This is a compilation of all the stories my writing teacher made us make, so here ya go lol.

This story is about a typical teenage girl, Jane Allison, who goes to school (8th Grade). Her life is like any other teenagers', having its own ups and downs filled with joy and gloom, laughter and anger. She loves having fun with her friends. Jane is a funny and silly yet moody girl. She thinks her life is pretty boring but her best friends are always there to make her happy and always stick around to have fun and make silly and crazy memories.
Enjoy!

John an old man who tell his love story to his neighbor Rahul 

John an a school boy who fallen in love with his classmate but .....read full story

I know this is a joke fanfiction but I'll put it here anyways.

This is a temporary Goodbye.


I'm sorry that you have to hear this but I won't be making any future chapters for now.


I'm 15. I can't make money not unless I find a job, and I can't find a job not unless I finish stupid highschool.


A few days ago, I was both doing school and writing, my parents are starting to threaten me that if I don't get a job, I'll rot.

They will feed me until I hit 18 but that's about it.


If I become 18. I will just be sad.

I have to do something so that I won't have to live in the streets. So that's why I'm making the decision today to stop writing.

For God's sake I might permanently stop.


I'm in highschool and I'm failing.

I need to finish school and pass, otherwise I'm going to live in the streets and possibly slowly die. 


I need a job in the future so I can feed myself and do what I want, but I cannot do that right now. So in order for me to focus on school more.


I will stop doing what I love, that's writing and drawing, and just focus it all on school.


I won't be posting any more stories not until I finish school or I find a way to make income on doing what I love and possibly make more likeable content for you folks.


I was so determined to write more bizzare stories. You may not believe this but I can think of a couple different stories with different genres.  Half of them I already admire.


One of them is called "Maids Play."

It's a story about a staggering butler trying to live a life in a mansion, he always gets belittled and mistreated until he was eventually murdered by one of the butlers in the mansion for being "useless."


He was reincarnated in another world where it's a kingdom.

He was found by some people and he looked like a maid so he was dragged to the kingdoms castle where he met the king of the kingdom.


Everyone thinks he is a maid but he explained that he is a butler. The kingdom doesn't have a clue on what butlers are or what they do, but the king is sure that he is like a maid and he was offered to work in the kingdom.


The protagonist has no choice to accept so he can try to live a life.

He accepted and then he was welcomed by two maids who will change his directions in life, it's either going to be heaven or hell.


That's one of the future stories I plan on writing.

I really like to write it and I really hope in the future everyone likes it, so as my future stories I'm planning to make.


Anyways to sum it all up.


I won't be writing more stories or chapters, until I finish highschool and find a job and get money and once that is done.


I'm going to start writing stories again, but I'm going to think that I already lost my talent for writing then.

So I have to make plans in a notebook so I won't forget.

I hope.


I have two plans though.

Number 1: being that I stop writing and focus on school so I can have a job, I might take college, but I'm not interested in college.


Number 2: is support from you folks.

I can keep on writing and continue drawing, until I get good at it. 

I have a ******* if you don't know.


It's *******.com/TionUwU


That's my ******* page and I created it for the future when I do and make stuff.


If I can hit 10 patreons, I won't lose hope on writing and continue what I do and forget about highschool.


If I hit 5-9 patreons. I'll try my best to write stories while still focusing on high school.


For 1-4 patreons, I won't be able to focus on writing that much, but I will continue to write some chapters that's in high views. Like Konosuba: Love Circle.


Please. PLEASE if you do want to support me.

Do not pick the highest one yet, I still can't afford to do what I promise in the high tiers.

The Donator Tier and The Supporter Tier is enough for me to think that I can live with it.


My family is poor and me finishing high school is probably the best way I can pay my family back for their support throughout my entire childhood and now.


I think even a small amount, I can manage. 


Here what you will be expecting if this specific direction goes to what it is.


No Support: If no one is willing to support me, I'm going to stop and just focus on school. That's it, no more future stuff. See you in the next 3 years.


1-5 Patreons: I won't lose hope and I will continue but slowly of course. I have to focus on high school still.


6-10: I'm going to actually focus more on writing. I can forget about school if I choose to.


If I have 10+ Patreons: I can finally continue and I will be leaving school to focus on what I was given a talent for. Writing and drawing.


