Chloe thought how that sounds fantastic. The youngsters can stay as long as they need a roof over their heads? Isn't that too convenient? "And kids don't slack off?"
"After living on the streets or with abusive guardians, they have the drive to succeed. Kids who finish their education want to stay in the area and make this a better place."
Noah pointed at the young African-American woman in black uniform who appeared to be around twenty years old. She was in the classroom, talking with one teen. "That is Zariah. Thanks to this program, she left her violent partner and got a degree in journalism six months ago. Since then, she is working for a local newspaper and she comes here on weekends to help with tutoring kids on creative writing, and in the evenings she stays to chat with girls related to relationships."
Noah didn't mention that Zariah also completed the training in the Army of Chaos, like everyone else who is wearing black uniforms.
"You said that these kids escaped the system. No one came to look for them?", Chloe asked.
"There were a few cases where social workers came for the kids, but we have our ways to repel them.", Noah said mysteriously.
Chloe remembered the fighting arena in the Chaos nightclub. Do kids also come out and do their 'hoo-haa' moves to chase outsiders away? "I'm sure you have."
Noah noticed Chloe's sarcasm. "I don't know what you are imagining, Chloe, but some of these kids were in such a bad shape when we found them that they required medical assistance. Some of them knew things that put them in danger, and we gave them new identities. When we find kids on the street, we first confirm their circumstances, and we try to reunite them with their family members. No one is forced into anything. For kids who are left without grownups to take care of them and who were let down by the system, Blanc provides them a chance for a new life. We took in kids only after verifying that they don't have anywhere else to go, and after confirming that kids are willing."
Noah saw that Chloe relaxed a bit, but she was still skeptical.
"How about you see for yourself?", Noah said and before she could respond, he pulled her into the big classroom.
"Sergeant!", one middle-aged man in a black uniform called when Noah and Chloe entered the room. Everyone who wore black uniforms stood in attention, and kids looked at Noah with curiosity and smiles. Well, curiosity was mostly directed at Chloe, and smiles were toward the point where Chloe's and Noah's hands connected.
Chloe totally forgot that they were holding hands. It felt good and normal and in the hallway were just the two of them. However, now she saw two girls snickering and pointing, and Chloe started tugging her hand away, but Noah tightened his hold. In less than a second, Chloe realized that if she continues struggling she will only make a scene while eccentric Noah will enjoy her embarrassment.
He was holding her hand tightly with a small smile at the corners of his lips like nothing unusual was happening.
"Please continue…", Noah said to what people in black uniforms resumed their work.
"Are you here to assist us?", the middle-aged man asked.
Noah nodded in confirmation. "You know what I can do", Noah said and raised his voice, "Miss Long here is good with numbers so if anyone has math questions, she can help you out."
Chloe's eyes widened. Did Noah just turn her into a math tutor?
She squeezed his hand with an intention to punish him or at least to tell him that she disapproves; how can he do that without asking her first? But his eyebrows shoot up and his smile widened, telling her that he was enjoying it.
Noah inched closer and spoke only for Chloe to hear, "When you hold onto me so tightly, I don't feel like letting go. Should I give you my other hand as well, or would you rather hold some other part of me?"
Chloe gulped softly and the heat which invaded her face told her that she was blushing. How was she supposed to respond to this?
"Miss Long, can you help me?", one girly voice came from the side.
"It seems I am needed elsewhere.", Chloe said to Noah stiffly while trying to ignore his mischievous smirk. She wanted to argue and say some mean things because he was shameless, but she didn't want to raise a fuss in front of the kids.
Noah let go of Chloe's hand and tilted his head toward the direction from where Chloe was called from, silently giving her permission to go.
Chloe was not sure what she got herself into. Last night, she had plans to spruce up her apartment over the weekend, but her seniors showed up and messed up everything. She had dinner with Noah and spent the night in his apartment, and now she is a math tutor.
At first, Chloe thought that Noah is putting her mind into a dizzy, but now she realized that her whole life is jumbled up and she was not sure how to get back in control. The man was handsome, eccentric, and unpredictable, and he made her heart race. A horrifying combination.
"What is your name?", Chloe asked the twelve years-old girl who looked at her expectantly.
"Jennine."
"Nice to meet you, Jennine. I am Chloe. How can I help you?"
"Miss Long, can I be next?", one boy asked to what Chloe nodded before focusing on the girl and her math question which included solving multiple-step word problem with Venn diagrams.
Chloe finished helping the third child in her queue and she was approaching the fourth one while looking around the room, searching for Noah.
She found Noah in the area where computers are, and her steps halted, just as she approached her destination, the desk of her fourth math-customer.
Noah was showing something on the screen to a boy who nodded occasionally and took notes. Two other kids stood one step behind them and listened to what Noah was saying.
"You got this?", she heard Noah ask.
"Yes, sergeant. Thank you, sergeant.", the boy responded sincerely.
"Keep up the great work..."
Noah smiled and ruffled the boy's hair before moving to the right, where his next computer-customer was.
Chloe was lost in a daze, as all this was new for her. Everyone was friendly and encouraging, and she saw all tutors (Noah included) giving their attention to the kids and supporting them to succeed. She had on her mind Noah's previous words, how these children were mistreated and abandoned, yet now they were focused and smiling and that told Chloe that these children found their family here.
Chloe thought how it's ironic that her own blood relatives make her want to flee while this group of strangers makes her feel at home. Here, she felt useful and welcome and appreciated, and no one looked at her as a young Miss of the Long family, and that was a new experience for Chloe.
As Noah moved, he turned and met Chloe's gaze. He smiled warmly and the world stopped. It was as the two of them were the only ones present while an inexplicable bond formed, pulling them closer together, and Chloe really wanted to reduce the distance between them and plunge into Noah's embrace, and somehow… Chloe knew that it's going to be alright.
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Sarah Hill is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of the hacker Omega and her world flips upside-down when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna Hill easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia Hill is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze the situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.
Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.

Mature content! 18+

***SPOILER? - START *** 
The story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***

Excerpt from the novel...

