June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
Congratulations! On behalf of Rinowra School of Ouigab, I am pleased to announce of your admission into the 12th grade for this coming 2012 – 2013 school year.
The academic achievements you have achieved within your school reflect what we value, respect, and expect from our students. Ambition, compassion, and curious intellect are the foundations of the Rinowra School experience. Be proud to have joined a select group of students. 
For 72 years, students who have entered Rinowra School have left prepared for success in their college education. Rinowra graduates gain a clear advantage among their peers and boast an admission rate of over 90% into the best universities around the world. We believe that the personalized education we provide and are still striving to improve, allows our students to thrive both in the campus and in their future studies.
Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Her grandfather was laughing heartily. He seemed to have become 10 years younger.
 
"Did you tell your professor why you chose that pen name?" He asked. He was talking about Jiang Yue's school life abroad. At the age of 16, Jiang Yue was already recognized as a famous poet in her high school. 
 
At first, people started to get interested in her poems not because of the content, but because of her funny pen name, Baobao. However, when they read the content of her poems, they were amazed by how sentimental it is. They started loving her and sharing her works on social media, giving her instant fame. Of course, no one knew what she looked like.
 
"Yes. I tried to explain its meaning, but he wanted me to change it. In the end, I just stopped writing for the school paper. He later apologized and promised to retain my pen name so I would continue writing for the high school ." She answered.
 
"How amusing! When that child Minghua showed me one of your poems online, I almost laughed at some of the comments. The online world is a scary thing." Her grandfather said, clearly delighted by her stories.
 
"Here you go. I especially baked these cookies. I know you love them." Wang Minghua passed her a plate full of freshly baked cookies as he proudly informed her about his newly acquired baking skills. He had learned just to show off to his favorite cousin Jiang Yue.
 
The father and son banter ended just minutes after Jiang Yue and Wang Guiren left and they both followed them into the mansion's lounge. 
 
She picked up one of the cookies and quickly shoved it into her mouth. "This is good!" She nodded in approval.
 
"I didn't know you had it in you. Wow!" She mumbled while picking up another piece of cookie. She gave her cousin a big smile. Wang Minghua was already 20 years old this year. He was more than 2 years older than her. He is a very good looking guy with delicate white skin and their family's signature silver-gray eyes. He had a lean and tall body that towered over her 171 cm height. He could pass as a model or even an actor.
 
"So... I already spoke  to Headmistress Lu. She knows you will arrive later today. At first, she directly refused when I told her, but when she saw your accomplishments abroad she reluctantly agreed. Minghua will accompany you to the school later." Her grandfather suddenly said with a stern voice.
 
"What's wrong?" Her uncle asked after he noticed his father's change of mood.
 
"The headmistress is Lu Shi's cousin. I'm worried she will bully Little Yue." Wang Guiren answered.
 
"Relax grandfather. I can handle myself." She assured him. She remembered that Wang Guiren almost had a heart attack when he heard about Jiang Chanming's marriage with Lu Shi. Since then, he had been at odds with the Jiang Family. The only reason he had not done anything against the Jiang's because of his granddaughter.
 
Her grandfather just nodded without saying anything. They continued to talk about random things then had lunch together.
 
After lunch, Wang Minghua accompanied her to Xin City International School in order to meet with the headmistress and familiarize herself with the new environment. It was just around 1 pm in the afternoon when they arrived at the  school. They decided to go directly to the Headmistress' office. However, what they didn't expect was that the news of two good looking people walking down the hallway had already spread far across the campus.
 
"Have you heard? Young Master Wang is here in our school with a very beautiful lady. Do you think she is his girlfriend?"
 
"I heard Young Master Wang has no girlfriend. Have you seen the lady? Everyone said she is as beautiful as a  painting."
 
"Hey everyone! I saw them. I just saw Young Master Wang with the most beautiful lady that I have ever seen in my whole life!"
 
"Stop exaggerating! There is no one prettier than me. I believe Young Master Wang will fall in love with me if we meet."
 
"Hahaha stop dreaming! You're  not even fit to clean Young Master Wang's shoes!"
 
"Hey, I noticed she also has silver eyes just like Young Master Wang. Maybe she is a relative?"
 
"Now that you mention it, Young Master Wang does have a cousin with the same gray eyes."
 
Of course, this conversation didn't escape Jiang Mian's ears. She clenched her fist. She knows they are talking about Jiang Yue, her older sister. She knows that Jiang Yue is pretty close to the Wang Family. Still, she couldn't stop feeling envious. Jiang Yue is escorted by one of the most famous bachelors in the city. How could she be so lucky?
 
"Hey... Jiang Mian... Jiang Mian, can you hear us?" She felt someone pat her shoulders.
 
"Sorry. You were saying something?" She asked. She must have spaced out earlier.
 
"We were asking you about your step-sister. We heard from someone that she will attend this school and was especially escorted by Young Master Wang earlier."
 
"I...I don't know. My mother told me earlier that she will stay in the country, so she called our headmistress to ask if she could accept Jiang Yue, but she said that it is already too late to enroll, so she will go to school next year instead." She answered.
 
"Isn't she Young Master Wang's cousin? That must be the reason why he accompanied her earlier. They must have used their influence to get inside." One of her classmates said.
 
"How despicable! That's why I hate influential people. The Wang family must have donated millions to the school so they would accept her."
 
"Hmp. She is just a pretty face, using her influence to her advantage!"
 
"No...I...I'm sure my elder sister didn't mean to do that. Maybe she-"
 
"Jiang Mian, stop covering for your elder sister. She is just another arrogant brat from one of the four prestigious families. I will be disappointed if she joins us in the special section. I'm afraid she would use her influence to bully us." One of Jiang Mian's friends comforted her. Though Jiang Mian looked pitiful and sad, she felt deeply happy inside. She couldn't wait to tell her mother about today's matter.
 
Jiang Mian was not sure about the effects of her sister's arrival, but she was excited for the days to come.

Edited by Alaedja+ Cajun.Lesi

*COMPLETED*

If she could use any three words to describe herself, Jiang Yue would say that she is rich, beautiful, and extremely smart. Unfortunately, she took these for granted in her past life, causing her downfall. 

After reincarnating to her fifteen year old self, Jiang Yue wants only three things: to build an empire, spend more time with the people who love her and live a happy life. 

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In his past life, he was unable to express his love for Jiang Yue. 

Now that he has reincarnated, all he wants to do is show Jiang Yue how much he loves her. 

If she wants only three things, then he wants only three things: to build an empire for her, to spend more time with her, and live a happy life with her. 

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Mixed with a little hint of mind-boggling mysteries and secrets, what happens when two reincarnated individuals meet and fall in love?

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"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Fu Jin's question instantly made Jiang Yue froze. She remembered how she was the one who asked this question when they first met.

"Of course I do." She answered. She was the living proof that reincarnation existed. "Why are you asking that?"

"Well... if I tell you that I reincarnated just to make you mine, would you believe me?" His question immediately gave Jiang Yue goosebumps.

She did not answer him, instead, she turned around so she could face him.

Their gazes met.

"Then if you were given a chance to reincarnate, would you find me again and make me yours?" She asked.

"Of course." He answered, as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I would find you and wait for you Mrs. Fu. Even if it would have taken million years and million lifetimes."

Fu Jin's answer instantly made Jiang Yue smile. However, this time, a mysterious light flashed in her eyes.

Maybe, Fu Jin's words were true.

Maybe, he also reincarnated just like her.

And maybe... just maybe, their souls were already connected, long before they reincarnated.

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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.

I started my jog and while running, I fully appreciated the views that seem to exist so far away in my memories. 