Anyways that's all.

If one of the outcomes comes to fruition, I will do that. I'm serious about seeing you all in 3 years. I wont be online.


You might be wondering…

Why not write stories in your free time?

I have no free time. I'm serious, me and my family are trying to live a life and I'm just trying to help them by trying to finish highschool and get a job.


And if I do have free time, that free time always goes to try and help my family do chores and stuff.


Anyways this is my temporary goodbye.


I will see if someone actually likes me time to time but if no one likes me and sees me as a stupid kid just trying to beg for money, that's fair. 


I think I'm a stupid degenerate who tries to write for money, even though sometimes I write for fun. 


Anyways my actions will depend on you folks actions whenever you will give me a hug or just slap me in the face and go.


And sorry for saying this a couple of times, but I guess let's all meet each other soon.

Until something changes…


Goodbye.

Sayonara.


~Tion_Official

Natsuki Subaru doesn't fucking know where he is so he decides to explore this place because he has nothing else to do.

This story is not meant to mock or inspire anyone or the creator.

This fanfiction is just here to be here.

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


As the value of the two short stories rose at an exponential rate, the school officials also started paying close attention to maintaining the books. Some argued that they needed to be removed from the library in order to conserve the work of the school's very own world-class author. However, the young author wanted the exhibition to continue, and the school had no choice but to respect his opinion. To make matters worse, as the school's concerns about the exhibition grew, one of the attending students had been caught trying to steal the very books the school had been worried about. From then on, it became obvious what would happen next.

"Just like that, nobody can read those short stories anymore." 

The fans were envious of Yun Woo's schoolmates for their access to the young author's short stories. However, that envy had been short-lived, and the schoolmates were no longer the subject of envy. 

"That moron really stirred the pot," Sun Hwa said, and Seo Kwang gnashed his teeth as if the thief had become his worst enemy. 

"I feel really bad for the underclassmen. There's only so much fun they can have at school, and without those books, school will become even less interesting for them," Bom said. Meanwhile, Baron was resting his chin on his hand with an unsurprised look, just as unfazed as the time when he had heard his posters had been trampled over by the frantic crowd. 

"That's as expected. If anything, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. Those were Yun Woo's unannounced short stories." 

"That doesn't mean some dimwit who can't even control himself should have the same privilege as everyone else. If he had actually gotten away and had those books to himself, that would have been stomach-churning," Seo Kwang said, looking explicitly at Juho. He had to be expecting a certain answer. Although Juho avoided his friend's gaze, drinking his beer instead, Seo Kwang didn't let up.

"Are you STILL not gonna publish them?" 

And after immersing himself in thought for a little while, the young author said, "I don't know." 

Needless to say, his clubmates didn't find his answer satisfactory. 

"Just do it already!" Sun Hwa shouted, as if representing the deepest desires of the young author's fans. Seo Kwang, too, nodded with exaggeration and agreed with her.

"I think you should do it, Yun Woo," Baron said, sitting on the couch, and Bom also agreed with him. Then, Juho couldn't help but chuckle as he saw an uncanny resemblance to another experience.

"I feel like I'm reading through the comments on some article about me."

"See? You get where we're coming from. C'mon, we wanna read those short stories again!" 

"I actually have them with me right now. Do you want them?" 

As Seo Kwang hesitated noticeably, Sun Hwa grabbed him by the back of the collar of his shirt and said to Juho, "OK, I have to ask you. Why are you so against publishing them?"



"I didn't realize I had scheduled a meeting with my readers today?" Juho said.

"Damn it, you're killin' me!" Sun Hwa let out, almost as if she'd punch him at any given minute. 

"They're both incredible, and to be honest, none of us thought that they should stay in school. And now, just look at how things turned out! Just publish them already! What's keeping you?" Sun Hwa asked.

Juho was in a tighter situation than he had realized, and he was certain that his clubmates wouldn't take it well if he were to tell the truth. Their piercing gazes came at the young author like arrows, anxious to hear his answer. 

"I just don't really see the point."

"What?!" Sun Hwa let out as her brow furrowed. To which, Juho explained, "I'm not all that interested in the things that have been happening at school lately. Most people are curious about the short stories because of their correlation with 'Language of God' and the Black Book's cover."