"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until a few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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1st WARNING!!!
Contains descriptions of intimate scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, don’t read it!
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2nd WARNING!!!
This is my first novel! :)
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All participants are now waiting for the competition to commence. Some other schools are underestimating the S Elite Academy since they just represent two little boys for their representative but then the top 10 schools especially the two top schools after S Elite Academy didn't let go of their guard or else they will be doomed. Some participants are relaxing their minds before going for the battle and then some of them are discussing their strategy just what the two little boys did.
"Ken, for the easy level you will answer it all. I will read the questions for you and you will answer them without looking at that screen so that we won't miss the timing to answer. As for the Medium level let me do the answer and you will read the questions."
"I see Bro Jinyu and for the Hard Level we will both read the question in silent then answer as fast as we can then comparing our answers with each other before you will answer on the tab while I'm reminding you of the time limit, right?"
"Uh-uh"
"We can do it Bro Jinyu"
"Yes we will"
Then both said at the same time "for free tuition fees and for piano"
Everyone heard the MC's reminders
"Alright everyone 20 seconds to go please be in mind that it will a non-stop so please mind the time limit. Okay and after I count, all of you may start now, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"
All Participants are now using their own strategy and focus their attention on the competition. The spectators and Teacher in charge are all quiet and cheering them silently to avoid them disturbing their concentration, except for where the bunch of kids is seating since they commented on every question but not so loud that just enough for them to hear their conversation.
Yuki: What the heck? They really give 15 seconds per question, are they all monsters?
Jinxi: Bro Yuki you're too noisy
Yuhan: I don't know how Ken and Bro Jinyu still concentrates but it's 15 seconds still too short for you to answer Math questions even it's an Easy Level you know.
Ellyn: My mind going to explode guys
Both: [Yuhan and Jinxi] what? Don't tell me you're answering each question?
Ellyn: Yup I did but I didn't catch up it's too fast for me and now my mind is going to explode now.
Yuhan: You just need to watch and silently cheering them up you know
Ellyn: Eh, really?
Yuhan: ...…..
Yuki: Don't worry Ellyn I can relate with you because I also tried to answer and my mind going to explode any seconds by now.
Jinxi: Then don't answer for the sake of your mind.
Yuhan: You two you're not the representative so you don't need to answer it, okay?
Jinxi: Right, right and especially you Bro Yuki, you're the Science Fair champion so how can you react like an ordinary one, huh?
Yuki: Well Math and Science is very different you know
Rei: Now, now kids stop with that and look out at the screen monitor. All 64 schools have the same scores and 20 questions to go.
All: Eh? [Then all the kids looking at the Score Monitors' screens and indeed every participant have the same score.] 'Are they all monsters?' How can they answer math questions as if it just a yes or no question?'
Well, it is expected, after all, it's an easy level and all of the participants are the best among the best so it will be a shame if they will get eliminated on Easy Level. Each of their Teacher in charge sighing in relief when they realize that their representative is still safe and that didn't get eliminated for the first round but then on the Medium level one by one got eliminated every 30 seconds since they didn't catch up answering the questions and so after 15 minutes, out of 64 half of them continue participating but then at the end of the Second Round there are only 16 Schools can continue for the Final Round.  
The participants who got eliminated looking at the scoreboards and they are two schools that have the same perfect score, of course, they didn't know which schools yet after all the organized didn't announce and disclose their school entry.
"Auntie Rei, Auntie Rei"
"Yes, Ellyn?"
"What's Bro Ken and Yu's school entry?"
"28"
All: [Kids] eh? So they got a perfect score for the easy level and medium level?
Rei: Indeed
All: 'What a monster indeed?'
Tae: Ah, right kids' number 32 are the representative from the S Gifted International School and Academe
All: Eh and how did you know Uncle Tae?
Tae: By their school uniforms kids.
All: I see
Tae: [Whisper to his wife] Woo Jin and Roux kids are both smart huh
Rei: Yeah indeed
Tae: So how about our kids then?
Rei: You mean Ken and Jinyu?
Tae: Not them Hon and what I mean is our own kids, so which kids are smarter, my kids or Woo Jin's kids?
Rei: ...….. [got speechless]
Tae: Nah, they must be but my kids are smarter after all I have an amazing wife
Rei: ...…..[got speechless for the second time]
Ellyn: Ah, Auntie Rei look, 5 questions to go and the final round will end but the two schools still got a perfect score so how will Bro Ken and Yu win then?
Rei: Tie Breaker Ellyn
At the same time, the MCs announce who's the 3rd placer before announcing the next announcement.
"Alright, everyone our 3rd Placer for the Math Fair is from the Nobles International Academy with a score of 170/175. As for the 1st placer and 2nd placer, we will be going for the Tie-Breaker Rounds since the two schools are tied with a perfect score. The tiebreaker will be having the same rules for the Hard Level and so one mistake from between of the two schools will be automatically the second placer while the school who got it right will be the 1st placer, so now may I call the School Entry Number 28 and 32 Representatives to go on stage for the Tie-Breaker rounds."  
Four students standing up from their assigned seats and now go on stage, of course, every one of them gasping because the two of four of them are the little boys who represent S Elite Academy based on their school uniforms.
"I------ I never expected that these two little boys got a perfect score and may I know your School Entry Number?"
"28" Both answered in sync.
"I see 28 and so number 32 is assigned for S Gifted International School and Academe. Miss and Young Boy, how do you feel now?"
"...….." The two siblings didn't answer because they are still concentrating but suddenly someone shouting from the student's spectators' sides.
"Sis Woona and Bro Ji, please win and got the 1st place"
"Hey Anna, are you insane? You're cheering our rival school?"
"Nah S Ladies Academy already eliminated so it will be alright now"
"....."
"Ha, ha, ha, I never expect that S Gifted...…" got interrupted because someone also cheering for S Elite Academy.
"Bro Jinyu/Yu and Bro Ken go for it" cheered both Ellyn and Lynel in sync as if the two practice this cheer.


Din Lou Rei, a chic and quiet type but also a petite, slim, and cute lady who happened to meet her destined partner, Jun Tae Woo. From watching him only on TV and Monitor Screen to be personally meet him through of string of fate and meet him in a very unique situation yet dangerous.

"I hope you know that I'm your biggest fans"

Who will get in love first between the two leads? Is it her who came from a different country or him who always having busy schedules because he is an idol and a famous one?

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”



Mr. Myers is my English teacher. He can be a bit eccentric and hyper but the students still love him. Everyone can tell that he has a passion for teaching. He rarely looks unhappy. Even when a student gets on his nerves, he finds a way to stay positive. Boy oh boy, I wish that I could stay calm like that all the time. Anyways, I enter class get seated in my desk. The bell doesn't ring for another 10 minutes so I was here early. I decided to work on some math homework. The exact questions that Mrs. Granger had on the board were on the front page. I finished it quickly, double checked, and went on to the next eight questions. Mr. Myers came up to me and said, "Hey, Mira! How's it goin'?" I looked up and said, "I'm okay Mr. Myers, and you?" He grinned and said, "I'm good. Since you're so good at math, why don't you enter the math competition?" I shook my head and said, "Sorry, Mr. Myers but I'm not interested." Before he went back to his desk, he tapped my homework and said, "You have so much potential, Mira. Don't let those other kids get to you." I nodded my head and said, "I know." I stopped doing my math homework to think for a second. Mr. Myers doesn't understand. Talk about boldness, I did think about doing the competition but I don't do well with pressure AND limited time. The real reason is that I don't want another thing for the kids to make fun of me for. Sure, I get on the white kids side a few times, but they don't truly accept me. If I won, they would think I'm stuck up and better than them. However, my mind along with some others are different then the common Anglo-Saxon individual. There is no color in my mind. The is only one race, the human race. How long will it take for everyone to accept us...to accept me? The bell rang and interrupted my thoughts. Everyone else stormed into the classroom, then class started soon afterwards. Today, we talked about analyzing and interpreting literature. My love for reading and daydreaming has paid off. I understood most, if not all of what Mr. Myers. Sometimes I like to learn about new things before they are taught. Call me stuck-up or smartass but that's just me. I am who I am and I won't change anything about it for the world. Whenever the teacher asked a question, I got it right. There were times where paper balls and names were being thrown at me but I stayed calm. I couldn't stoop to their level and be "the uncontrollable mixed girl". Mr. Myers always allows us to read or talk quietly with friends. Nobody in class wants to talk to me so I either talk with the teacher, continue reading a good book, or try to rest my eyes. Today, I choose to rest my eyes because I was tired. Not physically tired, mentally. 