I remember every detail of every shop of all the streets that I walked by. I always knew that my memory is amazing but it's still shocking that everything I remembered years ago, is still the same.

After 12 minutes of running, I started feeling weak and dizzy so I decided that this is my limit for today. I quickly went to a public drinking fountain and refilled my water bottle and sat down on a bench for 5 minutes to catch my breath.

I was just about to  stand up and start walking to school when a hand with a lollipop stretched out in front of me and blocked my eyesight.

I looked up and saw someone I never though I would meet again. In front of me stands the younger version of the only friend I ever had in my last life, Tao Rong. This boy standing before me, dressed in a No. 1 Middle School uniform, with raven black hair with cleanly shaved edges, firece black eyes and a silly smiling face, is someone who has gone through hell with me. Even when he was given a choice to either leave me and live happily by himself or loose everything, he simply scoffed and told them to scram. He never left me when I needed him and I often wondered how can someone like me be worthy of being his friend... 

Tao Rong, is a young master of the Tao family, who in high society are a pretty highly regarded family since their catering business is known everywhere in China, and they are now developing and opening their restaurants in other Asian countries. Many people say that their business is blooming because the recipes they use are from their ancestors who were from a lineage of royal chefs that served the emperor.

This family however, could not withstand the attack of major forces behind the Lu family a couple of years later and collapsed. And this was all because of me...

One rainy day, I was starving in the streets and Tao Rong found me. He probably though I'm pitiful, so he brought me to one on his restaurants and fed me. We talked and quickly became friends. This day felt like one of the best moments ever since I failed to finish my college entrance examinations and I was overwhelmed with emotions, so I spilled everything about my life to him.

I probably just wanted someone to listen to my story, to get this out of my chest but when I looked up I realised that he starter crying... 

"uwaaaaa... Xiao Weeeei! wawawaaaa... 
How can you be so pitiful... These people are definitely not family, this is not how a family is supposed to treat each other. From now on, don't call them family, I will be your brother so you don't have to be worried. I will let you experience the warmth that a family should give you." He said as he choked between his sobs.

I was very grateful to find a brother like him. And my life actually got better than ks to his supoort, that is until the Lu's found out about him and decided to warn him to stay away from me. However my brother is someone who will never betray a family, and decided to ignore their warning. I begged him to just listen to them and sever all ties with me, but he didn't listen. 

At that time, he only said "Xiao Wei, in life, birthers go through thick and thin together, I can't abandon you and think of my well being only, I can't be this selfish."

The next time I heard about him was on his funeral...It was said that he was in a motorcycle accident, but I know that these people killed him. I knew and wanted to get revenge, but I also knew that this is impossible as my life itself, was in the brink of collapse... 

As I look at the younger version of him in a daze, reminiscing about my past life, he grins, puts the lollipop in my hand, sits next to me and starts talking.

"I don't know why, but I feel like you have a lot on your plate brother. And I, as a kind soul that I am, will tell you one thing. Food will wash all your worries away"

I laugh and smile at him as I push my bangs up for a moment to get a clearer look at the younger, 16 year old version of my brother.

"Thanks, my name is Han Xue Wei, and yours?" I say as I look him in the eye

It is then that I realised that he is staring at me in a daze because his gaze is so intense  ad it roams around my whole face that I feel my face gradually heating up.

I wave in front of him and say "Is there something on my face?"

"No, no, so sorry for staring but you are really handsome so I couldn't help but look aliitle longer. Ah! And my name is Tao Rong! You can call me Ah Rong since that's what my friends call me!" He scratches the back of his head to cover up his embarrasment and smiles sheepishly at me. 

"So we're friends after just one meeting?" I laugh as I ask

"Of course! This young master here will let you on a secret. I am only friends with people who give off a 'good person' vibe and this is what I get from you! Oh by the way, this uniform..."

I cringe in my mind as this is exactly something that Tao Rong would say to a stranger and reply "Ah... I go to No. 30 Middle School"

"Isn't this place full of delinquents?! To be honest you don't look like one. You look more like the type who others would love to bully, you know. This is also why you need this brother here to protect you hahaha" 

"Well, my goal for a high school is No. 1 High School, because my middle school is indeed a place full of bad people. I started rebelling and stopped studying and so I ended up in there. but I want to change! So I am now working hard and revising for a better future." I smile brightly at him as I think about the faces of those who I'm going to surprise when I attend No. 1 High school. 

I can see the surprise and joy in his eyes as he shyly smiles and says "I'm telling you meeting you and my impulse to befriend you is fate! This is a sign from Buddha that we are destined to be best friends! I will go to No. 1 High School as it is affiliated with my middle school haha! So, you should do your best your exams in 3 months so that we can be best friends that go to the same school!" 

"En, I will do my best. I promise you that if we get to meet in No. 1 High School then I will officially become your brother!" I laugh out loud and start walking away as I wave at him. 

I leisurely walk towards my school as I think that this meeting with Tao Rong must have indeed been a work of fate. I already decided that in this life, I will not let him and his family get hurt like in my past life. I will fight for those who are willing to fight for me...

As soon as I reached my school, I got stopped by the entrance for a routine check, which is a normal thing in this school as many delinquents like to carry weapons and metal detectors are not always 100% true as there are many tricks one can do to hide their weapons. 

After the routine body and bag search, I speedily walk to my classroom since I took my time to slowly walk after meeting with Tao Rong and didn't pay attention to time and now when I did, I realised that we only have 5 minutes left until morning self study at 7:30 starts! 

I open the door to my classroom and walk to my seat at the back of the classroom without looking around. After I sit down and sigh in relief, I hear those around me whispering to each other. 

"Hey, did something happened to our class loser today? Why does he look kind of different?" Whispers one of the girls next to me

"Yeah, but I don't know what changed, it's more like his bearing changed and not his looks. He looks kind of intimidating" Replies the other girl 

"Are you fucking stupid? Him? Intimidating? I can beat his ass 10 times  and he will not be able to lift a finger at me. How is this intimidating?!" Said one of the boys sitting in front in the girls and with every sentence, his voice got louder, to the point that everyone in the classroom heard it. He then turns around and looks at me, wanting to day something more but is interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening and the sight of the teacher. 

"Okay, in this morning self study I will give you some time to memorise poems on pages 116 and 120 in your Chinese textbooks." says the teacher and then mumbles to himself as he walks towards his desks and buries his head in a pile of exams "Not like anyone will actually do it anyway..." 

This boy that just got agitated because of me is called Ron Xun. He is very athletic, has money and power since his father owns a small finance firm and thus, was chosen as our class leader since no one dares to oppose him. 

Well, no one but me. This is also why he hates my guts and bullies me every time he has a chance. To be honest, now I realise how stupid and naive I was to just put up with all this bullshit, where I could have easily retaliated in many ways if I actually used my head to think.

However now that I look at these people around me, I realise that they are still children so even the way they behave is childish. In my past life, I was subjected to bullying and being outcasted by the whole classroom of delinquents. In this life however, this is exactly what I need since there won't be many people trying to disturb me from cramming for the next 3 months. 

The teacher on the podium is called Teacher Rong. As my homeroom teacher, he is actually one of the only teachers in this school that treat me sincerely and think of me as a student and not as an eyesore. He is also my counselor whom I trust and so I talk with him about my life from time to time so he has some general knowledge about my situation with my relatives. He has always been there for me, but I never realised how ungrateful I was to those who wanted to help me until I was already in a place of no return and that was when I started regretting the choices I made in my life. 

