I wrote these poems 
I hope you like it!!!

One day, during one of their reading sessions, she glanced up from the pages to look at him. He was actually a very handsome young man with a slender build. His brown hair casually swept over his forehead and very strong brows framed his eyes. He had a high nose bridge that further accentuated his overall handsomeness.
"Why did you stop? The next word is very easy. Don't tell me you haven't learned anything from reading every day?" he teased her. The girl's cheeks turned into a light shade of pink and resumed her reading. She couldn't believe she was openly staring at him. Just because he was blind didn't give her the right to be rude. 
One week had already passed by in the blink of an eye. She had finished the last poem for the day and had closed the book. She looked at the book for a moment before deciding to ask a question which she had on her mind ever since starting to read this book, "I don't really understand these poems. They're so vague. One poem would be talking about flowers budding and the next would be talking about a street market. How is this your favorite book?"
He took some time to think about her question before deciding on an answer. "These poems are easy for me to relate with. You're still too young to understand."
The girl's cheek puffed out in defiance. If she was only a few years older he wouldn't treat her like such a child. 
When she returned back to her parent's book store, her parents had just placed out a familiar book on the shelves. She recognized it as the book of poems that she was reading to the young man. She quickly ran up to her mother, pointed towards the book and asked, "Mother, what is this book about?"
Her mother took the book off the shelf and took a look at the cover before replying.
"This is one of my favorites. It's a book of poems about a man's life. The poems go in order from childhood to adulthood as he recounts his memories. The poems may seem random at first, but as you reach towards the end, you begin to realize that each poem was a memory he shared with someone special, probably the one he loved. It's too bad it seems he didn't end up with his loved one."
She placed the book back on the shelf and continued her work. The girl walked away with a million thoughts in her head. Memories shared with someone he loved. It was probably about his childhood friend which had married the baron. She couldn't help but feel her heart squeeze in anguish for him.
The next couple of days as she read the poems to him, she kept in mind what her mother had told her. With finally being able to understand the poems a little bit, she began to piece together the memories in which the poems held. 
The snow melted slowly // Giving way for the missed greenery // Flowers will begin to emerge // Farmers will begin to plant // Forgetting about the cold // It's a new beginning 
This was probably when they first met.
Stones laid across the lake side // Peacefulness was the feeling // Tranquility was the sensation // A stone was thrown on the lake // Causing ripples upon surface // But despite the ripples // Peacefulness and tranquility remained
This was probably when he first realized he loved her.
Water pours over the flour // Mixed until ready to bake // The heat warms the mixture to perfection // A bite is taken from the final product // Realization comes to pass // As if water was what the flour needed all along
This was probably when she realized she loved him too.
The market sounds echo through the air // Kids are seen running around // Adults are seen shopping and bargaining // Happy faces line the streets // Time passes by // The streets slowly empty // Leaving no remaining people // In the end // A street is just a street // You are just you // I am just me // It is not a guarantee that we would meet on this street
And this was probably when she left him.

Scroll was once mentioned to have gained her ability because she always sought knowledge by reading. But what if there was also something else that could have influenced her abilities?
This is a short fan fiction of a short piece of Scroll's past when she was young and had met a man who had also loved books.

Maybe it was the cheerful atmosphere in the air, or maybe it was all the chaos drink that she had consumed throughout the night, but something inside of Scroll made her want to speak up and tell a story. 
“I’ll go next,’ Scroll spoke up after the previous story. Everyone looked at Scroll expectantly. Out of everyone here, Scroll should have the most memory to remember all her encounters and all the things she has read. Surely her story would be everything but boring.
And slowly, Scroll began to recite her story.

In participation of the RTW fan fiction contest. I was one of those kids that received participation awards because I didn't excel in anything.