I was sick of all the hate in this world for race. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about it. Dad wants be to stay strong while Mama thinks we should still go back to the North. I am like the son that Dad never had. I know Mama has a right to be scared but Dad is right. I shall not be moved. I won't give up so easily. I will not give in to the "superior race" and their twisted thoughts about how blacks and whites cannot mix. The bell rang and it was time for Science. 

Mr. Stark was my science teacher. This old man had more energy than a bus full of kids on a Friday. Today's lesson was about inertia and physical force. Mr. Stark made us watch a video, had a short lecture, then made us work on a packet individually. We were allowed to use the book underneath our desks so it was easy work. I was the second person finished and decided to finish that math homework. Before class ended, Mr. Starks looked directly at me and said, "Mira Washington, I would like to have a word with you." I nodded my head and said, "Yes, sir." When the bell rang and the students left Mr. Starks asked if I was going to enter in the science competition. I looked at him for a second. Mr. Starks is sort of fake. He'll act all racist and commanding during class but when he talks to me privately he shows no hate at all. When we first met, he asked me to forgive him because he had to maintain his "white dignity". Anyways, I responded to Mr. Stark and said, "No sir, I am not interested. " Mr. Starks looked confused and asked me why. I know that I would breakdown if I explained to him what was going on inside my head so I simply said, "I just don't want to, sir. I don't wish to engage myself in these type of activities at the moment." He gave me a similar look to Mr. Myers, took a deep breath, looked at ceiling, then said, "So you know you have potential but you don't appreciate it? C'mon, Mira. I know you can do this. Don't be ridiculous, just be yourself and try your best. That's all that matters." I responded by saying, "Well, I could say the same for you, Mr. Myers." He gave me a sorry look but it doesn't fix the way he acts toward me in class. I got up and left the room. 

I had so much rage but I couldn't blow up till after school. I wanted to cry...I wanted Atlas. Instead of finding him, I sucked up my emotions and took deep breathes. Holding in emotions is such a talent. People can never understand how I am feeling with my straight face. I took my last breathe then entered history class with 2 minutes left to spare.

Mira Washington is a mixed girl who comes from the North. Her dad is white and her mom is black. When Mira's dad decides that the family should move to the South, things take a new turn. Mira will go on multiple journeys and find out if what she heard about in the South is true, how people will treat her, and make new friends, like Atlas, along the way. Most importantly, Mira will finally get to know who she is/her identity as a mixed girl.

After talking to Mr. Yang, I am on my way to my first class. To my advisees.
Freshmen Class A.
10A for short.
I am now outside the classroom of 10A. I see both sliding doors of the room open while looking at the sign of the classroom.
I can still see a few students, two, three, five, going inside and out the room.
"10-A."
Out of nowhere, one female student is already greeting me.
"Good morning! (bows)"
I greet her back with a slight bow, "Oh. Good morning, too."
"You must be the new teacher, Mr. James Lee."
"Yes. I'm the new teacher. I see you have a bright smile there."
"Oh, really, Mr. Lee?"
I glance at her name pin located at the left side of her blazer.
"Yoon Min Young."
So she's one of my students.
I take a glance at the windows of the classroom only to see faces of my advisees.
It's like they're looking at a celebrity.
.
.
.
Oh, right. That would be me.
Tall nose, double eyelids, clear skin, V-line face. That's the kind of face I have. A celebrity face.
Plus, I'm tall so that's a bonus.
I look back at Minyoung. "It's class time."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Lee."
She looks at the windows only to see her classmates peeking at us. She's so shocked that she jumped backwards as a reflex.
"Oh my gosh!"
Minyoung looks at me again then I give her a signal to go inside the room with my head.
She responds back with a bow and immediately goes inside the room. Meanwhile, I drive the students from inside away from the windows by waving towards them with my left palm facing up.
I see none of them peeking. Now, I'm ready to walk through the right door, where I'll immediately meet the chalkboard.
I'm not going to walk inside the room as a typical teacher.
I'm going to walk inside the room as James Lee.
I'm gonna do things my way.
I rest my left elbow against the door and my right against the door frame while holding my stuff. In addition to stance, I want to lean my head slightly forward to see the whole class.
This might be my signature entrance from now on.
And it's crazy because I've never done this before.
Everyone's in their seats. I can hear whispers and mumbles from them.
They're into my handsomeness. Really.
"Hi."
Yes. I just casually greeted them with that. I bet they're surprised now.
Actually, no. The volume of the noise slowly increases.
Oh, that girl…
Minyoung's deskmate.
I think I saw her before.
I'll get into her later. For now, I'll continue my entrance.
I walk towards the table and put my things down.
I turn to the class to greet them again, formally this time.
The noise slowly decreases until it reaches zero.
"Good morning, Class A.
My name is James Lee."
While talking, I walk to the front of the table and lean my buttocks on it while crossing my arms.
"I'm going to be your adviser for this school year."
The class starts to make noise again. They can't help but just admire the fact that I'm going to be their teacher.
Guess it can't be helped.
"Before we go on to the real thing, do you have any questions?"
I see Minyoung raising her hand.
"Yes, Minyoung?"
"Your name is an English name."
"Yeah."
"Are you from America, by any chance?"
"Yep."
As I told my answer to Minyoung's question, the noise increases.
Other students start to ask me their questions without hesitation.
"How old are you?"
"American age, 25. Korean age, 26."
"Where did you teach before?"
"Los Angeles. Great place for basketball."
"Where did you study?"
"UCLA."
"What skin care do you use?"
"Skin care?
Water."
"How tall are you?"
"Five feet and ten inches."
After getting bombarded by questions, it's finally time for a homeroom discussion.
I sit on the table and place my right leg on top of my left thigh.
"Mr. Lee! The table!"
"Ahhhh, don't worry about it. I checked this last time. It's sturdier than I thought.
For
Alright, for those who haven't checked the schedule, please do it now."
"You're teaching math, Mr. Lee?"
"Yes, I do.
Now tell me. What are your thoughts on math?"
"It's hard."
"True.
I know you've been preparing, basically, your life for Suneung.
Even with my carefreeness, I have no right to say anything about it since I never experienced it.
Now that you're high school students, it's gonna be harder than before.
However, here's what I have to say to you…
Right now, forget the fact that there's Suneung. It only adds stress to your studies. Turn that switch off and focus on math."
I leave the table, go to the board and pick up a piece of chalk.
"If you hate math, you have no choice but to face it. Since you're here now.
Yes, it sounds sinister. You're there hating on math, solving math, frequent mistakes.
Well here's the thing…"
I write on the board:
M - istakes
A - llow
T - hinking
H - appen
I read it, "Mistakes allow thinking happen."
Minyoung interrupts, "Isn't there a case that the more we make mistakes, the less we succeed?"
"That's because you're not even trying... to think.
And that happens because you're not motivated.
Motivate yourself to push further.
If you don't have motivation, find it. If you can't, let one help you."
"And what if we're too stubborn?" another student asked.
"That's why I'm here."
I point myself with my left palm, "I can be your motivation. I bet you're having a crush on me now."
The students laugh at the latter statement.
I continue, "Class A, don't be scared of taking my class. I can teach you with any way I can. I can teach you shortcuts. And by shortcuts I mean solution shortcuts, not cheating.
I'm here to save the day. (raises right hand) Who's with me?"
The students raise their hands little by little until all are raised.
This is my way. To motivate them and make them happy in times of stress.
I've been that kind of teacher from my first day of teaching.
But this moment… reminds me thirteen years ago. When I was in Portland.
I would tutor five kids about math every Saturday morning at the park nearby the house. Back then, we would feel excited to know all of them got correct answers. High fives, fist bumps, etc. And at the end of every tutor, we would circle around and shout "MATH!"
The kids' parents were very grateful to me as I did it for free.
One day, I tutored the kids as usual. But I never thought that it would be the last time with them, as my life would take a detour later that night.
I tell my advisees to huddle and put their hands on the center.
The huddle is tight and there is a lot of pushing. Somehow they manage to get their hand on the center.
"Fighting in one, two, three!"
"FIGHTING!"
"Nice! Okay, get back to your seats now. You still have to introduce yourselves."