Teacher Rong tried to talk to me about starting revising and getting better scores so that I can show my 'family' that I am no pushover, but I simply disregarded his kindness when he came to me with revision materials and threw them away. It was only later that I realised that he made them all by hand, in order to make my revision process smoother and make me more accustomed to it than to the textbooks. 

From what I know, he still hasn't given me these materials yet, so I can at least prevent him being hurt by me. I promise that in this life, I will do everything I can to show him my appreciation and make him proud of me. This kind of teacher deserves my utmost respect! 

I started reading and quickly memorised the poems. 

'I still have 20 minutes left.. I should make a list of how I'm going to start revising. But how should I start? How should I organise everything? There are so many subjects and every subject has modules. How am I supposed to know what are the basics that I need to study first and what is more complicated?'

When I realised that I have no idea how to start since there is so much materials I need to revise, I sat these 20 minutes in a peaceful daze and stopped thinking about everything to relax for the last time as the next 3 months will be filled with hardships!

'I will go to teacher Rong at break time, and ask him for a private counselling session so I can ask for help with my revision.' I smiled to myself as I though about my future...

Han Xue Wei, should have been like every other main lead in a story.

He should have had high intelligence. 

Breathtaking looks. 

A stunning figure that every other character envies and drolls at. 

A peaceful teenage life with plenty of friends who would go to the end of the world with him. 

A job which every other person wishes to have, with no need for a salary, because OBVIOUSLY as a Male Lead, he has to have his own firm. 

And a loving family that will sacrifice everything for him. 

Yes... He Was supposed to have had this prodigious life. 

However, reality often slaps people in the face, even if it is our lovely male lead, Han Xue Wei.

His life would have been perfect if not for the fact that everything changed after his parents died in a car crash.

His Aunt chose to keep the 'poor orphan' and let him live with her family, but this was a life led on a path more miserable than if he chose to stay in an orphanage.

Even when meeting with death at the age of 28, he still regretted being naive as he blamed himself for not being able to recognise who did things for his good and who wanted to harm him. 

God had a serious talk with the author and said: This novel sucks.
He is the most miserable Male Lead I have ever seen. Help him author-sama, otherwise all you will get are hate comments!

And thus, the author took on a mission to give Han Xue Wei a second chance to get more views!

*While there will be some bxb romance, this is very slow as the ML and the love interest are both straight at the start.
The novel itself will only have chapters that are classified as a pure romance with oy a bit of boy on boy 'action' so it is still a boy's love story so those who do not like it, feel free to stop reading*

My name is Lydia Răducanu and I'm fourteen years old. I'm a girl with long brown hair, a height of about one meter and sixty-eight centimeters, so I'm a little dwarf. I don't have freckles, blisters, pimples, or moles on my face, so I don't look like the ugliest girl in the class who would never have a chance to go on a date with the most beautiful or almost beautiful boy in the high school I'm in. Anyway, boys don't benefit me, even if I'm at this age. I'm not interested in the prom either, all I'm interested in is finishing high school, enrolling in a police academy, and defending the city, which I still do.
  A year ago, I was hit by a werewolf, and that werewolf accidentally scratched my stomach, and that scratch was cured with the help of hunter Tomi, who is a boy from another high school and is like me, a stuff hunter. mystics such as werewolves, gnomes, goblins, pterodactyls, 2D humans, those who come out of comic books or animated series, and travel the world even if they do not realize what kind of nonsense they are doing. Summer holiday. When that werewolf scratched me, it inserted some of its viruses into my body which was to make me an irascible and hard to control werewolf, but with the help of Tomi and the number five team, I managed to lower the grade. the difficulty of that werewolf, and now I can control it ... only limb transformations. I know it is little, but this one works too.
  Ever since I was scratched by that monster, I decided to join team number five hunters of Romania. If I had not joined, then being imprisoned by the authorities to fight monsters in Europe, would have tested me or worse, would have exterminated me immediately. These combat teams exist all over the world, and in Romania, there are five, and these five have certain sectors. Team number one owns the sector in Western Romania, which includes Satu Mare, Maramureș, Sălaj, Bihor, Timișoara, Caraș Severin, Hunedoara, and Mehedinți. Team number two owns Eastern Romania, this team controls the fewest sectors, Constanța, Tulcea, and the Black Sea, because there are aquatic monsters that can be extremely dangerous and have undergone major mutations due to radiation has thrown into that sea due to those accidents between Ukraine and Russia. Team number three owns Northern Romania, which consists of Cluj, Mureș, Bistrița, Suceava, Botoșani, Neamț, Iași, Vaslui, Bacău, and Galați. And teams four and five take the center of Romania and the Transylvania area, in other words, two teams share the largest area of Romania where monsters appear frequently.
  The responsibility of the teams is to capture or eliminate monsters, now it depends on whether they are classified as dangerous to humanity or harmless, and I, while working in team five, only came across dangerous monsters, and the most of them were eliminated by my members, so far I have not been able to exterminate any since I was not yet ready and can not take the life of a monster, be it dangerous or a danger to destroy the planet earth, I simply can not do such things... For now.
  Anyway, I met my teammates and those are good guys. That's my opinion after one year I fully knew them. Our leader is one who helps me train after classes in an abandoned building. This training works because I can control the transformations and I can fight, even if in my life I could not fight because I am a girl and weak. But, Hengar, our leader, helped me a lot to fight better than any boxing boy. Alexandra is the lady who owns the street bookstore away from the high school I'm studying at, and she's a vampire lady who's over two hundred years old, but she looks like she's somewhere in her thirties. She even told me that she looks like that because at that age she was bitten by a vampire who sexually assaulted her one night when she came home drunk because she was advanced. And that bite changed her life and turned her from a woman who walks during the day with her friends, into a nocturnal woman who owns an abandoned bookstore (she always has the curtains drawn because she's a vampire and the light would kill her in an instant), the base of the team number five. Travis is just a driver who only helps us in transportation and sometimes works as a spy because he is invisible and always wears a man's suit and clothes that he finds in the trailers of the trucks he carries. We didn't talk to Travis much because he's always on the road hauling trailers with goods to help us get a penny or two and sometimes we use him as a spy, and from what I understand, Travis works as a spy using different skin, which is obvious that you just don't want to try to gather information using the same costume that can deteriorate over time as much as you wear it. And finally, we have Jacob, a ghost who is four hundred and sixty-six years old, and this ghost is my classmate, which makes me a little embarrassed to have a ghost as a classmate. class, which is not seen by anyone and can do anything is never such a good thing, to be honest.
*****
  I am in class, at the middle bench in the third row, now I have to learn Romanian, a pretty boring subject if you do it with an old teacher who for my ghost colleague, Jacob considers her young and mindless because she knows how to speak only by the communist regime and how bad it was when a student sees that he does not listen to her subject which he considers important, but it will be when we reach the eleventh grade and we will be stressed with the matriculation exam or the baccalaureate as a popular name.
  At this Romanian class, the teacher tells us about the author Mihai Eminescu and she tells us how her poems are extremely fabulous and can only be understood in Romanian. While she was talking about Eminescu's poems, Jacob, who was in the professor's chair, looked at one of the front men who wrote something down on a notebook. Jacob waits for a moment to see what he is doing, but the kid who writes in his notebook doesn't even notice him, as I said, Jacob is a ghost and can't be seen by anyone.
  "That knows how to write. He will become a good writer," says Jacob levitating closer to me.
  "Good to know," I whispered to Jacob. "But, can you please leave me alone. I am trying to study."
  "Ooooh. Sure, sure," says Jacob sitting on a free seat and looking at the teacher who speaks about Eminescu. "... Damm, how does everyone from this country thinks Eminescu is a genius?"
  "Ssssshhhh," I whispered at Jacob who stopped talking and he decided to leave the class which made me relieved I am not going to have another problem.
  Right on my second day of grade nine, Jacob came into the biology class, and he has decided to do something silly for every ghost in a school. He decided to possess that skeleton of biology that helps us locate the bones and find out how many there are in the human body. Jacob played with that skeleton for a few moments, until the whole class, scared that the skeleton began to move, dragged her out of the classroom and the teacher fainted. Fortunately, Jacob was not punished by anyone at school because no one can see him, but basically, he was punished by Hengar, who gave him a heavy sentence, to remain locked in the sphere for ghosts punished for a month. And today is the day this ghost came out of the ghost and came back to me at school.
  After a few moments, the whole class hears a bang upstairs. My first thought was that Jacob must have done something, but to my surprise, it wasn't that I see Jacob coming towards me, going through me, which makes me sick and tells me.
  "We are attacked by a few slimes."
  "Slimes?" I whispered to him and being careful about the fact that I whispered to a ghost that cannot see by anyone but me.
  "Yes... There are four there."
  "Why can't you fight them?" I whispered to him after the teacher continued her lecture about Eminescu.
  "Do you somehow forget that I am a ghost, and you are a werewolf that can easily pass among enemies ?!"
  "Good point," I whispered to him. "But what are they doing here?"
  "How should I know it? I do not speak the slimy language."
  "We are going thereafter when the break starts, they sure won't make a big mess, will they?" I whispered to Jacob to which he replies that he has no idea, but he knows how important school is to me so he leaves me alone and escapes from the classroom by going through the ceiling. I guess he's going back to where he discovered those slime-type monsters.
  After a few minutes of listening to my Romanian teacher talking about Eminescu, the bell announcing that the breaks are starting and high school students announcing high school students that they can go quietly to break to eat, walk or smoke a cigarette is after school just like most those in grades ten through twelve. Of course, there are a few freshmen like me out there to put in a cigarette or two, just to make friends with the older ones. I don't smoke and I don't want to do that because smoking can destroy my health, at least that's what my mother always told me. Well, I leave the classroom, I go to that floor, where those slime-type monsters are, at a brisk pace because I only have ten minutes to get rid of them or capture them.
  I go upstairs, pass three older girls who look at me for a long time, and giggle at me, and I ignore them because I don't have time for that. These older girls started laughing at me because I'm a freshman and I'm ugly to them but I don't care because I have more important things than being interested in beauty and stuff, I have to exterminate some creatures that are in school and poses a danger to those in this school.

