolers, Jason and Maria. Both new to the school yet neither has problems making friends however affairs of the heart are also something they both have in common. Will this be a great opportunity or desperate loss, guess we'll have to find out wont we.

First off to the people who have decided to choose my book, thank you very, very much to rather decide to spend your time reading my collection of poetry. I will ensure you never get bored reading my poems. 
But just please don't hesitate to give proper feedback about my writing style. I would really appreciate if productive feedback is given. Once again tysm 💞💞.

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P.S- The below content is just an introduction about feeling good about yourself, not to be mistaken with poetry. Poems start from next chapter :)

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The world is absorbed with competition, attention and hatred. Alas, in a situation like today mental trauma is just a step away from our lives and anyone can break down at any time. The percentage of people suffering from depression has been the highest at our generation. What do you think has caused all this? When did we grow so delicate? Why do we give up so easily?



The reason for sure is not giving time to onself. Everyone's so busy in catching up with the competition, spreading hatred etc that one has forgotten the need to reflect upon themselves. People find it as a joke today regarding reflecting on themselves. 



Now work is being prioritised over family.
Stress is being prioritised over sleep. Hate is being prioritised over love. Ego is being prioritised over affection. This has resulted to us prioritising our doom over the beautiful life we could live.



A solution for all our problems is reflecting upon oneself, reflecting what is good for us. What do we enjoy? What are our goals? Once we find our lyrics we can tune them to our brain accordingly. Our brain is like music, the music that brings melody and harmony to one's ears and this music is complete only when the lyrics, that is our dreams, go hand in hand with it. Like wise what's the point of living when you are not sure of what you want?




It is a vital neccessity to feel good about ourselves. Especially during the quarantine season, use this opportunity to reflect about yourself, make yourself do things which provide you inspiration, which make you feel good. I believe in using your talent you have for a good cause. Many of the people tend to connect with writings that are sad and give motivation. I want to therefore help the world. I may not be present in front of you consoling and wiping your tears but I want to help everyone of you virtually. Through the power of literature I want to wipe up your tears and sorrow and I'll put my 1000% in it. Let a computer be a medium where we can heal everyone's sorrow. I'll try my level best to make everyone feel happy with my collection of poems; FEEL GOOD.




Now on the note on the introduction of FEEL GOOD I want to give an explanation on the type of poetry would be present in this collection. I honestly believe the world is a diverse place filled with diverse cultures, diverse cuisines, diverse languages. Therefore expecting diverse opinions is also very common. Everyone has different ways of feeling good. Some feel better when their efforts are appreciated and acknowledged, quite a few feel good when their is love spread everywhere instead of hatred. We even observe quite a few people feel good when negativity and toxicity are out of their system and we even observe cases where people feel good when they are next to nature. Hence be prepared to accompany with me in my diverse journey of FEEL GOOD. Together let us FEEL GOOD. Let's make the world FEEL GOOD...

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My stomach turned as I played with my food, my fork dragging my half eaten egg around the plate. Everyone seemed to move on from this morning's incident. 

They were all laughing and chatting around me, the food hall once again filled with it's familiar welcoming chatter. Amber hasn't fully recovered, but I think it's only for my own sake.

She's been carefully avoiding the topic and we only go to the bathroom together, on the opposite side of the building. She won't leave me alone either, as if waiting for my mental break down.

"Katie" Amber said, turning away from a group of girls she was talking to, " Do you want to come to the mall with Shay, Nina, Lea, and I, tomorrow after school?"

"The mall?" I asked confused

She nodded eagerly, " Yeah, you don't have to come if you're not up to it"

I nodded, " Sure, I'll go"

The mall wasn't my typical hang out place, since a lot of popular girls from school go there a lot. They don't like me much and I avoid them as much as possible.

Finally having enough of playing with my food I stood up and headed towards the kitchen. Amber jumped up and quickly joined me even though she hadn't finished eating either.

"Hey sweet pea" The nice cook, Jackson, grinned as he saw me approach

Jackson was another one of my favorites, sometimes at dinner he would give me an extra cup of chocolate pudding. He even gives me extra grapes because he knows they're my favorite.