LEEctionary:
Suneung - Korean term for College Scholastic Ability Test or CSAT, a test to get into college; happens every November.

James Lee is a Korean-born American teacher who is currently teaching in a Korean high school as per his friend's recommendation after gaining teaching experience from America. He is assigned to be the adviser of Freshmen Class A. 

Students start to like their new teacher, but little do they know that he's not just some good-looking charismatic teacher.

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This is my first ever work and I'm just writing this for fun. If there's anything illogical or something BS to the story, don't be surprised. I'm just a newbie. Anyways, enjoy reading! 

- Y.J. Shin

Even after walking out of class, the group of kids followed Faust out, they kept commenting insolent things, throwing insults at him while maintaining their distance between them and him, as if Faust was some dalit to stay away from.
"Who is the shorty of our school? It's the amazing Faust! Hahaha."
"Creepy! hey creepy! We're calling you, why do you run away?"
*You are thin and short Faust! You have diseases, prone to them."
"He is going to be a dwarf even when he grows up."
"Where are your parents? Did they die? You should have just died too." 
Each kid from the group takes turns to pass mean commentary about Faust. Even the kids in the corridor bursts out in mocking laughter when they saw a kid of their age getting bullied.
"H-hey you guys, why don't you give it a rest? Let him be." Finally a kid in specs from another class stands up to the bullies yet hesitatingly.
Faust notices that someone stood up for him, his steps become smaller and he tries to see who it is from the corner of his eye. He tries not to turn his head all the way back.
His eyes gets widened at the sight before him. He immediately turns his head back and scrunched his eyes shut tightly.
Standing there, was an average-looking girl, definitely not some overbearing delinquent to 'protect' him. Her fair complexion made her silky, long, chestnut coloured hair stand out, those strands were dancing around her back, the cold breeze slightly messing them up. Her floral scent was alluring, a whiff enough to make anyone sigh in love. If she were to be described in one word, it would be 'refreshing'. Faust instantly felt ashamed of himself.
*"A girl raised her voice in a corridor filled with thirty kids to defend someone. Why can't I, stand up for myself?"* Faust is annoyed with the thought and tries to keep walking in despair, with an inner battle going on.
"Hey look who it is! the inhibited girl of the school. Hahaha, what are you going to do? Go on a rampage? Go home and take your anti-depressants, if you don't want the whole school to bully you too." A kid leading the group of bullies answers back to the girl, threatening her.
Faust stops again in his traces. But before he could open his mouth.
"Hey isn't it the rude girl Caitlyn who cusses? She even goes crazy fighting with teachers."
"Yes! It's that crazy girl, she's even selected with the top kids of our village to take the test and go to the mainland. Why is she standing up to that diseased kid? Eww! I Can't even look at that guy."
"Oh! oh! what is happening? The Noble's daughter is going to make a scene again here? Are we going to see another rage moment from that crazy girl?" 
All the other kids in the corridor mutters mean things in a low voice about Caitlyn. But it is loud enough to reach both Faust's and the girl's ears.
She immediately clench her fists and bends her head low not being able to control her anger any longer and takes a long breathe. She turns back away from the group of bullies and starts walking fast. "I'm not crazy, you people made me crazy." She whispers under her breath as she walked.
Faust's ears caught the painful words of the girl, he understood that she is lonely in her own world, isolated by everyone. 
"Yes yes! Keep walking without looking back before we call the asylum. Crazy chick!" Another kid mocks at her while she keeps walking. Her momentary breathing becomes faster with every step she takes.
*"It's all his fault! His fault that I am like this! I do not want to shout or yell and make everyone listen to my voice. I do not want to be enraged and slap my self later for the stupid things I say. It is all your fault dad. This is my destiny, my life that I hate so much."* She crosses her arms by placing her hands on her elbows while feeling lonely, the poor soul was insecure, afraid and scared of her fellow human beings.
"She's is not crazy! Take it back." Faust finally yells out loud, his voice resonates around the corridor loud and crystal clear.
He turns back to face the bullies. His face does not show any kind of fear, eyes doesn't even flinch for a millisecond. He stares right into the eyes of the kid that mocked Caitlyn as his eyebrows meet together.
Caitlyn is surprised and frozen in her steps. She turns back instantly without wasting anytime to see if it's really the voice of Faust that she heard. 
*Two years ago in the school*
Eight year old Caitlyn is focussing on what her teacher is teaching. It is the math class, her least favourite subject. But she is still trying to focus her every brain cell in learning the lesson.
As her teacher enters into subtraction of two big numbers. Ears of Caitlyn perks up upon hearing noises from the ground which is on her left.
She is sitting next to a window on her left, so she casually lifts her head up stretching her neck, to have a look at the noises appearing from outside.
It is Physical Development class (PD in short), for the kids from other classes. Her gaze first lands on a couple of kids playing tag with chuckles and laughter. The faces of those kids are lighting up with excitement and happiness . Shifting her gaze she finds two people running quickly from point A to point B to see which one of them is first to reach point B starting from A.
"Ahh! how lucky right Kay? They get to play in PD class. And we are stuck in Math and this is a hell of a boring class." Another girl sitting behind Caitlyn talks to her while sulking on their current situation.
"Hehe, yes. I wonder who discovered this math, I want to go back in time to kill them so we won't have this math class." Caitlyn replies back with a mischievous smirk towards her friend.
"Hahaha yes girl! You read my mind. Ahh I know you all are playing, why are you all so loud." Saying, the girl looks at the same couple of guys that Caitlyn is watching.
"Well? Are you crushing over those big guys? One of them is a noble like you too." She says.
"Ah no! The game they are playing is nice! Competing to see who wins in a running race. I like competitive games. I'm cheering for the noble though, since he is smaller than the other one." Caitlyn replies while pointing to Roy.
"Ah! That is Roy, you don't know his name? I thought being Nobles, you guys know each other."
"What? No, I just saw him a couple of times. When I visited my dad's work."
"Ahhhh the other one's name is Nicholas by the way, he is the son of the chief guard.* 
"Oh! No wonder he is bigger than all the kids in his class haha." Both Caitlyn and her friend laughs together.
"Oh! Wait! There are three of them!" Her friend says in a surprise.
"What? Oh yes! How come I never noticed him all the time we were watching?" Caitlyn asks while looking at little Faust.
"Oh probably cause he is too little and thin to be noticed right?" Her friend laughs while saying.
"Hmm.. you must be right." Caitlyn stares at Faust, kind of being impressed by him.
"I changed! I'm rooting for that little guy now!" Caitlyn says in an excited tone.
"Oh you always cheer the weak looking ones. Weirdo!"
"No! I like it when weaker ones, try their best and win. Strong guys already have an advantage, so I root for weaker ones."
"I think his name is Faust."
"Faust, huh…?"
"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh I-I will win this time for sureeeee." Faust yells at Nick and Roy while trying to catch up to them.
*"He is trying hard."* Caitlyn muddles in her head, concluding from his expressions and efforts.