A young girl named Lydia, who is now in high school, 9th grade, was attacked last year by a werewolf and almost made her werewolf, but one guy, helps her to become a human-werewolf which means she can become a woman in the day, and the werewolf in the night to help her village and the city to avoid dangers.

This story it is on Hiatus due to the numbers of works who have increased recently.

  My name is Lydia Răducanu and I'm fourteen years old. I'm a girl with long brown hair, a height of about one meter and sixty-eight centimeters, so I'm a little dwarf. I don't have freckles, blisters, pimples, or moles on my face, so I don't look like the ugliest girl in the class who would never have a chance to go on a date with the most beautiful or almost beautiful boy in the high school I'm in. Anyway, boys don't benefit me, even if I'm at this age. I'm not interested in the prom either, all I'm interested in is finishing high school, enrolling in a police academy, and defending the city, which I still do.
  A year ago, I was hit by a werewolf, and that werewolf accidentally scratched my stomach, and that scratch was cured with the help of hunter Tomi, who is a boy from another high school and is like me, a stuff hunter. mystics such as werewolves, gnomes, goblins, pterodactyls, 2D humans, those who come out of comic books or animated series, and travel the world even if they do not realize what kind of nonsense they are doing. Summer holiday. When that werewolf scratched me, it inserted some of its viruses into my body which was to make me an irascible and hard to control werewolf, but with the help of Tomi and the number five team, I managed to lower the grade. the difficulty of that werewolf, and now I can control it ... only limb transformations. I know it is little, but this one works too.
  Ever since I was scratched by that monster, I decided to join team number five hunters of Romania. If I had not joined, then being imprisoned by the authorities to fight monsters in Europe, would have tested me or worse, would have exterminated me immediately. These combat teams exist all over the world, and in Romania, there are five, and these five have certain sectors. Team number one owns the sector in Western Romania, which includes Satu Mare, Maramureș, Sălaj, Bihor, Timișoara, Caraș Severin, Hunedoara, and Mehedinți. Team number two owns Eastern Romania, this team controls the fewest sectors, Constanța, Tulcea, and the Black Sea, because there are aquatic monsters that can be extremely dangerous and have undergone major mutations due to radiation has thrown into that sea due to those accidents between Ukraine and Russia. Team number three owns Northern Romania, which consists of Cluj, Mureș, Bistrița, Suceava, Botoșani, Neamț, Iași, Vaslui, Bacău, and Galați. And teams four and five take the center of Romania and the Transylvania area, in other words, two teams share the largest area of Romania where monsters appear frequently.
  The responsibility of the teams is to capture or eliminate monsters, now it depends on whether they are classified as dangerous to humanity or harmless, and I, while working in team five, only came across dangerous monsters, and the most of them were eliminated by my members, so far I have not been able to exterminate any since I was not yet ready and can not take the life of a monster, be it dangerous or a danger to destroy the planet earth, I simply can not do such things... For now.
  Anyway, I met my teammates and those are good guys. That's my opinion after one year I fully knew them. Our leader is one who helps me train after classes in an abandoned building. This training works because I can control the transformations and I can fight, even if in my life I could not fight because I am a girl and weak. But, Hengar, our leader, helped me a lot to fight better than any boxing boy. Alexandra is the lady who owns the street bookstore away from the high school I'm studying at, and she's a vampire lady who's over two hundred years old, but she looks like she's somewhere in her thirties. She even told me that she looks like that because at that age she was bitten by a vampire who sexually assaulted her one night when she came home drunk because she was advanced. And that bite changed her life and turned her from a woman who walks during the day with her friends, into a nocturnal woman who owns an abandoned bookstore (she always has the curtains drawn because she's a vampire and the light would kill her in an instant), the base of the team number five. Travis is just a driver who only helps us in transportation and sometimes works as a spy because he is invisible and always wears a man's suit and clothes that he finds in the trailers of the trucks he carries. We didn't talk to Travis much because he's always on the road hauling trailers with goods to help us get a penny or two and sometimes we use him as a spy, and from what I understand, Travis works as a spy using different skin, which is obvious that you just don't want to try to gather information using the same costume that can deteriorate over time as much as you wear it. And finally, we have Jacob, a ghost who is four hundred and sixty-six years old, and this ghost is my classmate, which makes me a little embarrassed to have a ghost as a classmate. class, which is not seen by anyone and can do anything is never such a good thing, to be honest.
*****
  I am in class, at the middle bench in the third row, now I have to learn Romanian, a pretty boring subject if you do it with an old teacher who for my ghost colleague, Jacob considers her young and mindless because she knows how to speak only by the communist regime and how bad it was when a student sees that he does not listen to her subject which he considers important, but it will be when we reach the eleventh grade and we will be stressed with the matriculation exam or the baccalaureate as a popular name.
  At this Romanian class, the teacher tells us about the author Mihai Eminescu and she tells us how her poems are extremely fabulous and can only be understood in Romanian. While she was talking about Eminescu's poems, Jacob, who was in the professor's chair, looked at one of the front men who wrote something down on a notebook. Jacob waits for a moment to see what he is doing, but the kid who writes in his notebook doesn't even notice him, as I said, Jacob is a ghost and can't be seen by anyone.
  "That knows how to write. He will become a good writer," says Jacob levitating closer to me.
  "Good to know," I whispered to Jacob. "But, can you please leave me alone. I am trying to study."
  "Ooooh. Sure, sure," says Jacob sitting on a free seat and looking at the teacher who speaks about Eminescu. "... Damm, how does everyone from this country thinks Eminescu is a genius?"
  "Ssssshhhh," I whispered at Jacob who stopped talking and he decided to leave the class which made me relieved I am not going to have another problem.
  Right on my second day of grade nine, Jacob came into the biology class, and he has decided to do something silly for every ghost in a school. He decided to possess that skeleton of biology that helps us locate the bones and find out how many there are in the human body. Jacob played with that skeleton for a few moments, until the whole class, scared that the skeleton began to move, dragged her out of the classroom and the teacher fainted. Fortunately, Jacob was not punished by anyone at school because no one can see him, but basically, he was punished by Hengar, who gave him a heavy sentence, to remain locked in the sphere for ghosts punished for a month. And today is the day this ghost came out of the ghost and came back to me at school.
  After a few moments, the whole class hears a bang upstairs. My first thought was that Jacob must have done something, but to my surprise, it wasn't that I see Jacob coming towards me, going through me, which makes me sick and tells me.
  "We are attacked by a few slimes."
  "Slimes?" I whispered to him and being careful about the fact that I whispered to a ghost that cannot see by anyone but me.
  "Yes... There are four there."
  "Why can't you fight them?" I whispered to him after the teacher continued her lecture about Eminescu.
  "Do you somehow forget that I am a ghost, and you are a werewolf that can easily pass among enemies ?!"
  "Good point," I whispered to him. "But what are they doing here?"
  "How should I know it? I do not speak the slimy language."
  "We are going thereafter when the break starts, they sure won't make a big mess, will they?" I whispered to Jacob to which he replies that he has no idea, but he knows how important school is to me so he leaves me alone and escapes from the classroom by going through the ceiling. I guess he's going back to where he discovered those slime-type monsters.
  After a few minutes of listening to my Romanian teacher talking about Eminescu, the bell announcing that the breaks are starting and high school students announcing high school students that they can go quietly to break to eat, walk or smoke a cigarette is after school just like most those in grades ten through twelve. Of course, there are a few freshmen like me out there to put in a cigarette or two, just to make friends with the older ones. I don't smoke and I don't want to do that because smoking can destroy my health, at least that's what my mother always told me. Well, I leave the classroom, I go to that floor, where those slime-type monsters are, at a brisk pace because I only have ten minutes to get rid of them or capture them.
  I go upstairs, pass three older girls who look at me for a long time, and giggle at me, and I ignore them because I don't have time for that. These older girls started laughing at me because I'm a freshman and I'm ugly to them but I don't care because I have more important things than being interested in beauty and stuff, I have to exterminate some creatures that are in school and poses a danger to those in this school.