"But…"

"And I, personally, don't think those short stories are all that great. That isn't that say that they're so bad that I'm afraid to let others read them, either. Either way, they still have a ways to go until they're decent, and I don't even feel like reading them again. So, with all that said, I have no passion for publishing them." 

"Still…"

"And there's the writing style. Since I wrote as Juho Woo, they won't feel even remotely similar to Yun Woo's style. If anything, it won't all that long until people realize just how alien those stories feel." 

"..."

With that, Juho took a sip of his beer.

"But they're still your stories," Seo Kwang said, and Juho nodded, saying, "That's right. I wrote them."

"And you wrote the ending to 'Sublimation,' too." 

"Yep." 

"If the short stories get out to the world, people will realize just how versatile you are as a writer," Seo Kwang said in a calm tone of voice, and seeing the lack of change in Juho's expression, he added, "I'm sure you don't really feel like explaining yourself to anyone, but once your readers realize your versatility, they'll be able to appreciate your books at a much deeper level, which also means they'll be able to enjoy them even more." 

"You think so?" 

"Both of your short stories are topnotch in terms of quality. On top of that, how many short stories has Yun Woo published in relation to the number of full-length novels? This would be an opportunity for you to give your fans just what they want." 

"Hm…"

"Although, the outcome could always be different from the hopeful picture we have in mind. What IS certain, though, is that your readers are thirsty for them. Desperately so. Are you just gonna neglect them?" 

"If you put it that way, then that makes me the bad guy," Juho said, chuckling.

"Well, you might not be far off. In fact, it won't be long until people start complaining about you not publishing them."

Then, Juho asked out of impulse, "Should I?"

"Really!?" 

"But what if Juho Woo gets his feelings hurt? They're his first pieces." 

"Nah! He's a bigger man than that. He'll understand."

"Then, should I go for it?"

"You mean it though?" 

"But they're just too short." 

"...."

As Bom guzzled down her beer, Juho offered her some snacks.

"Don't drink too fast."

With that, Seo Kwang started moaning about how ineffective his speech had been. However, he couldn't be further from the truth. As it dawned on the young author that he no longer had the luxury to remain silent, he started entertaining the thought of meeting up with Nam Kyung to discuss the matter. Then, remaining unfazed on the outside, Juho put his beer down quietly. 

"Be safe," Juho said as he saw his clubmates out. Although they looked much more excited, their excitement had little to do with alcohol.

"Seriously, give it some thought," Seo Kwang said, grasping Juho's shoulder. 

"All right," Juho said haphazardly. After waving his hand at his clubmates and closing the door, their voices could be heard fading into the distance. The once-boisterous house was now silent. 

'Everyone's grown up now,' Juho thought to himself as he gathered the trash and wiped the table. None of his clubmates were in high school or had to dress in uniforms anymore. The conversation about the immediate future was still fresh in the young author's mind. They were worried about what was ahead of them: the new beginning. Was that because they were no longer within the safe boundaries of school, or were they thinking outside of the boundary of the present? Having become part of their past, high school was no longer a subject of fear for them. At that moment, Juho rubbed his right hand as he felt a tingling sensation on it, struck by inspiration.

"School."

--

"Oh, yeah! That's the stuff!" 

After coming home earlier than usual, Nam Kyung took a beer out of the refrigerator upon arrival. Since he had already eaten beforehand, he didn't need anything else. Then, walking over to the living room, he sat down and took his laptop out. His biggest concern had been the requests by Yun Woo's fans flooding the office as of late, wanting the young author to publish the two short stories.

"What a mess," the editor let out as he logged into the company's website. The bulletin was filled with people's requests for Yun Woo's short stories. It was quite the contradicting sight from the past, when there had barely been any users. The fan cafes and blogs were in a similar state, and there was a considerable number of people who had become members of the cafes or the blogs for the sole purpose of leaving a request. As a reader and a fan himself, it wasn't hard for Nam Kyung to understand where those people were coming from. After all, the editor was also one of the people who sincerely hoped for the short stories to come out to the world. 

"I don't blame you people. I'd pay to read those short stories." 