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

Note: From this volume, I would use personal pronouns as it would be easier to convey what I want.
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We had shifted our house and here it feels boring, there are no kids in this cross, that we know and it is very boring spending the last few days of your summer vacation fighting with your sibling. Ameya is turning more stubborn and unruly and mom is least concerned about this. She has a smart mouth, not smart, over smart mouth. And I hate people who are over smart, can't help she is my sister.
If you ask me about my relationship with dad it had never been this worse, he keeps on barking and I am least bothered about it, but it hurts a lot, I have been crying every day before sleep, I have nightmares. I dreamed about me being killed by my dad.
I felt him holding my neck and drowning me underwater, I felt breathless, helpless, I wasn't able to wake up from the dream, I was sweating. My dad became a reason for my sleepless nights.
The next day he asked me what I had dreamt about and why I was crying? I lied, I told my dad that I didn't remember anything.
I thought that would hurt my dad, was it worth it? Me being concerned about what he will feel when he doesn't think twice before spatting hurtful words?
Yesterday he called me a bastard, if I was a bastard what was he? A bastards' dad? I wanted to say that out loud but I didn't dare to.
More than desperation what filled my heart was fear, I was feared by my dad who was one of the reasons I was here.
Everybody says I look like my dad, I wanted to deny that, I never wanted to become like him, neither by looks nor by attitude.
If this was told to me when I was ten, I would be happy that I look like my dad. I was my daddy's princess back then now I am my daddy's bastard.
How ironic is it?
Now that I look back I was blinded, he never was the dad that I thought that he was. I could hear him abusing my mom mentally when I was three. I didn't notice that because it was an everyday happening, now when it was directed to me that is why I can notice it.
Why did dad like boys more than girls? Do boys have horns? Or an extra tail? What was so special about being a guy?
Now that she thought about it, boys were luckier than girls. They are not judged by the clothes they wear, they can safely go out at nights, they didn't have to leave their parents after marriage, they didn't have to do house chores.
How she wished she was a guy, believe it or not, I have never gone to any of my friend's house except for Athena's and Adwaith's. Because they shared the same language and were neighbours for almost four years her parents allowed her to go to their house only on Sunday's that too if her dad agrees.
Girls always had a lack of freedom compared to boys.
This new house is smaller compared to our previous one, this belongs to a very far away relative of ours. It's very difficult to define the relationship between the house owner and us. It's complicated.
We don't have a home of our own if you ask me why? Dad is not interested, he thinks there will be a day when money flows into our house, which is not happening soon. Mom has been pestering dad on this but he just shoos her away.
I was least concerned about this I just needed a roof to live whether it's my own or not. Maybe I had inherited this from dad.
As the school was about to open my dad pushed me into studies, the same branded books which we received last year. Can't they at least change the style of the textbooks, the maths text was as thick as my thighs, how am I going to pass this year?
I opened my English literature text the only subject I was interested in. From last year subjects were divided for us.
Science became - Biology, Chemistry and Physics.
Maths became - Arithmetic, Geometry and Algebra.
Social was - Geography, History and Civics.
This is the reason why Indians thought studying in ICSE school was great. Here kids are tortured from a young age. At the age of 11, we had 13 subjects to learn namely, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Hindi, Kannada, English Language, English Literature, Geography, History and Civics, Arithmetic, Algebra, Geometry, subjects like Computers, Gk, yoga and Moral science existed but for namesake, nobody in the school even studies those subjects.
I loved English literature, when I read stories and poems, I imagine the scenes simultaneously. I had written a story when I was ten, 'Goddess of the Moon', was its name. I had taken the story written sheets to my native only to lose it there, after that I never continued it. I had started writing songs when I was seven, my first written song was named 'Lollipop', the song was a conversation between a little girl and a lollipop, it was more like a poem. I had been greatly inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson, we had to learn his poems from our textbook.
His poems were for kids and made my imagination broad, you can rarely see kids interested in books these days but I was an exception. Reading books brought me joy and I have never read stories apart from the ones from my textbook.
Even though I had asked my parents to buy me some they never did, I didn't understand what their problem was. 
Was it because they didn't want to see me happy?

Ever wondered what an author's life will be? Ever wondered what is restricting her from achieving what she wants?
Ever wondered why she started writing?
This is a real-life story, the story of my life.
The story of a fifteen-year-old.
The story of Chaitzzz.

The bright light made Kiko dizzy. It was blinding, and though they were strongly threwn, he forced himself to stay awake and see what had happened. However, the invisible impact was too powerful that he succumbed and laid flat on the ground.

Kiko had always felt the need to do the best in eveything he did. He was not the best in everything, he knew that, so there was no point in doing something he could not be any good. He also knew who was the best in everything - his brother Jackson.