It is the year 20XX and something bad happened to Earth and humanity, but much worse to humanity to be precise. The thing it has happened, it is known as a zombie apocalypse by the modern generation. 
It presents the stories of a few groups of survivors across the world who are either going to stay among undeads, zombies, climbers, swimmers, vomitrons, flamers and tons of other types of zombies, or try their luck to run on inhibited islands with or without military help and live safely until everything comes down. Eventually.

Scheduled Chapters: 1 - 3 per. Weekend

Seiji had begun receiving love letters every day ever since the second week after transferring into Genhana High School.
Most girls had only sent him only one love letter, but there were a few that had sent him multiple ones.
And among the few that sent him multiple letters, there was only one girl who had sent him a love letter every single day.
According to Chiaki’s definition, this girl’s love letters were the first type. All the envelopes were light purple, and the letters were written on pure white paper. None of the letters were particularly long, but it was obvious each one contained the girl’s emotions. The handwriting was also beautiful.
There was only one word written for the signature—"Purple."
At first, Seiji had wondered what type of girl "Purple" might be, but he didn’t pay it a great deal of thought.
Due to everything that had happened in the previous few days, he even forgot about it.
Until this moment.
When he was taken here to this corner and met this purple-haired beauty for the first time, he instinctively realized that... this girl must be "Purple."
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the leaves to rustle.
The girl’s dark purple hair was swaying gently in the wind.
She simply stood there with both hands clasped in front of her as she smiled lightly.
Her beautiful eyes were almost the exact same light purple as the envelopes she used. They looked deep and watery and the pupils flashed and reflected flickering shadows. This, combined with her thin crescent eyelashes and pink lips arced upwards in a faint smile, caused Seiji to think of a line from an unknown poem from somewhere: "Playing with lowered eyelashes and a faint smile amongst the shadows."
She was beautiful, regal, and the epitome of a classic beauty.
Just her physical appearance alone was worthy of the nickname "Princess."
While Seiji was unfamiliar with her personality, he believed that her level of beauty was definitely equal to Natsuya’s.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, Harano-san." The purple-haired beauty bowed slightly towards him. "My name is Yukari Asamiya, from Year 1, Class 3."
Yukari?
This was a popular name in Japan in his previous world, and he faintly recalled that the female lead of some classical anime seemed to have this name as well. This name... that was probably one of the reasons for her signature of "Purple."
"Hello." Seiji looked directly at her. "Asamiya-san... are you ‘Purple?’"
"Indeed." Yukari stood up straight and smiled at him. "I’m ‘Purple,’ as you surmised."
"It’s easy to guess after meeting you." Seiji also smiled. "Your eyes, your hair, and your name... all these hints are too obvious."[1]
Yukari’s smile grew wider.
"I really love purple... if people’s lives had colors, then mine would surely be purple."
"That sounds quite poetic."
"Really? I said it rather casually... Harano-san, do you like poems?"
Seiji thought of Shika Kagura upon hearing this.[2] "I don’t understand poems too much, but I admire their beauty."
Yukari blinked upon hearing this. "I’m not familiar with poems either, but I don’t know why... my classmates all seem to think that I love reading poems and so on."
"Is it that you actually don’t like them?"
A momentary silence fell between them.
Then, both of them broke out into laughter.
Seiji chuckled. "Sorry, but I can understand why your classmates would think that way. The way you seem... is just like a classy lady who would enjoy reading poems or classical works and the like." 
"It’s not good to judge people by appearances, Harano-san. I’m not that type at all." Yukari also chuckled. "I don’t enjoy poems, nor do I read classics, and I’m definitely not a classy lady or anything."
"Eh... but you definitely have that aura about you."
"I don’t feel so... maybe it’s thanks to my upbringing that my actions appear that way. I had a strict family education." Yukari toyed with her hair.
Seiji felt that this tiny action was rather charismatic.
"Princess..." he understood already why people referred to her as such, but she herself was... a bit different from what he had imagined.
Well, that was normal.
It would be abnormal if the well-known nicknames in this school were completely accurate!
"Harano-san..."
Yukari looked directly into Seiji’s eyes.
"This is your first time meeting me. As for me... I’ve already been watching you for quite some time."
Yukari’s cheeks began to flush slightly red.
The atmosphere just earlier had been normal, but now it suddenly seemed a bit romantic.
Seiji felt himself tensing up slightly.
He was nervous.
"I’ve always been watching you in silence, and writing letters to you. These are my single-sided feelings... I apologize for making you deal with my selfishness. Now... I’ve finally worked up the courage to meet you in person to get to know you."
The purple-haired girl took a deep breath.
Her white face was now completely red, and her watery eyes were filled with attractive colors.
It was coming.
Seiji knew what was coming and mentally prepared himself.
But he was still nervous... of course he was! He had never had such an experience!!
The only experience he had with being confessed to was by Hoshi... No, no, that definitely didn’t count! Forget it! Hurry up and forget about that!!
This was his true first time in either life of his that he was being confessed to!
"Perhaps this is selfish of me to say as well, but I... still want to say that... I-I like you!"
A metaphorical fastball.
A mega-powerful fastball struck Seiji in the chest like a cannon shot!
He had wanted to catch it.
But as a catcher, he severely lacked both experience and ability! It was only natural that he missed.
"I like you..."
He had heard it personally from a girl... these words imbued with many passionate feelings of youth.
This was when Seiji discovered for the first time just how powerful these words could be!
"I’d like to be together with you, chat with you, date with you, and... do various things together with you..."
Yukari was still looking directly at Seiji.
Even though Seiji could tell that she was quite shy about all this, she remained firm and maintained her regal bearing and resolution as she honestly and directly told him her feelings.
Seiji really wanted to avert his gaze in order to hide his own emotions, but he was moved by her resolution, so he could only look directly at her as well.
It was just like a duel.
No, this was a duel! This girl had worked up her maximum amount of courage to completely attack the boy she liked directly, heart and soul!
"I... imagined many things by myself. I want to turn those dreams of mine into reality. I... would like to become someone important to you..."
The girl’s body began trembling.
It was as if something within her had reached its limit.
She took another deep breath.
Seiji almost felt like he wanted to run away at this moment!
It was easy for even him to tell just how deep her feelings accumulated over all this time must have been.
The final blow was coming.
"Please... please go out with me!! Please be my boyfriend!!!"
Her eyes shone incredibly brightly as tears trickled down her face.
Her face was so red that he could almost see the blood beneath her skin.
But even so, her eyes didn’t waver one bit from him.
She kept looking directly into the handsome boy’s eyes.
She completely revealed her true feelings for him to see.
She fully expressed those passionate fiery feelings of hers.
This moment etched itself deeply into Seiji’s mind, and even heart!
There would always be some moments of any person’s life that would be unforgettable even after several years or even dozens of years.
This scene was one of them.
That was how deep, how... beautiful to the point where it was impossible to forget.
Another breeze blew past them.
The tree leaves were rustling again, but Seiji couldn’t hear them.
He had received an impact far stronger than he was expecting, and his heart and soul were moved.
He slowly opened his mouth as he looked at the girl before him, his heart wavering.
"I..."
[1] [TL note: the first character in Yukari’s name is ‘purple.’ The second character in her name is ‘princess.‘]
[2] [TL note: Shika’s name means ‘poem.’]