The two short stories written by Yun Woo under the name Juho Woo had been growing increasingly valuable among his fans. Not only had the stories been written while the young author had still been anonymous, but they had also been written in secret. The fans were entirely justified in their curiosity and their desire to read and own them. Knowing all this, Nam Kyung was predicting that the short stories would be massive success.

"Although, it's still a mystery to me why he's so uninterested." 

However, Yun Woo tended to be aloof when it came to success. While it did set him apart from all other authors, it did leave the editor perplexed. The young author didn't trust the overwhelmingly positive response of his fans. On top of that, the result was only good when he was satisfied with his work, no matter how successful it might be. It was no different this time around. The fact that there were countless people wanting the short stories to be published didn't necessarily lead the young author to believe in his skills. Although Yun Woo's posture made him a trustworthy author, Nam Kyung found himself in a bit of a tighter situation than usual.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he decides to publish them now, when everybody wants it the most." 

If it had been up to Nam Kyung, he wouldn't have hesitated to get started on the publishing process. 'How can I convince him?' Nam Kyung thought to himself as he organized the data about Yun Woo in his mind, thinking about bringing the idea up to the young author the next day. At that moment, as he was looking piercingly at his phone next to him for no apparent reason, the screen lit up all of a sudden.

"Juho?" 

Yun Woo was calling. Then, without hesitation, the editor picked up the phone and answered the call with gladness. 

"Hey, Juho." 

"Are you busy?" the young author said in his distinctively calm and peaceful tone of voice. 

"I'm havin' a drink," the editor said, shaking the beer in his hand. 

"By yourself?"

"Nothing too fancy, though." 

"I had a drink earlier, too," Yun Woo said. At that, an unexplainable emotion washed over Nam Kyung. The young author, who the editor had known since he was a minor, had reached an age when he was legally allowed to drink. Time had flown by. 

"Maybe this is what it's like to be a father." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Let's go out sometime, you and I," Nam Kyung asked, feeling warm on the inside, possibly from the alcohol. As an editor in Korea, watching an author grow up into adulthood was an incredibly rare experience, and knowing that, Nam Kyung considered himself lucky. 

"Speaking of which, why don't we meet tomorrow? I have something I want to talk to you about." 

"Is this work-related?"

"Yes."

"Then, my answer is always a resounding yes." 

Yun Woo's writing had brought absolute benefits to Zelkova, which also placed him on a rather influential position.

"But what is it that you want to talk about?" Nam Kyung asked. It wasn't common for Juho to take the initiative to talk. At which point, Juho responded in a calm tone of voice, "My short stories."

When the very words that he had been thinking intensely about up to a moment before came from the receiver of his phone, Nam Kyung sat up involuntarily.

"As in THE short stories!?"

"Are we on the same page here?" 

"School." 

Then, a low, but innocent-sounding chuckle, which implied confirmation, came from the receiver of the editor's phone. 

"Are you thinking about it!?" 

"I just wanted to talk about it with you."

"Yeah! Absolutely!" 

Although it still wasn't clear what it was going to be about, it was certainly good news. Then, after making plans with Juho, the editor hung up, determined to convince the young author to publish those short stories.

---

"Been a while since we came here, huh?"

"Yeah." 

For the first time in years, Juho was at the restaurant near the editor's office, which they had visited once in the past. The fact that there were private rooms in the restaurants made it a convenient spot for a meeting.

"The magazine's doing pretty well, huh?" Nam Kyung said light-heartedly. Since the release of the magazine, fans had been absorbing every bit of information about Yun Woo like sponges, and its sales alone were proof of that.

"There are quite a few people who are impressed that the interview was carried out entirely in English."

"Is that right?" 

Although it was trivial and insignificant, seeing Yun Woo on the screen of a computer or a TV had been alien and distant to his fans. The interview in the magazine had successfully removed that distance between his fans and their favorite author almost instantly. 

"But nothing comes close to how much people talk about the background in the photos." 

The place in which the interview had been carried out, the author's home. Stacks of manuscripts of towering height. The fans had grown wild, as if having obtained clues that they had long sought after. They were ecstatic that Yun Woo could be within the boundaries of common knowledge and rationality. 

"A lot of people seem to see your frugal lifestyle in a positive light." 