I gave Jackson a small smile, " Hi"

He frowned slightly, " How you feeling?"

I shrugged, " I'll get over it eventually"

He nodded before taking both mine and Amber's plates. Amber and I then headed up to the library, my favorite room in the building.

"Ugh, I can't believe we had breakfast for lunch. Breakfast is only eaten at breakfast!" Amber complained as we walked up the stairs

Amber was a little OCD about certain things, her meals being one of them. I remember the one time the lunch menu and the dinner menu got mixed up, Amber refused to eat for three hours while Jackson made her a different meal.

I shrugged, " Well, no one was able to eat breakfast this morning, and the food was already

prepared. It's not that big of a deal, it's kind of like breakfast since it was our first meal of the day"

She sighed, " I guess"

We entered the library, the comforting smell of paper and old books filtered through my nose. This is the one place on earth I always felt the safest. Amber wasn't much of a reader, more of a fashion designer in the making. The library had some magazines she could look at though.

I walked between the shelves while Amber stayed in the small lounge area, plopping down on one of the cushioned chairs and grabbing a random magazine off the table.

I stopped in front of one of the shelves, pulling off a random book I was drawn to. I flipped it over to read the fancy golden letters on the front, my dark blue eyes tracing the title that read 'Poems for the unknown'.

It was a book I never noticed before in the library, and I've read almost all of them. I didn't look away from the book as I found my way back to the lounge area, sitting in a chair similar to Amber's.

I flipped open the first page, my fingers brushing against the old and worn paper. Fear bubbled in the pit of my stomach as I read over the first poem written in bold lettering.

"They wonder why we fight them,

It's because they're all no good.

We take justice into our own hands,

While they kill the misunderstood."

What.. was this? I flipped through more pages, the poems becoming more twisted and vile as the book went on. The book slipped form my hands, landing face down on the floor. 

I slowly stood up and keeled next to the book of cursed poems, filing it to see it had landed on another poem. This one made my heart pound in my chest, a few small drops of what looked like dried blood dotting the edges.

"I am Evil personified

And for my weakness I will not apologize

Deep in the shadows I reside and I can never be denied

In the depths of night when cold and darkness when my relentless tormenting starts

I'll chase you down, break your will

Drink your blood till I get my fill

We all have evil inside

Even you...don't lie

I am here to make it mine

Drink it in… with my darkness it combines

For now I'm whole even if for but a short time"

-Melodie Fowles, "Evil Inside"

I shivered, suddenly wanting to throw the book out the window, but my fingers clutched onto it tightly. I slammed the book shut, the smal echoing around the room and causing Amber to jump slightly.

"Katie… are you ok?" Amber asked uncertianly

I nodded, sending her a small smile, " Yeah, I think I just need to rest for a little bit"

Amber smiled, " Ok, want me to walk you to your room?"

I shook my head, " I'll be fine"

"Ok"

I felt Amber's eyes on me as I escaped from the library, the poem book still clutched tightly in my pale fingers. I walked through the glass hallway, glancing outside to the the empty street below. The feeling of being watched once again washed over me as I hurried to my room.

Once I was in my room I shut the door behind me and locked it, only relaxing once I was sure I was alone in my room. My heart was racing, the same way it had been this morning. 

What was going on with me? People have bad days all the time, but today seemed like it was cursing me for something. But what?

I tossed the poem book onto my desk in the corner before sitting on my bed, thoughts racing through my head.

Tomorrow at school things should calm down a bit. The school work will give me a reason to focus and I won't think about today. I bit my lip in thought, I'm not usually a beliver in God, but I pray I never have another day like today.

one tried to tell the whole world my secrets, so I cut out her tongue. One watched every move I made and followed me everywhere I went, so I carved out her eyes. One tried to feed me poison with a smile, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine. One tried to isolate me, and even now no one has found him in the basement. They won't touch me, or my baby. Not if I can help it.