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The aftermath of 'end of the world' and how the new beginning aroused with the discoveries of new magical realms. new sword arts and ancient martial arts. But what is beyond that? beyond our Third Dimension and beyond the earth and beyond human? how did humans come to existence? how do humans possess knowledge and is different from any other being? 

And a kid who doesn't realize the powers he is blessed with, as pain is the only thing that helped him grow faster and learn about the bitter truth about humans.

Fear, curiosity, anxiety, helplessness, powerless, worthless, selfish, being used, being ignored, isn't cared, isn't loved and more and more and all these feelings are killing him from inside while his life is hitting him harder and harder and breaking his will, his wish to live and keeps knocking him down. 

So one day he started liking all these feelings and decided that he had enough and says "I WANT TO FUCK THIS WORLD AND BE ON TOP AND RULE IT, I will pay everyone back with double the price. Even god, he needs to pay for his creation." while laughing like a maniac.

So I ask you....

Do you believe in gods? They reside in higher dimensions. And until now we have only discovered 11 dimensions, we cannot go further than that. This is about the world in 5062, land on earth has been reduced to one third. Only one continent exists, all of humanity from all regions and ethnicities had to live together on one land. During this chaos, the best group of scientists found gateways on earth to travel to different dimensions. Each dimension is a new world with its own laws of physics and principles, and new elements of nature.



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"Knowing the enemy enables you to take the offensive, knowing yourself enables you to stand on the defensive."

–Sun Tzu, The Art of War
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Elizabeth



"What the hell happened to you?!"

"I was attacked AllFall. Duh."

"By who?" Alien asked.

The Baron glanced at me, he had only walked in. He didn't look hurt but looked like he had skated across the room of the mansion with his backpack grapple.

"AllFall? Could you get Sarah from the academy and take her to the dojo for me? Don't get anything flashy and tell her I won't be able to check on her progress today."

He didn't trust me enough to hear much but hey, only people who really knew him was Weyha, Alien, and... A.o.D.D. Before he left he turned and added,

"And oh, AllFall? Please help Sarah with whatever work she gets from the academy, okay?"

Then he left.

Turns out I was babysitting with the chauffeur today...

We were in an old Escalade and we were heading into the poorer parts of town. I began to get alarmed; was this all simply a trap? Was he attacked by Angels that somehow knew me?

"Hey," I asked the chauffeur, "where are we going?"

He shrugged, "To pick up Sarah." He met my eyes on the rear view, "Why?"

I shrugged in reply.

"So," he asked hesitantly, "you were in China?"

"Yeah," I said it in a way that implied that he better cut to the chase.

"Well," he bobbled his head nervously, "I heard the seats are on the passenger side and all. T'was just wondering about the cars. Me and my brothers used to street race but we never went international."

"Oh really?" I said not entirely to interested but having some small talk was nice.

"Yeah, but uh... I've been kinda wanting to tell someone something."

'So much for small talk' I mentally groaned.

"I've normally went to my superiors about stuff but this is more delicate..."

"A woman?" I dryly guessed.

"I was Obsidian's chauffeur at the Boss' wedding," he started with determination to get it off his chest before he lost his chance, "and she was a crying sobbing mess."

Wow, wasn't expecting that...

I blinked a few times...

Then I recalled the strange and angry glances she was giving when the Angels came.

"Oh my God."

"Yeah," he said watching me in the rear view, "delicate."

I wasn't going to voice it aloud but Obsidian likes the Baron.

"I ain't no drama hound but I don't know if I can go to the Baron. Not only because of how delicate it is but because I am simply the chauffeur. It had me concerned, especially after the whole Magmantis thing."

And that was when I deduced that someone told him something...

"What had happened hmm?" I asked, fishing if he actually knew or not.

"You don't know by now?"

"I remember Alien saying something about Salamay in a love triangle? Did Alien put you up to this?"

His silence answered me.

"I'll make sure to talk to him about it."

"We're here by the way."

And I nearly jumped when Sarah rapped on the window. I reached over and opened the door and she came in with a smile... 

...that faded.

"Sarah!" I exclaimed.