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 


Time is unpredictable. Every action we make leads to a different heading. Still every one of us worries about what lies ahead. On what's in store for our lives. We worry about the tomorrow every single day.  Wishing that tomorrow will be better from today. A tomorrow in which there's no pain, suffering and hurt, a new beginning, new chances and opportunities. We all wish for a tomorrow like that. Still I learned in my life to never look forward. To not expect on what tomorrow will bring. Because I don't want to be disappointed. To look forward for a future that I know I can never have. Yeah it's depressing, but I've live my life like this. Always looking back, never forward. It's one of the curses of being able to remember everything. You'll keep on wanting to forget or either go back to the times you still can laugh and be happy. In which I didn't have any of those.
It's been about seven years or so. Since I last saw the girl who gave color and happiness to my life. The girl that I haven't seen in such a long time. Still I remember everything about her. But the worst part is I know that she doesn't recall any moment of us being together, well it's been seven years and some people might have moved on and had met other people. Found happiness and know where their lives are heading to. But not me. I still feel heavy and empty. Yet I'm getting by. I college graduate with a degree in literature. Can't even believe that the course that I would choose is about writing. Right now I'm working at a newspaper. But I don't write news article. I'm still writing with my specialty. Poems that I don't know if anyone actually notices. I get feedback from readers every once and a while. But I think no ones that interested in my work.
I've been also trying to write my own book that I would publish with the many I have. Well it's a move that's unlike me. But I have a story to tell. Yet I'm having troubles in writing neither the ending nor the next events. Well you see since I can't forget her and almost every night she is still on my mind. What I do is write about her. Write a story about me and her. Our ifs. Yet I can't really be optimistic. That's why even on the book I'm writing it still ends up like this. The lead character being lost. Having to say goodbye to the only thing that's giving his world light. I really miss Ana. Each night I go on wondering where is she now. Still hoping that we will see each other again. Though my heart knows it's impossible
For seven years it's been like this. At first I stayed in touch with Ana's parents but after some time. I can't contact them. That's why for seven years I've been living my life wondering. There are moment where I almost gave into depression. But I held on because deep inside a fragment of my sanity believes that we will see each other again. Well I think that's about it. Your all caught up with my life. Nothing really much happened in college. As always I was a loner and an outcast, because I choose to be one. That's why for seven years. The only person I interacted with is my boss. Who discovered my poems when I was still a student. Ironically the poem that my boss read to hire me. Was the first poem I wrote for Ana, but I just went with it. My boss is really nice. He loves poetry that's why he keeps on insisting putting a section of it in his newspaper, thanks to him I have a job.
A job that I'm not that passionate about. But I'm ok with it. Because maybe this was it. The last remnant of  Ana that is still in me. That spark of being able to write once more. Maybe someday I'll get over everything. Someday I'll be fine. I'll just continue writing poems. And writing my book. I'm ok with this being the ending of a story. But once more things change. Another event that would make me hope for a better tomorrow that I know will be sorrow.
I was walking home. I went of my office minding my own business. Just like when I was in high school. Ears plug with music not minding the world or my surrounding. Lost in thought instead of the melody that I'm hearing. Thinking. Being on my own even surrounded by many people walking. Then something broke the silence. Someone burst my bubble. A person that I've been wanting to see for this whole seven years. It was her Ana
"Hey" she said to me as she tries to get my attention
But I didn't hear her at first because I'm listening to music. So he touched my shoulder and once again said
"Hey are you Joseph"
Then I finally notice her. I turned around and saw her. It's been seven years. I don't know what to actually feel. My mind turned blank. The thoughts that I was lost in suddenly  disappear and all I wanted to do was to hug her. But I didn't because this all feels unreal that's why I thought I was imagining things. But no it was really her. That smile. That voice, that same innocence in her eyes. It was really her. And she remembers me.
"Ana is that you?"
"Oh how do you know my name? That's weird I didn't remember we have met before"
Then once again my hope turned into nothing. Because she don't remember me but how can she recognize me then from what I can see. I figure it out.
"Uhm no but it's written in your name tag"
Luckily she was wearing a nametag I was safe. 
"Oh yes my bad. Well I don't really know you as a person but I recognize you from this" she said and showed me the newspaper
Then just like I thought she only recognize me because of the newspaper she was holding. I didn't know what to feel. Happy that she continues to read my work or sad because she can't remember me and that I once wrote for her
"I see well thanks for your support"
I wanted to end the conversation. Because I thought to myself it's better to end things here. Rather than make myself hope that the new memories that will about the make if I keep the conversation going is a memory she'll remember. 
"Your welcome" she said with a smile on her face
"Well I have to get going now once again thanks and it was nice meeting you"
I said those words. Because I cant bear looking at that smile. I don't want to be hopeful once more. But as I was about to leave she grabbed my hand. Then it reminded me when we first met on that bridge.
"Wait don't leave"
"Why?"
"Well two reasons. Let me know more about your work. The second reason is…"
"What is it?"
"Is I don't how to get home will you help me?"
I just don't know what is happening. What is causing this turn of events. After seven long years we met again. But why me to all the people to ask. Why me? For all the people that is walking in this area why did she ask me?
"I don't know how to help you and why me?
"Because I want it to be you, I don't know how to explain it. But your poems has always spoke to me. Each time I read your work on this newspaper I feel as if we know each other and I cant remember. Then as I forget how to get home. I was holding this newspaper then I saw you and recognize your face from the picture here posted as the writer. Well I'm sorry for being a bother but I just really need your help"
What she said made me happy. Because I've been writing in the news paper for about 3 years and if she was reading my work all this time that meant one thing. All the poems I've written so far have reached her. Just hearing her say the word that my poems spoke to her. That made me feel so relieved. That all this time I wasn't writing for nothing. All my efforts was not in vain. that's why with that being said. I didn't overthink. I just smiled at her and walked with her.
"Fine I'll help you get home"
Those were my words but yes deep inside I'm happy but still holding back my words
"Yay Thanks and let me properly introduce myself I'm Ana."
"Ok I'm Joseph got any idea where you live?"
"Not a clue, you see I suffer from short term memory loss. So sometimes there are details in my life that I tend to forget."
"Well I guess for now lets walk around and see if you can spot a familiar place for you"
We started walking around and talking. Then we decided to rest for a bit by sitting down on a bench. There we continued our conversation
"so tell me more about yourself Ana?"
I tried small talk. Asking her questions to get some hint about what was she doing in the past seven years
"Well right now I honestly don't know what to do."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You see I have short term memory loss"
"Yeah you told me that and so?"
"Because of this condition. I forget a lot things about my life. I cant retain any memory. I only remember the now then later on forget it. Living like this has been hard. Especially for those I love. My parents have the hardest jobs. Because for years they have been taking care of me. Enduring hospital bills and buying the medication I need. Also I cant really bear to see them cry sometimes. Because there are moments when I make them cry."
"How do you know that?"
"I've started writing a journal a while back. Sometimes when I wake up I read it. But there are days when I don't believe I have short term memory loss. Those are the normal days for me. And today is where I believe I have short term memory in which are the weird days. But the worst days is when I cant remember anything"
What she told me had open my eyes on how hard it must be for her parents and also for her. No wonder they didn't stay in contact since they have to focus in caring for Ana
"then how come you remember my work?"
"well its because it's a weird day. And theres a whole section of your poems in my journal. That's why on weird days like these I read some of them. Luckily today I met you. That's why let me ask you. Who are you really writing for? Or what is your inspiration"
As she asked that question. I don't know weather to tell her the truth about its for her, or not. That's why as I writer I just answer vaguely. By telling her a story about a girl.  Because I don't want to really hope once again that I will be remembered
"Uhm its for a girl I met seven years ago. A girl that bought color to my life. And through my poems I hope I could reach her"
"Why? Where did this girl go anyway?"
"She went abroad. I haven't really heard from her since. For seven years I worry about her. Wondering if shes ok or if I'll ever meet her again. I keep on thinking if she will remember me when we see each other again or not"
"I'm sure she remembers you not unless…"
"Unless what?"
"She has short term memory loss like I do hahaha"
Then she laugh. I cant believe even knowing her situation she still laughed about it.  But me I just stared at her
"Oh sorry my bad. But really, I know she remembers you. Especially when she read some of your poems I'm sure she will remember you"
" I hope she does"
After that we just go on talking. Then I remember how she can get home.  I remember when we were highs school her phone has directions to their home. So she checked it and I walked her home.
"I had a really fun time" she said with a smile
"Me too it was nice talking to you. Also meeting you"
This has been like the seventh first meeting I had with her. But after this I don't know what to do. How can I stay in touch with her. That's why I did something for the first time. 
"Can I borrow your phone for a few minutes?"
"Sure why?"
"Uhm it's a surprise?
Then there I was once again writing for her
Tomorrow
To you everyday
Is a new day
Every night your memories go away
And that's not really ok
That's why I hope I can find a way
For me in your mind to stay
Can you write this day
In your journal so you could remember
The moments we had together
And on your weird days remember
To call me cause here is my number
I'll be waiting even its winter or summer
What lies ahead we may not know
But still I hope you never let go
Of the hope for a better tomorrow