I don't see Yara again for 2 more days.
I had figured that she had gotten a schedule change, so imagine my surprise when I go into first period today and see her again in the very last row. I'm early for once, so it's only me and her in the classroom.
And yes, she's still beautiful. Her dark, curly hair is pulled into a rather large ponytail, her AirPods nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by quarter sized silver hoop earrings. She has a little pink spiral notebook on her desk and scribbles in it occasionally after scrolling through her phone.
It's poems. She's gotta be recording or writing poems.
I walk over to the desk on her very left and have a seat. She turns to me and smiles, both of her dimples showing. "Hey Willow Tree. Read any good poems lately?"
"Willow Tree?" I question, smiling. It's not the first time I've heard that, and usually I'd be annoyed but everything sounds better coming from her lips.
I want to say something, anything, but her round hazel eyes have me pinned to the spot. I can't do anything but stare into her eyes.
I expect her to break away, to say something, to do anything, but all she does is stare back, her expression revealing nothing, yet her eyes saying everything.
It takes all my free will to lower my eyes and say, "Actually, yes I have read some good poems." After the day we met, I went home and memorized a poem that I thought was really good. I really want her to like me, and this is the only way I know how to relate to her.
"I doubt you know this one, though."
I clear my throat and say from memory: "'I love you as/ certain dark things/ are to be loved./ in secret—'"
"'Between the shadow/ and the soul,'" We say at the same time. I smile, and she bites her lipgloss covered bottom lip and stares at her fingers, which are now covered in pink nail polish.
"By Neruda," Yara says, still looking down but I can tell she's trying not to smile. "That's a really good one."
I had no idea how to pronounce their name tbh.  I wonder why she's so embarrassed. I say, teasingly, "How do you even knowthat? Like, you weren't even alive when that poem came out!"
She looks up at me, the left corner of her mouth turned up. "Let's just say," she says, reaching down into her backpack and pulling out a rather large gray notebook , "I really really like poems."
More people file into the classroom, but I ignore them and focus my attention on the abnormally large notebook on Yara's desk.
As she puts her tiny pink notebook away I say playfully, "Are you gonna tell me what's in the notebook, or am I supposed to guess?"
She chuckles, and I melt a little. 
"It's my poetry collection," she explains. "I've been collecting these poems since I was 12 years old."
She flips to the first page, which is dated "3-9-16", with handwriting that definitely had to belong to a 12 year old. And the poem that she written down was extremely childish, but you really can't expect more from a twelve year old.
I burst out laughing. "Candy corn," I say, wiping my eyes. Yara grins.
"Well, what's wrong with candy corn?"
"It's absolutely disgusting."
She gasps in fake horror, shaking her head so that loose curls fall in front of her face. "It is not! Candy corn is the absolute one thing I love about autumn."
I giggle a little and say, "I'm not gonna say your opinion is wrong because it's you're opinion but, um, you're opinion is wrong sweetie."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever Willow."
I roll my eyes back. "Whatever, Yare-Bear."
For once, it's her turn to be confused.
"What did you call me?"
Why did I say that! I barely know this girl!
"Never mind, it was stupid." I adjust a stray strand a hair back into the tight donut bun atop my head and avoid eye contact, although I can feel her eyes searching my face. I wonder what she's thinking.
"Wait a min—" Yara starts to say but is cut off by the teacher's heels clicking into the classroom, the door slamming behind her. Class has officially started.
As she begins her boring lesson, I take out a notebook and pen and attempt to write down her attempts at handwriting. And yet again, I give up and instead settle on just taking a picture of the board at the end of class.
I pull out my phone which, of course, Yara has already done. I guess that's gonna be a trend.
I'm hungry, so pull out my new bag of salt and vinegar lays and open them. Immediately like half the class including the teacher just turns and stares at me like creeps. I don't know what to do so I just stare back. 