How did he know that? Simply because Jackson was admired in all aspects. He was the kind that could make all girls turn their heads. He was in first year high school, tall, good-looking, and smart in everything. He was pretty brilliant in science and super quick in math. He read a lot so he was remarkably knowledgeable in history, geography, and current events. He was also athletic. Despite being just a freshman in Subangdaku Rural High School, he was an indispensable player in the school's basketball, volleyball, and track and field varsities. Above everything else, he could sing really well. He was not the singing contest type, but he could melt any heart once he sang ballad and jazz.

And Kiko always felt a pang of envy and sadness everytime he was compared with his brother. When he was younger, people did not see any potential in him. He was an introvert boy who would rather sulk in his room and draw random shapes in his pads than basking under the sun and play with other kids.

"Why does Kiko keep locking himself up in his room? Is he that shy? What future awaits him if he is like that?"

"Look at his brother. He is very reliable!" 

"Is Kiko not like any normal kid?" 

"No wonder he is not good in school, he is not doing any good with his time."

"Why is he not like his brother?"

Kiko always heard those words, and though he kept telling himself not to be affected, he was still hurt each time people insulted him. It was as if people enjoyed stabbing him continuously. At a young age, he was deeply wounded. 

He did not hate Jackson. It was not his fault that he was the perfect son, but there was always a pressure for Kiko to do well. Not to mention that he bore his father's name - Francisco Banting, Jr. So when he got older, he strived to be perfect in the things he did best. He needed people's approval, especially his parents. He did not have to surpass his brother, he just need to be in equal footing with him. So when he was in third grade, he abandoned his shy self and became the annoying Kiko.

He became outspoken and cheeky. He played sports but he was not really into them so he crossed them out from his "excellence" list. He also did not perform satisfactorily in his academics (he was either in the second or third section) so they were also disregarded. However, Kiko had interest in writing poems, essays, and short stories. He kept notebooks of his literary outputs. So when he auditioned as a writer in the school's publication, he was instantly accepted. That gave him a lot of confidence, so much that he ran as president of his class and as officer in other clubs in school. And yes, he won them all.

He might have ruled the election results but Kiko felt that most of the kids were not sincere in voting him. They did not believe in him. They just voted him to see when he would fail and to prove they were right - that Kiko was good for nothing. 

Yet, Kiko countered their expectations, proving them all wrong. He turned out to be an effective student leader. He was hard-working and meticulous. His projects were accomplished on time and with pleasing results, like their classroom Christmas tree, donations for victims of fire, and tree planting activity in the school. By and by, he gained everybody's respect and they followed him. Still, the kids kept their distance from and Kiko remained alone with himself most of the time.

It was in fourth grade when he became friends with the trio. Jamie and Tonton submitted a couple of poems to the school publication and requested at least two must be published. Kiko, being critical and perfectionist, was blown away with their demand. He was not also impressed with their works and rejected them outright. The boys argued and they ended in a funny tussle.

"You know what, I think you are cool," Jamie said after they were sent to the guidance counselor's office.

"Did not expect that you have a good punch," Tonton complimented, his left eye beginning to darken already.

Kiko flashed a big smile despite the sore in his left cheek. He felt great having a fight with other boys. It was two against one. That very day, they became friends. Nonetheless, two poems from Jamie and Tonton appeared in the school paper. 

Kiko knew that the duo were popular in school and he felt honored to be part of their circle. He finally had friends and it was like being at home at last. Kiko could not be any happier and he would do anything to keep and protect their friendship.

Then one day, he found himself waking up to a distressed place. Subangdaku was ashen and devastated. On the ground were his three friends, lying in a pool of blood....

Kiko jolted to the vision. It was scary and the dizziness he felt earlier instantly evaporated. He felt like he was suspended between dreams and reality. It was unbelievable and shocking, he remained motionless.

Later, his eyes surveyed the surrounding. It was still night and the blinding spectacle up in the heavens had finally ended. It happened only minutes ago but it felt like years in the dreamworld. He needed to see his friends. He turned around and saw a broad silhouette approaching.

"Bogart," his whispered, happy to see his wobbly body moving around. And for certain, he believed that no harm could have happened to his friends.

Situated between a large river and verdant mountains, Subangdaku is a peaceful and laid-back community. For the Biker Brothers - Jamie, Tonton, Bogart and Kiko, life in the district was all fun and easy. Until something happens.....