She had a pink dolphin backpack, a white tee with Minions, a long sleeve undershirt and a black skirt with leggings. All of which were smudged with dirt to conceal the fact that her illegal guardian can afford three-million dollar Maserati Birdcages ten times the worth of a Lamborghini.

"What?" She asked, oblivious to how she was hanging out the open door.

"I-" surprised, "I didn't know you went to school."

"Yeah," she said sheepishly.

"Sarah?" The chauffeur said.

She apologized when she took a seat next to me and said,

"Yeah, I didn't know that you were acrobatic as well..."

She didn't know it, but I deduced that is what the others were talking about. The thought seemed wrong but this might be a good time for information...

...even if it is from a six year old.

"So," I said crossing my hands over each other, "how was your day?"

She stuck out her lip,

"It was good. It's just... Teddy used to pick me up from school."

I licked my lips and tried to compose a good answer. The knife named, "You killed Teddy" wrenched deeper into me.

"I-I'm sorry that he isn't here anymore Sarah."

"It's okay, you didn't do it and I will always have Fluffy!"

She held up a snow globe with a bunny in it. That must be what Fluffy stays in when he's not biting people's heads off.
After a few more minutes I tried to start some small talk,

"So, do you like going to the circus?"

She bobbled he head, Fluffy's globe in her lap, "Kinda..."

"You don't? Have you ever snuck in? That's what me and my family did on occasion."

Her emotions flatlined, and she shifted her gaze to mine,

"The Baron told me to not ask about people's families because most of them were not good."

I pursed my lips.

"But you seem to have a good family right?"

"You know," I said old pain rising, "now that you say it. I don't want to talk about my family anymore."

They're dead after all...

"But no," she resumed in her old rigor, "we never snuck into one. That'd be fun but Baron told me to not even say the word circus or family sometimes. He told me they're trigger words."

"Why are they trigger words?" Why would the Baron tell a six year old this? She replied in an ominous darkness,

"Thread Walker's family had a circus, and they were NOT good."

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The dojo was a converted old Boys and Girls Club. It was a solid enough set up for martial arts and acrobatics that an Angel could practice there. Sarah today had a lot of homework and was in the area where kids used to play air hockey and ping pong. It had bean bag chairs, couches and tables perfect for city kids before the Second Depression to get their homework done before they played basketball or something.
I was watching her do bar division at lamplight. I don't know why a lone gas lamp was her school light of choice but it was nice.

"What's three-hundred fifty-six divided by three?"

I smiled and rose a brow, I was resting my head on my propped arm and mumbled,

"Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

"I don't know! The kids next to me keep distracting me! I'm going to kill them one day I swear!"

I frowned... and she looked at me,

"I didn't really mean that Elsa."

"Elsa?"

"Yeah! Elsa's cool!"

"Wow," I said with a genuine smile, "that's punny."

She smiled sheepishly as I drank from my water bottle.

"Alien told me what a pun was! Ha! That's..."

Funny? Punny? Bunny? We just laughed and then I took another sip,

"Yeah, one day, I was annoying Alien right? He told me that maybe when I am twelve that I will have a kid..."

Needless to say, I spewed the water that I was drinking...

"He did not!"

"Yeah..." she said in thought, "I still don't know what he meant. The Baron would never tell me. Can you?"

"Uhh..." for some reason I felt NO wasn't a good answer so I said, "you got math to do."

She let her head fall into her math book and whine from out the pages,

"I don't wanna do it, and Teddy isn't here to help!"

After getting over that knife I named earlier twisting I asked,

"So the Baron would teach you karate and stuff right?"

She had her head positioned so I could see her smile,

"He teaches me to 'fight'. Like if a boy grabs me I knee him in the crotch and punch him in the throat!"

Gawd what are they teaching these kids? Well, she does have a evil hulk-like bunny that rips people apart...

"Has anyone taught you that learning to fight is like a discipline?"

She glanced up and pursed her lips, and watched me when she said,

"Teddy did. He said he was like a mentor to me." She watched my reaction and asked, "Why do you get sad when I or anyone else mentions Teddy?"

I gave her a dark look, the gravity of my tone increased,

"You. Have. Math. To. Do."

She frowned,

"About discipline?" She squeaked...

I... tried to smile reassuringly,

"Fighting, is a discipline for the body. Math, is the same thing but for the mind. Would it help if you envisioned math as a battle with your mind?"
She looked at her math problems with a new interest,

"Maybe..."

"I'm not a crazy historian or anything but I think even Roman soldiers would learn math to discipline their minds. With disciplined minds they would make better decisions in battle."

"Wow..." then she looked at me, "there's a problem. What does discipline mean again?"

I smiled and shook my head...

This is going to be a long and interesting math session...

-

While Sarah was figuring out her math I was thinking about trigger words. I had made a little list of everyone's names on my phone that I saved for later. I deduced that if I can figure out the trigger words it would tell me a lot about the others.

"So," I asked over ice cream after a long math day, "I am kinda new here and I was wondering if you could tell me the trigger words. I just don't want to accidentally step on anyone's toes..."

She observed me a moment and smiled mischievously, "Only if you give me a soda."

I smiled shaking my head, I glanced at my watch and said,

"It's nine o'clock and you got school tomorrow..."

"So?" She asked with an evil grin that would make the others proud.

I reluctantly gave her a soda.

"Well, I don't have any trigger words but if Fluffy thinks I'm in danger he'll..." she paused for effect, "fluff you."

She opened the canned soda and sipped before continuing,

"Thread Walker has a few. Don't say freak or circus and especially circus freak. Watch out when you talk about throwing knives at people. Oh, and fathers."

She poked her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in thought and said,

"Obsidian has a few. Don't call her ugly, weird, or goth... or ugly weird goth. She's sensitive to bullies and some other things I can't think of right now."

She massaged her temples with two of her fingers while resting her elbows on the table for a moment,

"Ugh, math," she took a sip and continued, "Alien is pretty sensitive as well, especially when MasterLock is concerned," I rolled my eyes to that (of course he is), "one time when MasterLock was newer on the team Alien held a knife to Angel's crotch and said, 'if you say one more thing'-"

"Honey," I said sheepishly, "skip that part."

"Okay, ummm, don't call him stupid or talk about comas or sisters or perhaps sisters with comas? Don't mention retards or mental disorders or illnesses."

"How do you know what those are?"

She thought and said, "I made the mistake of asking him."

"Okay," she scratched her head, "Weyha doesn't have any but before he gets really mad he'll call you sunshine. MasterLock is the same way if she says 'sugar' dryly."

"Ooh!" She added quickly, "Do. Not. I repeat. Do. Not. Talk about fathers to the Baron. Don't you dare call him ugly, useless, worthless, or good for nothing."

She sipped her soda, "And I think- No!" 

She added, "Do. Not. Go into the Baron's smashed room!"