"Miss Harris, I don't know where you think you are, but you can't eat in here." She grabs her pointer and points to a sign that says no full allowed. "Put the chips away now."
"But I'm hungry! You can't tell me what to do with my stuff because they're mine!"
"And now you have detention."
Bish what?
Teacher walks to her desk and pulls out a pink slip, scribbles something in it, walks to my desk and hands it to me.
"Get out of my classroom," she says, not even mad or anything.
"Ok class! Back to the comma rules..."
She's acting like she didn't just put me out her class for pulling out Chios and almost eating them.
I'm annoyed, so I grab my book bag and get ready to walk down to the detention room. I'm not even halfway to the door when I hear Yara say, "Well, don't leave me behind."
I turn around, and Yara has her backpack on and her grey notebook in her arm. "I'm coming with you."
"Miss Theron," teacher says, looking really annoyed now. "You haven't earned a detention so you're staying here. Please return to your seat."
She looks at her expectantly.
And I expect her to go back to her seat but, to everyone's surprise, Yara leans on my shoulder and says loud enough for everyone to her hear, "Ms Spandivinski is such a bitch."
The room goes dead silent for a moment. I don't think anyone expected Yara, who comes across as this kind, respectful girl, to ever curse like that, let alone to a teacher.
The entire class, including me, erupts into laughter. The teacher takes a step backwards, her face red, her eyes wide in anger.
"Get out of my classroom!" She yells. "Both of you! Detention everyday until I say you don't have it!"
I know I'm in trouble, but I'm just laughing because I could really care less.
I hold out my hand, and she takes it expectantly. As we walk out the classroom, a chill goes up my arm as I say, "I think you made her kinda mad."
"Yeah," she said, looking me in my eyes, " but it was worth it."

All she ever wanted was Willow, even if it killed her.

Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Qin Su's face waned.
He… had indeed deceived Zhang Yan.
He had a girlfriend whom he had been dating for five years. However, in order not to affect his career, the couple had chosen not to reveal their relationship to the public.
Recently, the couple had quarreled frequently because of the marriage issue, as the female's family had been urging them to get married and settle down soon.
The profession of an actor differs from others. It required frequent traveling worldwide for work and rumor-generation or occasionally creating some gossip with other actresses to co-operate with the company's publicity requirements.
Qin Su did not have much specific thought or requirements on this. He just wanted to find a 'good' girl, one who was understanding and supportive, and who could spend the rest of her life with him. He was already communicating with his company about marriage.
But his girlfriend could not be understanding and always quarreled with him, always suspecting him of womanizing outside.
Such suspicions created much pain and helplessness for Qin Su. The filming timing fit him well, and he decided to use this time to go away and cool down the atmosphere, especially since there was a poor connection in the countryside. It was also during this time that he met Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan was very innocent and also had a passion for acting. She was also a quick learner, and the duo shared common hobbies like ancient poems.
Qin Su especially gave that collection of ancient poems to her.
Since Zhang Yan was a fan of Qin Su and naturally liked Qin Su very much, the relationship between the two went smoothly, and they quickly developed feelings for each other.
Qin Su had never revealed to Zhang Yan about his girlfriend. In fact, he was planning to break up with his girlfriend.
He even planned to return to Zhang Clan Town after his break up and bring Zhang Yan out of the town.
However, who knew that…
Looking at the girl's innocent face filled with an expectant look, Qin Su was speechless.
Qin Su felt like he was a complete scum, one not deserving of Zhang Yan's love.
"Little Yan, I…"
He opened his mouth, wanting to apologize, but no words could come out.
At that moment, Zhang Yan seemed to have understood the underlying meaning behind Qin Su's silence. The innocent girl gave smiled faintly.
"Don't worry. I won't blame you. Don't be guilty."
While speaking, Zhang Yan could not help but turn her head to look at Li Yan's spirit, which was not too far away. "I recognize you. I saw your photo in my mother's room. Please, please don't hurt Qin Su."
Seeing that Zhang Yan was still pleading for Qin Su while breathing her last breaths, Li Yan's expression took on different forms. All of a sudden, her spirit became a ball of black smoke, diving straight into Zhang Yan's body.
The wounds on Zhang Yan's body healed rapidly.
"Little Yan!"
Qin Su yelled out. Zhang Yan suddenly stood up and stared at him coldly. "I shall let you off today. But you don't deserve to call her name!"
In a flash, Zhang Yan dashed out.
Seeing Zhang Yan's departing figure, Ning Huanxin immediately chased after her unhesitantly.
In the night's darkness, the consecutive movement of two red figures one after another was like a rush of wind.
Ning Huanxin chased for a long time until she reached the barren grave outside town, where Zhang Yan had vanished.
"Zhang Yan! Li Yan! Li Yan!"
Ning Huanxin could not help but yell, but there was no response.
She subconsciously stared at Li Yan's grave. It was still new since Zhang Xiao newly renovated it and was also slightly bigger than the original one.
Where did Li Yan want to bring Zhang Yan's body?
Zhang Yan… could she still survive?
A familiar fragrance wafted over and blurred her senses. Ning Huanxin lost her consciousness and went into a momentary trance before she fainted.
**
When Ning Huanxin woke up once again, she was back in Siheyuan.
"Are you alright?"
In her trance, Ning Huanxin seemed to have seen Jiang Lixing. She grabbed Jiang Lixing's hand and asked urgently. "Little Yan, where's Little Yan?"
"Little Yan went missing, and the film crew encountered some trouble."