"See, I don't think I'm frugal at all. Yet, I get that a lot." 

"That's because you're Yun Woo."

"I get that a lot, too," Juho said, chuckling quietly. He was starting to get a grasp for how others viewed him, and Nam Kyung seemed to be quite satisfied by how the young author was being received, saying, "I don't think there's been a single reader who came to oppose buying your books after finding out who you really were."

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

  The application to any of the 4 great academies is quite complex. There are many trials and tests which need to be taken to determine the power and use of a story.
During the remaining 3 months of high school Jun En continued to work on his body, actively engaging in quests if they ever were any that appeared. In the span of three months he had increased his body by leaps.

*ding*

Name: Wu Jun En
Race: Human
Class: Unknown
Title: (_the caring_) {title effect: strengthen healing properties and effects by 50%}

Level: 5

HP: 40/40
Stamina: 16/16
Strength: 19
Agility: 16
Dexterity: 26
Intelligence: ???

Unassigned stats: 4

Skills: Speedy Devour, Speed Reading, Quick Thinking, Second chance [3/3]

Skills Tree (???)

Stories: [The quick eater], [Immersive reader], [over analyser], [the one who saved]

EXP: 40/300


  His stats had increased tremendously over this 3 month time period, however his current stats could be said to only be better than the average human by far, but this was not enough. Those who had stories that could improve their bodies would be much much stronger by far. He realised this when he asked the voice, which informed him a physical story type teller which has just awakened would have an average stat of twenty across the board. While his health and dexterity met that requirement his other stats were lagging behind.

Jun En was in his room laying on his bed staring up at the status window. He still hadn't figure out why the intelligence stat was just marked with [???]. He tried asking the voice about it but all he got was "when the time comes you'll know". That wasn't very helpful at all.

Jun En had already sent in his application and had to go in for the test. The test was a week away and Jun En had to prepare himself for anything.


*****


  Jun En left his home the day of the test and set out, he didn't really have any fancy clothing but he tried to make a good first impression, dressing up in long pants and a button up shirt as he was going for an interview.

He took the flight train to the station near the Novelia Academy. As he walked out of the flight train he noticed something different and rather peculiar about the characters walking towards the school. Everybody was about the same age all a little different, a little peculiar. Some dressed too formally, others just came in shorts. Some had hairstyles which were quite out there, and others seemed to be trying too hard with fashion putting on way too much.

  The path to the academy was long and tiring as there were no direct station near the school. To get there one had to walk towards mount Selvic which was a kilometre away from the station. From there one had to get on gondola to get to the top of the mountain, this was the only way in and the only way out. A flight train or any flying vehicle is unable to move to the top of the mountain as any vehicles within range of the mountain would shutdown. This was a safety-precaution first installed when the academy was first built.
Of course if one chose they could try to trek up the mountain as well but they would be risking their lives to do so. The mountain was covered by a giant forest, that laid in a thick blanket over the mountain, making it hard to navigate if one were to enter. No one knew clearly whether any beasts roamed the mountain. In the end the only thing that worked was a gondola that would move groups of people up and down the mountain.

Jun En reached the gondola station at bottom of the mount Selvic, as he approached the gondola station a security officer could be seen dressed in a full navy blue outfit with a blazer and long pants standing inside the booth.
As Jun En approached the booth after many others and a low raspy voice could be heard, it was the security officer. He was slightly taller then Jun En and had a larger build, his eyes seemed to pierce the soul of anybody who stared.

"State your business" the security guard said as he stared at Jun En

Jun took out his application form and showed it to the security officer

"Okay proceed to the line for the gondola" the security guard handed the application

Jun En walked towards the line which zigzagged all the way to the gondola. He stood in line as he overheard some of the other applicants talking. Two of these applicants were talking behind him, these two people were particularly tall, they looked almost 190cm in height.

As they stood behind Jun En and loomed over behind him he overheard their conversation.

"Hey did you know apparently only 20% of the all applicants ever reach graduation"

"That is intense does that mean the other 80% fail or drop out?"

"I don't know it isn't really certain but apparently a good number of the 80% die before they drop out, well it is just a rumour though"

"Geesh way to bring down the mood now I'm not sure if I should have applied in the first place"

"Yeah maybe we should just go"


  Jun En stood there in line listening to the two giants banter, constantly debating whether they should leave or stay.