Two "meteors" hit the once quiet district. In the succeeding days, scientists and media flocked in Subangdaku, disturbing its serenity and bringing changes to the community. How far can the people face the challenges?

Meanwhile, a girl with golden locks arrives in the primary school. She swept the hearts and eyes of everyone, including the Biker Brothers. Yet, the four friends felt something is really off about her. Who is she? What are her secrets?

As Subangdaku embraces the consequences of the "meteor" impact, the Biker Brothers must race to confront the changes within them. As evil lurks and intends to destroy the townspeople, the boys must speed to stop it with the help of their friends and loved ones. Will they triumph? Or will the evil simply destroy them?

New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday/Sunday.

Louie Ados

I always try to live through everyone's expectations, I was so used to people praising me for who I am, being the perfect ideal type of every guy, being the perfect ideal type for a daughter, student and even as a friend.

Room 1 is my classroom, it's filled with brainy students or talented kids who're honored for their skills, even the daughter of the US president is here. Of course I got in through my own talent and intelligence, no money was used to bribe staff. 
As I walk to my desk that's beside the window my friend Gladys waved at me.
"Hey! How was your weekend?" Gladys happily said
"Good" I said "You know me same old thing"
"Ugh! Reading poems again" she said in disgust "When are you gonna go out and have fun…,you know, like shopping or watching a movie."
"Why not try reading them? It's super good.. I can give you a poem that might attract your senses." I said as I was sitting down on my chair "There are poems for everyone."
Gladys imitated a vomiting action. 
"Oh don't be harsh on poems, try reading one it might interest you." I said. 
Bell Rang and our literature teacher came in.
He took our attendance and said "Louie Ados, You like reading poems right?" In a serious tone.
"I actually adore poems" I said while standing up "Why'd you ask Mr. Defer?" 
"Then you're the perfect person to fit for this job…, I'll be giving you an outside task" he said as he was coming toward me "Do this and I'll be giving you bonus points for the next exam…, What do you say?"
"Mr. Defer, I know nothing of this outside task. Why should i accept such a thing?" I said in a serious tone
"That's right, Let's talk about the details after class.. Got to the teacher's lounge. I'll discuss it with you there." He said as he turned around to go to the front.
While sitting down I was curious as to why he needs a person like me.
Class ended, I stood up and picked up my things and went straight to the teacher's lounge.
Mr. Defer wasn't there yet.So, I took a bit of a look around the teacher's lounge, As I was looking around a man whispered behind me near my ear "What are you looking at?" 
As I panicked I jumped, turned around,closed my eyes and quickly slapped the man's cheek.

'Slap'

In shock I later realized that I slapped someone who I absolutely have no Idea who might he be.., Shit. I opened my eyes and saw the man rubbing his cheek.
"Is that how you people treat students from outside?" He said while coming near me,
He grabbed my chin and said "Nice slap though." He said leaning in to kiss me.
I panicked and kicked him in that spot..,

'Thud'

"Ooooh" he moaned in pain

Shit. 
Later on I found myself bowing down and apologizing to him.
He was on the ground holding you know what is, shouting all kinds of curse words.
I saw my teacher behind him and quickly hit his head with a thick book.

'Bam'

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR OLD MAN?!" The man said "SHE BROKE MY EGGS! THIS IS HARASSMENT!"

"His name is Mark Christopher Kyle, just call him MK" Mr. Defer said, Mr. Defer gave MK a signal meaning to introduce himself to me but instead MK shrugs Mr. Defer and out of nowhere Mr. Defer smacks the back head of MK.

'Pok'

"This is bullying im so reporting you.." MK whispered loudly enough for Mr. Defer to hear and lower enough so other people won't hear, Out of nowhere chuckled loud enough for him to hear "Names MK" he made it sound cool and all, "M'kay" I said in a teasing tone.
"Anyway"Mr. Defer interrupted "I want you to ask your mother and father to come tomorrow," he said in such a serious tone. "You can leave now, I'll tell you tomorrow what you have to do, He told me he wouldn't be able to make it just now, let's discuss about the details tomorrow" he said, Mr.Defer looked at MK "and you, you're coming with me" he said while pinching his ear and dragging him inside his office.