This was all I can write at the moment. A short poem for her. In which I hope she read sometimes. After that. I went on home said my goodbye and hoping to see her again. We can never really predict whats coming. What time will bring. May it be new beginnings or old ones. But that is how life is. Always changing. Every choice we make leads to a different direction. That's why I learn to never expect. But right now I think for once I'll be expecting again for a better tomorrow. Without really knowing what comes next?.....



Time is unpredictable. Every action we make leads to a different heading. Still every one of us worries about what lies ahead. On what’s in store for our lives. We worry about the tomorrow every single day. Wishing that tomorrow will be better from today. A tomorrow in which there’s no pain, suffering and hurt, a new beginning, new chances and opportunities. We all wish for a tomorrow like that. Still I learned in my life to never look forward. To not expect on what tomorrow will bring. Because I don’t want to be disappointed. To look forward for a future that I know I can never have. Yeah it’s depressing, but I’ve live my life like this. Always looking back, never forward. It’s one of the curses of being able to remember everything. You’ll keep on wanting to forget or either go back to the times you still can laugh and be happy. In which I didn’t have any of those. 

It’s been about seven years or so. Since I last saw the girl who gave color and happiness to my life. The girl that I haven’t seen in such a long time. Still I remember everything about her. But the worst part is I know that she doesn’t recall any moment of us being together, well it’s been seven years and some people might have moved on and had met other people. Found happiness and know where their lives are heading to. But not me. I still feel heavy and empty. Yet I’m getting by. I college graduate with a degree in literature. Can’t even believe that the course that I would choose is about writing. Right now I’m working at a newspaper. But I don’t write news article. I’m still writing with my specialty. Poems that I don’t know if anyone actually notices. I get feedback from readers every once and a while. But I think no ones that interested in my work. 

I’ve been also trying to write my own book that I would publish with the many I have. Well it’s a move that’s unlike me. But I have a story to tell. Yet I’m having troubles in writing neither the ending nor the next events. Well you see since I can’t forget her and almost every night she is still on my mind. What I do is write about her. Write a story about me and her. Our ifs. Yet I can’t really be optimistic. That’s why even on the book I’m writing it still ends up like this. The lead character being lost. Having to say goodbye to the only thing that’s giving his world light. I really miss Ana. Each night I go on wondering where is she now. Still hoping that we will see each other again. Though my heart knows it’s impossible 

For seven years it’s been like this. At first I stayed in touch with Ana’s parents but after some time. I can’t contact them. That’s why for seven years I’ve been living my life wondering. There are moment where I almost gave into depression. But I held on because deep inside a fragment of my sanity believes that we will see each other again. Well I think that’s about it. Your all caught up with my life. Nothing really much happened in college. As always I was a loner and an outcast, because I choose to be one. That’s why for seven years. The only person I interacted with is my boss. Who discovered my poems when I was still a student. Ironically the poem that my boss read to hire me. Was the first poem I wrote for Ana, but I just went with it. My boss is really nice. He loves poetry that’s why he keeps on insisting putting a section of it in his newspaper, thanks to him I have a job. 

A job that I’m not that passionate about. But I’m ok with it. Because maybe this was it. The last remnant of Ana that is still in me. That spark of being able to write once more. Maybe someday I’ll get over everything. Someday I’ll be fine. I’ll just continue writing poems. And writing my book. I’m ok with this being the ending of a story. But once more things change. Another event that would make me hope for a better tomorrow that I know will be sorrow. 