As he stood there in line he thought to himself. '80% don't make it and some even die huh?'

A grin formed on his face as he stood in line, some people saw this grin and immediately turned away. The grin and expression he made, made others think that he had gone insane or was some nefarious villain in a superhero movie.
As he stood there grinning only one thought seemed to cross his mine.

'Well this will definitely be a fun experience.'

*****

  At the end of the Gondola applicants got off at the station and started moving out of the station towards the direction of the school. As they approached the school a large wall appeared in view seemingly growing bigger as people approached it. This large wall was obsidian black in colour and seemed to surround the school, and these walls towered over everything reaching 35-40 meters in height. It prevented people from attempting to break in while stopping the students from breaking out as well. From the outside the school looked like nothing but walls, as if a giant prison was placed on the top of the mountain, walling off the school from the rest of the world.


Everybody approached the giant wall and a low audible click could be heard as part of the wall split down the middle and slowly opened up, resembling a giant doorway or path to the school grounds.

As the wall opened up the path  the earth beneath everyone's feet began to rumble, the large walls moved to the side like an automatic glass door and revealed the most architectural futuristic and beautiful campus. The first thing that the applicants saw was a large field in front of the school, in the field students could be seen in the midst of classes practising utilising their stories with one another.

The fields itself wasn't even a field of grass but a a grid like field with concrete slabs as squares. There was a path that moved through the field and led to every building in the school. The school building itself was massive upside-down trapezoid shaped building with multiple other square and circle shaped structures of similar size to the building floating beside it. These floating building like structures appeared to be disconnected from everything else floating beside the main building.


'Huh' how peculiar Jun En thought, in 2155 of course technology had advanced since the early 2000s but some of the most advanced technology either belong to the government or the rich, thus Jun En had never seen anything like it before.

As they approached the main trapezoid building the outside of the building could be seen, one side of the building was lined with glass windows that glistened in the afternoon sun.

  All those who came were amazed by the size of the building and immersed in the floating building-like strucutres next to the main building. As everybody entered the lobby of the massive trapezoid building, everyone was lead by what seemed to be the teachers of the school to the auditorium.

The auditorium was not a normal auditorium, the walls were a combination of concrete and metal all heavily reinforced. The walls and floor were all white. At the front of the auditorium was a stage, however it looked more like an elevated platform then anything else.

A woman who looked seemingly old walked towards up to the stage. She was dressed from head to toe in military garb, a. Full black attire with army boots, on her left chest was a white star that could fit into one's palm. Despite looking old due to her wrinkles, she had very soft spoken features with a seemingly gentle smile, he hair was a mixture of black and grey and was tied in a bun.


As she got on to the stage. She looked at the applicants with smiling eyes.


"Hello kids welcome to Novelia, you can call me the headmaster of the school. There is no need to disclose who I am, thus when addressing me please just call me 'headmaster'. Today we will be determining which of you will enter and which one of you will go home. Oooo sounds like a gameshow doesn't it?  Do give it your best shot. Does anybody have any questions?"


A girl raised her hand and asked "is it true that only 20% of the students graduate"


"Ho". The headmaster looked towards the voice who asked the question.

"Now who told you that, that's not true, it's just that the 80% that didn't graduate weren't qualified enough"

"So there have been times when the more then 20% passed" asked another kid

"No, not yet it's just that many couldn't last. So how long do you think you'll last?"


The kid froze at her question. How hard was the curriculum that not more than 20% always passed. Her final comment left the room frozen.


"Well good-day to you all and I hope you survive" she smiled as she walked off the stage.


Many were scared after this, others felt overly confident, Jun En felt surprisingly happy at the prospect of something exciting waiting for him in the future.

After the address, applicants were first split into groups each taking turns to do different trials. Firstly the groups would be tested to see what their stories were and their respective classifications.
Applicants were given a watch which could read the unique energy signatures given off by their bodies, using it to determine the stories and the powers or abilities which are given by such stories. The watch then displays the stories in their possession and respective ability classifications. They were then sent to different locations within the campus depending on the classification their story fell into.