I left the office and headed to driveway waiting for my pick-up service,
A man suddenly gently tapped my shoulder, I turned around and he said "Miss, I will be your new pick-up service, follow me pls." He said..
As I was following him I wondered why my old service got replaced, nevertheless my mind kept thinking about what Mr. Defer's favor is.

As I arrived at my house, I entered the house, went up the stairs and did my homework. It's still on my head what the favor was and why he needs my parents to come tomorrow.
"I should probably sleep" I told myself
A soft knock was heard on my door and the door opened for a little bit it was my mother, "Eat. Downstairs?" My mom said with a japanese accent, my mother has yet to fully learn english so her english is a bit messy.
"No, Thank you." I said standing up "By the way, Mr. Defer wants you both to come to school tomorrow." I said looking at her and waiting for her reaction, she nodded and closed the door to keep me in peace, "Seems like they knew each other, anyhow I should go to bed and get some rest."

Two people from different families meet, fall in love, and ran away from their own flesh and blood from the same reason.

"The river comes from west in turns; I am startled by the featured scenery. Hundreds of houses gather here to form a county; although having no city walls, they lean against a mountain. The shadow of the sail is looming in the river not far away from the maple leaves. Water gurgled near my bed. In straw rain cape, I am close to Yan Ling; pitifully, I could only look at the crystal river and pass by...What a nice poem! This poem could at least stay in the list of Talents' Pavilion for one year. It's said that it was written by a talent surnamed Xu in Xintong City. Not bad! Not bad..."
"Look at this one. I feel this poem is more artistic. The wild wind blows my white coat; I move on the river by boat. As the sun sets in the distance, green contours of mountains undulate. Feeling cold, flowers drop their heads; being tired, birds twittered occasionally. After seeing smoke rising, I anchor my fishing boat and come to Zhuxi Temple..."
"I don't agree with you, brother Ou. If this poem appears in a remote hotel or a residence of a hermit in the deep mountain, it would be amazing. However, it appears in the Talents' Pavilion. Therefore, I think the poet perhaps want to show off his talent; instead of aiming to be a real hermit. I would not vote him..."
"You're right, brother Li; you're right..."
In the afternoon, after circling around the city for a few hours, Zhang Tie was finally sent to the Talents' Pavilion in Datang City cordially by the taxi driver. Through the constant introduction of the taxi driver, Zhang Tie gradually learned more about Datang City and Xuanyuan Wuji and acquired a lot of useful information.
Xuanyuan Wuji's position in Datang City was like that of Zhang Tie in Fiery-Dragon Bounty Territory. Each action of him would be eye-catching. Therefore, Zhang Tie easily got the message that Xuanyuan Wuji was in Datang City these days from the taxi driver.
According to the taxi driver, at the end of each year, the adorable third prince would host philanthropic campaigns like providing porridge and money and giving condolence to soldiers, civilians and students in the city. Therefore, Xuanyuan Wuji would always stay in Datang City in the entire December. After hearing this message, Zhang Tie finally felt relaxed.
After making a plan to pay a secret visit to the third prince's mansion tonight and kill him when possible, Zhang Tie finished his lunch in a hotel before being led to the Talents' Pavilion by the taxi driver. With the attitude of doing as the Romans do, Zhang Tie started to wander in the Talents' Pavilion.
Talents' Pavilion was a vast octagonal traditional Hua building. Being located in the west of Datang City, Talents' Pavilion was in a hill not far from Datang Learning Academy. It was surrounded by beautiful scenery. No ticket was required to enter the Talents' Pavilion. Instead, each one could get a ticket for free at the entrance. As many people came here, after receiving tickets, they would vote for their most favorite works, political opinions, poems or essays of those "talents" by putting their tickets into the ballot boxes under the creators. In each fixed period, the ballot boxes would be opened and the tickets would be counted. Those with more tickets would rank higher on the list and would win chances to be promoted to high-level officials. 
On the taxi, Zhang Tie had been told about the game rules in Talents' Pavilion. After entering it, Zhang Tie felt strange watching those literati concentrating on those works. 
As for Zhang Tie, the so-called Talents' Pavilion was just a trick that Xuanyuan Wuji used to buy the hearts of people at the bottom of the society and control the public opinions. As he wanted to fight for the throne, Xuanyuan Wuji had to act like a "sagacious emperor". Such a trick would work more or less. However, the so-called talents in the Talents' Pavilion were actually some bottom literati in Datang City and nearby provinces or prefectures. What about those knights of Taixia Country if these people could be called talents? Real knights always neglected these things. A real knight didn't need to show off his literary talents for fame and wealth here. 