I was walking home. I went of my office minding my own business. Just like when I was in high school. Ears plug with music not minding the world or my surrounding. Lost in thought instead of the melody that I’m hearing. Thinking. Being on my own even surrounded by many people walking. Then something broke the silence. Someone burst my bubble. A person that I’ve been wanting to see for this whole seven years. It was her Ana 

“Hey” she said to me as she tries to get my attention 

But I didn’t hear her at first because I’m listening to music. So he touched my shoulder and once again said 

“Hey are you Joseph” 

Then I finally notice her. I turned around and saw her. It’s been seven years. I don’t know what to actually feel. My mind turned blank. The thoughts that I was lost in suddenly disappear and all I wanted to do was to hug her. But I didn’t because this all feels unreal that’s why I thought I was imagining things. But no it was really her. That smile. That voice, that same innocence in her eyes. It was really her. And she remembers me. 

“Ana is that you?” 

“Oh how do you know my name? That’s weird I didn’t remember we have met before” 

Then once again my hope turned into nothing. Because she don’t remember me but how can she recognize me then from what I can see. I figure it out. 

“Uhm no but it’s written in your name tag” 

Luckily she was wearing a nametag I was safe. 

“Oh yes my bad. Well I don’t really know you as a person but I recognize you from this” she said and showed me the newspaper 

Then just like I thought she only recognize me because of the newspaper she was holding. I didn’t know what to feel. Happy that she continues to read my work or sad because she can’t remember me and that I once wrote for her 

“I see well thanks for your support” 

I wanted to end the conversation. Because I thought to myself it’s better to end things here. Rather than make myself hope that the new memories that will about the make if I keep the conversation going is a memory she’ll remember. 

“Your welcome” she said with a smile on her face 

“Well I have to get going now once again thanks and it was nice meeting you” 

I said those words. Because I cant bear looking at that smile. I don’t want to be hopeful once more. But as I was about to leave she grabbed my hand. Then it reminded me when we first met on that bridge. 

“Wait don’t leave” 

“Why?” 

“Well two reasons. Let me know more about your work. The second reason is…” 

“What is it?” 

“Is I don’t how to get home will you help me?” 

I just don’t know what is happening. What is causing this turn of events. After seven long years we met again. But why me to all the people to ask. Why me? For all the people that is walking in this area why did she ask me? 

“I don’t know how to help you and why me? 

“Because I want it to be you, I don’t know how to explain it. But your poems has always spoke to me. Each time I read your work on this newspaper I feel as if we know each other and I cant remember. Then as I forget how to get home. I was holding this newspaper then I saw you and recognize your face from the picture here posted as the writer. Well I’m sorry for being a bother but I just really need your help” 

What she said made me happy. Because I’ve been writing in the news paper for about 3 years and if she was reading my work all this time that meant one thing. All the poems I’ve written so far have reached her. Just hearing her say the word that my poems spoke to her. That made me feel so relieved. That all this time I wasn’t writing for nothing. All my efforts was not in vain. that’s why with that being said. I didn’t overthink. I just smiled at her and walked with her. 

“Fine I’ll help you get home” 

Those were my words but yes deep inside I’m happy but still holding back my words 

“Yay Thanks and let me properly introduce myself I’m Ana.” 

“Ok I’m Joseph got any idea where you live?” 

“Not a clue, you see I suffer from short term memory loss. So sometimes there are details in my life that I tend to forget.” 

“Well I guess for now lets walk around and see if you can spot a familiar place for you” 

We started walking around and talking. Then we decided to rest for a bit by sitting down on a bench. There we continued our conversation 

“so tell me more about yourself Ana?” 

I tried small talk. Asking her questions to get some hint about what was she doing in the past seven years 

“Well right now I honestly don’t know what to do.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“You see I have short term memory loss” 

“Yeah you told me that and so?” 

“Because of this condition. I forget a lot things about my life. I cant retain any memory. I only remember the now then later on forget it. Living like this has been hard. Especially for those I love. My parents have the hardest jobs. Because for years they have been taking care of me. Enduring hospital bills and buying the medication I need. Also I cant really bear to see them cry sometimes. Because there are moments when I make them cry.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“I’ve started writing a journal a while back. Sometimes when I wake up I read it. But there are days when I don’t believe I have short term memory loss. Those are the normal days for me. And today is where I believe I have short term memory in which are the weird days. But the worst days is when I cant remember anything” 

What she told me had open my eyes on how hard it must be for her parents and also for her. No wonder they didn’t stay in contact since they have to focus in caring for Ana 

“then how come you remember my work?” 

“well its because it’s a weird day. And theres a whole section of your poems in my journal. That’s why on weird days like these I read some of them. Luckily today I met you. That’s why let me ask you. Who are you really writing for? Or what is your inspiration” 

As she asked that question. I don’t know weather to tell her the truth about its for her, or not. That’s why as I writer I just answer vaguely. By telling her a story about a girl. Because I don’t want to really hope once again that I will be remembered 

“Uhm its for a girl I met seven years ago. A girl that bought color to my life. And through my poems I hope I could reach her” 

“Why? Where did this girl go anyway?” 

“She went abroad. I haven’t really heard from her since. For seven years I worry about her. Wondering if shes ok or if I’ll ever meet her again. I keep on thinking if she will remember me when we see each other again or not” 

“I’m sure she remembers you not unless…” 

“Unless what?” 

“She has short term memory loss like I do hahaha” 

Then she laugh. I cant believe even knowing her situation she still laughed about it. But me I just stared at her 

“Oh sorry my bad. But really, I know she remembers you. Especially when she read some of your poems I’m sure she will remember you” 

“ I hope she does” 

After that we just go on talking. Then I remember how she can get home. I remember when we were highs school her phone has directions to their home. So she checked it and I walked her home. 

“I had a really fun time” she said with a smile 

“Me too it was nice talking to you. Also meeting you” 

This has been like the seventh first meeting I had with her. But after this I don’t know what to do. How can I stay in touch with her. That’s why I did something for the first time. 

“Can I borrow your phone for a few minutes?” 

“Sure why?” 

“Uhm it’s a surprise? 

Then there I was once again writing for her 

Tomorrow 

To you everyday 

Is a new day 

Every night your memories go away 

And that’s not really ok 

That’s why I hope I can find a way 

For me in your mind to stay 

Can you write this day 

In your journal so you could remember 

The moments we had together 

And on your weird days remember 

To call me cause here is my number 

I’ll be waiting even its winter or summer 

What lies ahead we may not know 

But still I hope you never let go 

Of the hope for a better tomorrow 

This was all I can write at the moment. A short poem for her. In which I hope she read sometimes. After that. I went on home said my goodbye and hoping to see her again. We can never really predict whats coming. What time will bring. May it be new beginnings or old ones. But that is how life is. Always changing. Every choice we make leads to a different direction. That’s why I learn to never expect. But right now I think for once I’ll be expecting again for a better tomorrow. Without really knowing what comes next?........

A love story about a guy with hyperthymesia and a girl with short term memory loss. The guy has a disorder that makes him able to recall every event in his life. The girl on the other hand got into an accident his temporal lobe got damage so she is unable to attain short term memories. As the plot continues the main character Joseph will keep on trying to make Ana remember her. John is Ana's best friend. Marie is the first love of Joseph. They will be the hurdles at first. Then Ana's disorder worsens she will forget everything. For years they'll be separated and when they meet again. Joseph will redo and try if Ana will remember her. Then in the end they will create a sort of journal and video. By doing so Ana will remember Joseph through what Joseph write

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