  Stories had many different classification, as there were many types of stories. Stories about inventors or had to do with crafting, creating or innovating would fall under [utility] stories, as such stories could allow people to make multitudes of things from advanced weapons to technology that would increase an individuals power, improve an economy and even enhance society as a whole.
The next classification would be [battle], these were stories usually stories of warriors or beasts which possessed great powers and battle prowess, or stories that had the power to strengthen people and turn the tide of battle.
There was also [medical] this dealt with healers as they didn't fall into other categories. With the final classification being [general] these were stories that were classified to either have no use or no current use could be found. Stories that were listed in general could move to other categories if a significant use was found. A student could be placed in multiple classification depending on his or her story.

  Jun En fell into the category of [medical] due to his most recently acquired story being the most prominent of his stories. He entered the room designated for all those with medical stories, there were more applicants than he thought. They all had varying levels of healing ability and all seemed be fundamentally different from Jun En's ability.

  Inside the room were multiple people, all of them were veterans who fought against the regs laying across multiple beds. Each of these people suffered from different injuries and ailments due to fighting with regs. Applicants were tasked to heal and mend the injuries found on the people as much as they could under the supervision of the instructors, if anything went wrong the instructors would step in to help and correct everything.


  Some healing abilities were only able to heal cuts and bruises and were too weak other's were able to perform large scale. Jun En was the latter his healing ability if he used to its fullest was capable of fully healing a person in one day due to the increased effects from his title. However he would only be able to perform this once a day if he did so as he only could use the ability three times per day. This meant that while the potential for healing people was great, the amount of people which could be treated by him would be too few. In a fight situation against regs it was usually better to have 10 people at 50% capacity rather than 1 person at 100% capacity.

 This was something Jun En had to work on in the future or else his ability despite its effects would just be labeled as useless again. 
Luckily for him this exam only required him to demonstrate his healing abilities on one person, this meant that he could hide the flaw and improve his ability in the future.

  When it was Jun En's turn he approached the battered soldier, there was large gash on his right leg that was so deep it almost hit bone, his head was hurt causing him to be suffering from a mild concussion, and his arm was in cast. 
Jun En chose to prioritise more serious injuries and focused on healing the leg. Using 1 charge of the ability [second chance]. Jun En put his hands over the gash and activated his ability. The gash slowly closed itself, severed muscle strands within the leg started to grow back reconnecting with each other and the leg healed to the point where the gash turned into a light cut on the right leg. Once he finished he waited for his evaluation.

*****
 
 'ah crap I can't move one bit and it everything hurt'
 This was the soldier that Jun En was healing his name was Lucius one of the [tellers] who was deployed by the government to investigate a newly found regs nest.
 When he went to scout the area he had found a mid-sized reg nest, however when he ventured deeper he found that the nest was much larger than expected, luckily the regs were dormant and hadn't showed much. However as he tried to leaved the nest the few regs which were active caught wind of him and tried to hunt him down. 
As a veteran Lucius could have easily taken care of the regs, he was no slouch when it came to ability and strength, however the regs were stronger than expected and overwhelmed he barely managed to escape and sent out a distress signal. After that he was brought here to the medical bay of Novelia. 
 When he awoke he was told that normal hospitals and government hospitals were too busy thus they had to bring him here. He was told that he would be healed by those within the academy, knowing the academy's reputation Lucius trusted that he was in good hands

but 
Never did he expect to be used as part of the trial exam for [medical] type story users who were only applying to the academy. He didn't trust these kids one bit as most haven't actively used their abilities till they got to the school and they weren't even professionals.
 Despite that the injuries on his bodies made him unable to move and protests, his leg was completely cut to the bone, he broke his let arm and suffered from a concussion, he couldn't think straight and was in no shape to move. The pain all over his body threw is mind into chaos and despair. However all he could do was lie down and accept his fate.

 With his eyes barely open he saw one of the applicants walk up to him, put their hand over the gash on his leg and at that moment a sensation swept over him. The large gash had regenerated and healed to the point of a light cut on his leg. The pain due his broken arm was slightly less painful, his head no longer hurt and his mind felt clearer. Not only that but he felt much more at peace and warm.
  As the applicant walked away, Lucius watched him with eyes of respect and gratitude, while the effects of his healing didn't fully heal him of his injuries, it provided something more, the healing had an added effect which helped to calm him down mentally and emotionally. To Lucius who was struggling and in pain this healing was better than anything he had ever received, it felt similar to a warm embrace from a loved one.
"Thank you" Lucius muttered as the Jun En walked away. 