These literati had a big say at the bottom of society, who could influence many people's opinions. That might be the reason that Xuanyuan Wuji played such a trick. 
In a world dominated by knights, literati who only thought about reading instead of cultivating their battle strength would not enjoy high positions. Even if these literati could make some achievements in literature, most of them could at most be some grass-root clerks and officials. Very few of them could become the trusted subordinates of third prince like Fang Qingming on His Majesty's side. Right because of this reason, so many literati were longing for showing off their talents in the pavilion as they all dreamed to be the very trusted subordinate of the third prince and provide political suggestions to him. 
Zhang Tie was not interested in poems and essays; however, he was clear about the function of Talents' Pavilion. Standing behind those literati and listening to their comments, Zhang Tie revealed a despised look as if he was watching some kids building a castle using sand.
"Bro, I wonder about your noble opinion..." One of the literati in front of Zhang Tie asked when he caught Zhang Tie's contemptuous look and became irritated. Hearing his words, all the other literati in front turned around and fixated onto Zhang Tie at a stroke.
"Haha, I have no noble opinion; I have no noble opinion. Now that these poems and essays could be displayed here, they are nice for real..." Zhang Tie replied with a big smile as he cupped his hands towards them and intended to leave. Because Zhang Tie didn't feel like wasting time with these humble literati at all. 
"Bro, you're so presumptuous!" One of those literati was instantly driven mad by Zhang Tie's response, although Zhang Tie didn't have malicious intent. As a result, all of them were glaring at Zhang Tie as if Zhang Tie had insulted their belief. "These poems and essays are all top works among hundreds of millions of works. Bro, you might be erudite; how about showing us...We want to broaden our vision..."
"When I watched the snow last year, I got a poem by accident. Its name is Falling Snow. If you want to hear it, this humble man would read it for you..."
"Hmm, go ahead. I would like to appreciate your good piece..." a literati said with a sneer.
After looking around, Zhang Tie cleared his voice. After that, he read his poem under the gaze of all the others, "What is flying in the sky? There's a pile in the east, another pile in the west. Is the Jade Emperor building the Imperial Palace? Screening lime yo, screening lime!"
After Zhang Tie finished his poem, all the onlooking literati were petrified as their faces turned purple, quivering all over...
It appeared that Zhang Tie's interest was aroused. Before those people opened their mouth, he continued, "This humble man got another one when I watched the lightning bolt in the sky. Its name is Singing the Lightning Bolt. Glad to hear your comments about it. Ahem, ahem. I suddenly see a fiery chain in the sky as if the Jade Emperor is smoking; if Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is there a fiery chain...Eh, brothers, brothers, don't run away; I've got some more..."
Those literati who intended to make Zhang Tie embarrassed were severely injured by Zhang Tie's two poems. Soon after Zhang Tie finished his second poem, those literati had covered their faces with sleeves and left there as they didn't feel like talking with Zhang Tie any more.
Zhang Tie pretended to persuade them to stay; however, those literati paced up in case of being influenced by the bad luck brought by Zhang Tie. 
Shaking his head, Zhang Tie smiled and was going to leave. Unimaginably, a burst of applaud sounded behind him. 
"What nice poems! What nice poems..."
Zhang Tie turned around as he saw a hermit-like middle-aged literati in white robe clapping his hands.
"Young brother. Your poems look coarse; however, they're of great charisma. If charisma only is considered, your poems are much better than all the others in the Talents' Pavilion..."
After hearing the middle-aged literati's comment, Zhang Tie knew that he was not jeering at him. Given his personality, Zhang Tie started to like him. 
"Haha, to tell the truth, the two poems are not created by me; instead, I read it from a book by accident. The writer is a rude soldier of Hua people before the Catastrophe..."
"Oh, I see!" the literati replied as he continued, "Young brother, now that you could admit it frankly, you must be a straight-forward man. It must be your first time in Datang City. Me too! Young brother, how about traveling around the city with me..."
"Nice..." Zhang Tie replied with a smile too. 
　　


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


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