After stumbling into the Underworld Chat Group out of the blue, she accidentally becomes the good friend of King Hades.
Thus begins the journey of Ning Huanxin as she uses her abilities to interact with spirits and uncover the truth behind mysteries. The main theme of this book is suspense, with romance as a side tale. 
 
Female Lead: That night, there was a strange downpour of red rainfall and I climbed out of a tomb. Ever since then, my third eye opened and I started being capable of seeing spirits. 
King Hades: Weren't you the extra acting as a female ghost in a graveyard scene of a horror movie?  
Female Lead: Hey, it is hard enough being a human, don't expose me! 
King Hades: I'm not a human, I'm a ghost~
Female Lead: Author, I strongly request to change my husband!

Soon, Lu Zhouhe's performance was finished. After a moment of silence, the area was filled with deafening applause and compliments! Compared to Miss Dong's performance, the atmosphere at this moment was even hotter. Apparently, Lu Zhouhe's composition impressed most of the people here. They were sincerely convinced by his talent.
Even Xu Que was convinced by this composition. He knew he was not able to make such a high-quality composition. As a great musician, Lu Zhouhe could rival masters like Beethoven!
When Lu Zhouhe put away his Guqin, he glanced at Xu Que speculatively. His eyes were full of sarcasm. It was a provocation and disdain obviously. It seemed he was trying to respond to Xu Que's provocation just now. In short, he was trying to tell Xu Que either show your talents or stop acting tough!
Damn!
Xu Que was annoyed immediately. What I want is a face-to-face challenge. I don't need this kind of eye contact! You are seeking death!
At the thought of this, Xu Que almost tried to kill the toy boy with one punch.
Whoosh!
Just at this time, Buttface came up from nowhere suddenly. He said in a low, furtive voice, "Little brat, something big has happened!"
"What?" Xu Que was surprised.
Buttface said in a low voice, "Holy crap! I was freaked out just now. This is not an ordinary building. Just now I sensed a horrible aura. I guess it might come from a cultivator at the Celestial Realm!"
"What? Celestial Realm?" Xu Que was shocked instantly, "Really? Where did you find it?"
"It's true! I went to the kitchen just now. That aura flashed by outside the kitchen. I was not able to track it, but I'm sure it is in this building!" Buttface said in terror.
Xu Que's lips twitched immediately. He sneered at Buttface coldly, "Buttface, you are awesome! I didn't expect you could have sneaked into the kitchen in such a short time!"
Howl! "I just passed by the kitchen! OK, OK, I'll continue to scout the situation!" Buttface ran away diffidently.
Xu Que didn't want to waste his time on Buttface. He also gave up the idea of attacking Lu Zhouhe recklessly. Anyway, he had so many ways to punish this guy. He just didn't want to offend a cultivator at the Celestial Realm for such a small fish! At least, he wouldn't do that before finding the Ten-Millennium-Flower-Dew!
What if he had to confront that powerful cultivator after finding the Ten-Millennium-Flower-Dew? Heh, heh, the Act-Tough Saint won't be scared away by a cultivator of the Celestial Realm!
At the thought of this, Xu Que stared at Lu Zhouhe with a cold smile.
...
After Lu Zhouhe's performance, a lot of people who were itching for a try didn't dare to show themselves. Several highly skilled exerts stepped out and played high-quality compositions with Guzheng, Guqin, or jade flute.
The building was filled with compliments. Even Miss Dong, who was sitting behind the gauze curtain, kept praising them.
However, Xu Que had managed to find out the truth. No matter whether the compositions were happy or sad, that disappointment was always hidden deeply in Miss Dong's eyes. It seemed all those compositions couldn't satisfy her. It was just like the Go Astray she had played just now. She was trying to pursue something new or make some new changes.
Oh? Could it be that.... Xu Que's eyes lit up as if an idea had occurred to him.
Bang!