"What is it?"

"That door with barricades? The barricades are to mar the hateful door he told me. He went in there to think the other day but he isn't in there very often," she licked her ice cream, "I think."

When given the choice between a greater evil and a lesser one do you just not choose? Or is that a choice in itself? What if you choose neither, stop kissing butt, start kicking butt and take control for your own dang self?                         The world is in chaos. The common man cannot makes ends meet in a Second World Depression. Behind the black lines of secrets super villains fight against the world and each other, politicians are in crime lords' pockets and more but what will happen when a villain stops fighting the world and fights fire with fire in the common man's favor?
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The Black Baron has been getting some hype on MyDarkSide and lives in opulence. Never an anarchist, he kept mainly to himself as his saying goes, "Me and mine; screw the rest." That was until Dan, his father of a friend, died at the omnipotent hands of the international super villain syndicate: The Dragoons...
  ... Dan's dying wish plays hard on the Baron's mind: to make his life count.
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Elizabeth is Dan's daughter. A daughter whom was stripped from her family by a draft into the Angels; an international secret super police that is headed by Gabriel aka the ArchAngel. (Those are just names no real demons vs. angels lol)
  After rising high in rank she has been privileged with a peculiar mission: an undercover mission into the Baron's inner circle. But as her and Gabriel, the ArchAngel, were discussing,
     "So you're giving me a small undercover task?"
     "Well..." he said bobbing his head side to side unsurely, "undercover missions tend to unfold from sounding like that into things much more *delicate*."
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With forbidden love and crap loads of cloak and dagger... what could go wrong? During her stay with her father's indirect killer, Elizabeth begins to see that people are people; whether it be a Castro or Lincoln... and the "Castro's"; though cruel, though malevolent, they seem to be like the family she never had. The deeper she gets the harder it is to betray them... or to keep up her little game of Mafia she must play to survive.
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Moderately mature.                       Originally written on Wattpad some years back. Depending on how much you all like it I may pick it back up.