"Hah, hah, hah...." Xu Que struck the table and laughed loudly.
Swish!
All the rest of the people in this area fixed their eyes on Xu Que.
Xu Que shook his head and said with a proud smile, "Guys, I am not here to blame you! I just want to tell you that all your compositions and poems are rubbish!"
Boom!
His words threw the entire area into a dead silence.
After that, uproar broke out. Everyone stared at Xu Que and accused him angrily.
"Behave yourself!"
"How dare you break the rules of the Dong Family!"
"We've come to an agreement that we won't talk about win or lose today. It is a friendly match. How dare you provoke everyone here?"
"Humph! I've noticed this man for a long time. He started to shake his head disdainfully when Miss Dong read her poem!"
"It's more than that! He always acted like this whenever someone read a poem or played a composition. He even disdained Lord Lu's composition. I didn't expect he would say it in front of us directly! He is so arrogant!"
Many people kept blaming Xu Que angrily. Actually, they had endured him for a long time. They just didn't want to step out and accuse Xu Que in front of the people of the Dong Family. However, now Xu Que had provoked them. They didn't want to put up with him anymore. They also wanted to take this opportunity to vent their anger.
Lu Zhouhe was smiling coldly. He glanced at Xu Que sarcastically because he was trying to annoy Xu Que, so that Xu Que would act out. Now, he thought his plan had worked.
On the contrary, Miss Dong, who was still sitting behind the gauze curtain, was stunned a bit. From the very beginning, she had noticed Xu Que's reactions and expressions. In order to show due respect to everyone in this area, she hadn't asked him for the reason. After all, things like poems or music suited both refined and popular tastes. Different people had different viewpoints and tastes. Nothing could be accepted by everyone. Therefore, she ignored Xu Que and focused on enjoying the performances.
However, she didn't expect that this guy would step out and denounce the works of other people as rubbish. This was outrageous indeed!
"My lord, why do you say that?" Miss Dong asked Xu Que, for she was trying to appease everyone. Her words quieted this area immediately. People just stared at Xu Que angrily.
Xu Que said with a faint smile, "I don't want to waste my time with poems. I could read several lines:
I can barely wake up in spring slumber, as the chirping of birds is heard here and there.
Last night came a stormy rain. To try to count the fallen petals would be a vain task.
 Hey, this is a poem I composed when I was five. It's boring, why are you so surprised?"
All the people in the area were shocked.
Although Xu Que read the poem casually, they realized this poem was quite poetic and visually inspired. Especially the last line "To try to count the fallen petals would be a vain task" could be regarded as an excellent finishing touch!
More important, he said he composed this poem when he was five!
My god! Is this guy a genius?
His talents in poetry are extraordinary!
"I don't think it is necessary for me to read the rest of my poems. Anyway, they are better than this one! That's why I denounced your poems, for they are so terrible that they couldn't be called poems!"
After saying that, Xu Que said with fervor and assurance again, "Moreover, just now I only shook my head for I was doing my best to contain myself! However, after hearing your compositions, sorry, I couldn't hold myself back any longer! Maybe someone is curious about the reason!"
After saying that, Xu Que stopped as he looked at the people in this area. Their dumbfounded expressions made Xu Que smile, "The reason is that I am best at music!"
Wow!
Instantly, the entire area was in an uproar.
What did he say?
Is he best at music?
Does this mean that extraordinary poem he read just now was nothing for him?
His talents in poetry are so remarkable! I didn't expect that it is not his strongest skill! I can't imagine how marvelous his musical skills could be!
...


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

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