'Huh? Why am I still alive?'
The pain in my chest which I felt a few moments ago disappeared and I was suddenly moved into a room?
"Where the heck am I?"
Scanning at my surroundings, it doesn't look like a hospital at all. In fact, it didn't even look like a proper place for a human to live in.
Rotten wall, dusty ceiling.
'But why does this room look very familiar?'
That cupboard and the familiar stickers on it. As well as that school bag.
Wait...
Isn't this my old bedroom?
Is this a flashback of my life in heaven? Did I return to the past?
Even my hand became younger.
Bam*
"How long are you going to sleep? Eat your damned breakfast and go to school."
A fierce-looking man barged into the room. He then proceeds to drag me out of the bedroom aggressively, not treating me as human but as an object.
'Big brother?'
What the hell is this!
Why am I a child again?!
Did I actually return to my past?
I have long forgotten everything about my past, I didn't want to remember about it because there was nothing good to be remembered about in my past.
I could be considered as the most pathetic person in the world. I was the worst of the worst.
Thankfully, researching and making games made me forget about my dark past but since I'm here again, being dragged by my brother in the same old way, I start to remember my dark past again.
My poor family and my horrible old self. I remembered how much I disappointed them in the past.
Seeing me making a blank expression instead of struggling out of his grip. Mervin was confused.
'Hm? He didn't struggle?'
'Usually, he would always start annoying rants at this time.'
'For example, I don't want to go to school or I want to sleep ten minutes more.'
Finally arrived at the table, Mervin left me on the floor and proceeded to eat his own breakfast.
I was still lying down on the floor as I was organizing my thoughts.
"Oi stop day-dreaming!"
"After you ate, change into your school uniform or else you're going to be late."
Mervin's yelling woke me up. Without complaining, I started to eat my breakfast?
Plain rice and dried anchovies on the side. Other than that, there's nothing on the table.
While eating, I unconsciously stare at Mervin.
Seeing me being weird, Mervin spoke with a mouthful. "What's wrong? Don't like the food?"
Gulped*
Realizing that I was staring at him awkwardly I immediately looked away.
Mervin then resumes eating. As always, he ate as fast as he could so he could go to work.
Judging from how young Mervin looked, I should have returned to around the 2000s.
Which means I should still be in middle school.
"This is your school allowance, don't f*cking buy expensive snacks."
I nodded my head quietly.
"Then I'm off to work, study properly you hear me!?."
Bam*
Mervin went off, leaving me alone in the house.
Yes, my brother is already working despite he's only one year older than me.
Looking at Mervin who is running frantically to his workplace. The 'me' right now should be ashamed.
Though I'm not sure. From what I remembered, Father always opposed the idea of me going to school but Mervin wanted to at least give me, his younger brother, an opportunity to study.
Because of me, he didn't get to study. He sacrificed himself to give me the opportunity to study.
He works very hard to help pay the school fees for me, though father still helped to pay the majority of the fees, it was still admirable for thirteen years old to earn money.
'I can't believe I used to hate him to death.'
The more I thought about my dark past, the more I hate myself.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I noticed there's not much time left.
I quickly finish all of the food and wear my school uniform. It was odd to wear a uniform again but nevertheless, I still wear it.
Following that, I quickly grabbed my school bag and ran out of the house to go to school.
Which way is the school?
I walked back and forth trying to see if I remembered anything. People that saw me perceive me as a weird kid.
'Since I can't recall anything, I'll rely on my instinct. To the right then.'
Slowly, after I ran for a while, the sense of familiarity hit me and I finally recognized a few places.
'Oh, I used to hang out in that area and wait for someone to pass by so that I could ask them for a bit of money.'
'That place, I used to smoke behind the wall. I would hide there when I ditch school. '
None of them are good memories, isn't it...
Arriving at the school gates, the nostalgic feeling hits me instantly.
'I'm back to school again.'
I remembered that I used to sleep throughout the class and when it finally breaks time I would bully weak kids.
That sentence basically sums up my school days. That's the only thing I did during my middle school years.
I definitely won't repeat the stupid actions of mine again.
At this moment, I already accepted that I'm back in the past.
Whether it was a dream or not, I don't care, it felt very realistic to me.
The only thing that mattered right now was that I was given a second chance to redeem myself.
'I will not repeat the same mistakes that I made in the past. I will also achieve my dream in this life!'
I don't know if this is the right classroom…
I came here because there are people that stare at me when I arrive, I figured out they know me and which is why my classroom is around this area.
I also politely asked one kid about my classroom, making a dumb excuse but he believes it anyway. (That poor kid was scared to death when Andy approached him.)
Currently, there's only one empty desk left in this classroom. Other students have already arrived. So, I guess that's my desk.
Walking over to my seat, a boy suddenly spoke to me as I was about to put down my bag.
"Andy! When are we going to ditch school again?"
'Who is he again?'
I tried my best to remember but no matter what I can't recognize him.
Though I've forgotten about him since he talked to me, it means he's my friend. I don't remember having a friend though...
Wait what did he say again?
"What did you say?"
"Ditch school?"
I see. He's my partner-in-crime. I definitely had one back then. If I'm not wrong, his name is Micheal.
He's the only one, which is why I remembered it.
"Not today."
I proceed to walk toward my seat and put down my school bag. The moment I sat down I noticed that other kids were awfully quiet.
Usually, I would be sleeping by now and didn't notice anything around me.
But since it's the current me, I noticed their odd behavior.
"Um, why are they so quiet? There's still a lot of time before the class starts right?"
"Oh, they're probably just anxious about the upcoming test."
The boy replied calmly as though he had finished studying but in fact, he just didn't care.
"Um, what test? Is it history? or civics?"
"Worse than that, it's math!"
Even though he said it in a terrified tone, he was probably the only person that could smile while mentioning math.
On the other hand, I was quite relieved when it's a math test.
Thank god, if it's math I can still do it. I remembered middle school math wasn't that hard.
Fortunately, it wasn't theory-based subjects, If it was I'm doomed. There's no way I could answer something that I've never studied before.
"The teacher is coming!" One of the kids warned everyone as he caught a glimpse of the teacher's face in the hallway.
"Stand up!" The class representative commanded the whole class.
Afterward, the teacher then walked in, after putting his stuff on the table we bowed.
"Good morning, teacher!" Everyone said in unison.
"Keep all of your belongings except for pencil and eraser. The rest keep them inside your bag, and put your bag in front of the class."
"You! Switch seats with him!" The teacher pointed at me, wanting me to switch the boy that sits in front.
"You too! switch seats with her!" The teacher started arranging our seats in a unique pattern so that we couldn't cheat.
He separated the children according to their grades, the incapable one at the front so he could watch them as they would try to cheat.
Lastly, the capable one at the back since they will try to do the test on their own.
Of course, this doesn't mean he was biased toward the smart kids. If he discovered that they're cheating, they will still be punished.
After all, he's the 'Devil'. Everyone has to follow his rules.
No talking, no cheating.
This particular teacher. even though it has been years. I can still remember his personality and face.
'Same as usual, Mr.Ridwan that I used to know.'
He was the strictest teacher that I ever met, but he's not a bad teacher, it's just that don't be cheeky or naughty in front of him. He can't stand annoying kids.
If you comply with his rules and listen to him, he is actually quite kind.
After finishing arranging the students' seats, he handed out the test paper to each student and started the test.
As I expected, the questions are quite easy.
If I can't do these questions, I'll be ashamed as a game developer as being a game developer requires you to do harder maths than the questions on the paper.
I finished answering all of the questions in less than ten minutes.
After I finished, All I did was stare at Mr.Ridwan until the test was over.
An hour passed and all of the children have handed in the paper including me.
We then continued another hour of class math before we moved to the next class, which is according to the given schedule it's literature.
We were taught by another teacher, Miss Fitri.
I don't have a solid memory of her but I can see she's kind. Since the kids in the class didn't fear her at all.
Another hour passed peacefully, the class ended and it's finally the time for the lunch break.
"Hey, Andy wants to bully people?"
The boy that talked to me when I first arrived, approached me again. This time he asked me whether I wanted to bully people or not.
'Yep. He must be like this because of me. I should be responsible, to fix his personality before it's too late.'
"Um, we should go to the canteen and eat."
I dragged him to the canteen without asking Micheal, but he wasn't opposed to it either.
The break time ends and we have to quickly return to the class.
The reason was that the next class is the history class which was taught by Mr.Ridwan. Since it was his class, we can't be late or else we'll be punished.
If it was another teacher's class, most of the children wouldn't mind at all being late for a few minutes and take their time to enjoy the scenery of the hallway.
After all, it's not their fault. The break time given by the school to the kids was too short.
More importantly, most teachers knew what's going on for the kids because their lunch break time is the same as children's lunch break time so they won't blame the kids.
Anyway, you can see one of the kids from our class stopped chit-chatting and quickly ran upstairs to return back to the classroom.
We followed along, as we didn't want to be punished.
After the next few hours of class, the school was over. Without saying a word to Micheal, I left home early.
I usually hang out with him after school, either in an internet cafe or just loitering around in the streets.
Tomorrow I'll definitely accompany Micheal since I'm responsible for him but right now, I just can't. I still have to sort my mind out.
There's too much going on in my head.
-----
Back in my bedroom, I was laying down on the wooden floor.
Looking at the dusty ceiling, I thought to myself.
'Now that I'm back, what is the most important thing I have to do right now?'
Sigh*
'I need money again.'
I realized it as soon as I arrived but I didn't want to acknowledge it. Though money can't buy happiness, it can still at least allow you to live comfortably.
'Anyway, I need to get more money but I don't know how I will achieve that?'
Develop games? but I don't have a computer with me. I could develop games on the internet cafe's computer but Mervin will definitely misunderstand my good intention. I can't just tell him I'm going to make money by making games can I?
Well, either way, that idea can't be happening since other people can watch as Internet Cafe in this area has no private one where no one could see you.
So, how do I help my father and my brother? Should I visit their workplace?
My father, he should be working as a mechanic at that store.
If I'm not wrong, at this time he's about to stop being a mechanic.
That's when the debt came.
I don't know the story behind it but he will definitely borrow a huge sum of money from a loan shark and that money will then be invested to build an internet cafe.
But then a year or so, before he could pay the debt back, he passed away from lung cancer.
Though he has passed away, the loan shark still wanted the money back and since we're the only ones related to him, they come for us every day asking for money.
For now, the money for the debt wasn't that important. I can solve that if time was given.
What's more important was lung cancer. He got that because of smoking as well as the unhealthy environment around him.
I'll get money, at least enough for Father to get surgery or check-up in a famous hospital.
That is my target for now, which is why tomorrow I will try to find a job.

This is not the story about someone playing VR-MMORPG.

Instead of someone playing VR-MMORPG, this is the story where someone makes VR-MMORPG possible. 

Technology and Science have truly come a long way. 

Finally, in the year 20XX, the people successfully created Immersive VR-MMORPG. A technology that takes you to another world, allowing an individual to experience a second-life.

Unfortunately, Andy Lee, who participated in creating the masterpiece technology, didn't get to enjoy it. Before the technology was perfected, he died of a heart attack.

Being devastated by the fact he didn't get to fulfill his dream, he was given a second chance. He miraculously traveled back to his primary school days.

This time, he won't slack. He will live his life to the fullest unlike before.

His goal in this life was obvious and that is to fast-forward the development of technology and science. All of the efforts he gave were only to achieve his dream, which is to play VR-MMORPG.

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