*****
The instructor watching this happen just marked it down on his notepad. Jun En didn't fully use his power, using 1 charge as he had thought to not show off too much of his ability and its flaws. However….he underestimated the competition.
In the end he ranked on the mid-lower end for this trial. Despite that healers were hard to come by as most sought to possess battle stories or possessed stories of other utilities thus they had an easier time during the application examination.
He knew that if he wanted to gain what he wanted, to achieve his goal he had to work harder. To be able to stand on his own two feet, to be able to protect his family and to be able to earn his freedom.

He always read books and novels, he read everything that he could get his hands on, uninterested in modern life.

Why?

Cause modern life was nothing like those stories, he wasn't the protagonist nor the antagonist, he didn't have a power that made him stand out, he couldn't protect and provide for his family and his story was low tier garbage.

Stories currently ruled the world and granting powers to many and "Tellers" stood on top of this world, however he didn't have a useful story. He came from an an average family, an average home with an average life. He isn’t from a tragic background nor is he from a beautiful beginning. 

Honestly he felt like an extra. 

He wandered through countless libraries and bookstores in search for more stories for something to spark anything in his life until...

 “Come give me your stories, let me consume your stories to sate my hunger and If you are worthy you shall be given my power”

 Well well well something interesting just appeared...

The next morning I was heading off to school when my mom Came up to me and said "Sabrina please try to write more creative when writing stories Today. You only have one week left before summer vacation.  Olivia's dad also called last night and said that you are really scaring Olivia and  he wants you to stop." 
Olivia is my best Friend and she always loves my scary stories when I tell them at Lunch and on the bus. A bunch of other kids also came over to hear them too! Well I guess not that many kids have been coming over anymore, and Olivia has also been acting a little scared and annoyed when hearing them. 
I just couldn't believe how much my mom was telling me to stop!
"I'll try to write "better" in class. Olivia and everyone else loves my scary stories! I'll try not to tell stories today, but if anyone asks me to tell one I have to!" I said as I walked out the door. My mom didn't look very happy though. 

I walked down to the bus stop to see Olivia there. Lily took a different bus cause she still goes to elementary school. 
"Hi Olivia! Are you ready for the last week of school? I think some ghosts come out at this time though." I said, but Olivia just rolled her eyes and said "Come on Sabrina! Your stories are really starting to drive me crazy.".
"I'm telling the truth! Ghosts of kids who got expelled return to our school to get revenge on the teachers and our principal Mrs. Newman." I Said in a scary voice. 
Suddenly the bus arrived and we got on. Olivia and I found a spot where we sat together, and then I continued my story. 
"I'm not joking around this time! Evil spirits of expelled kids come and mess things up. Teachers come into the room to find their stuff all over the floor. Students like us also notice that their stuff is missing." I said. 
As I continued my story a few kids sitting in the seats in front and behind us came a little closer and started to listen. 
After a little while of telling the story we arrived at school, and as the kids got off the bus they looked pretty scared. We went into school, put our stuff in our lockers, and  then Olivia and I headed off to English class.

We came in and Olivia and I sat down. Our teacher  Ms. Malthaner always has us start off by writing something in a journal and then reading it out loud if we wanted to. I love to write creepy stories to scare the other kids in class but Ms. Malthaner isn't very happy about it. As soon as I picked up my pencil  Ms. Malthaner came over and said "Sabrina can you please try not to write a scary story today? If you do please don't read it out loud.".
"OK. I'll try to see if I have any "good" ideas in my mind today." I said. 
After a while of trying to think of something to write I got pretty bored. Then suddenly I got a pretty sneaky idea of how to scare Olivia. 
I raised my hand and said  "Ms. Malthaner can I please have a hall pass? I have to go to the bathroom."
"Ok. Here you go." She said and then she handed me a pass. 
I went out the door and then snuck up to Olivia's locker. Our lockers don't have locks on them so I opened Olivia's locker and took out her lunchbox. Then I hid it in my locker. 
I didn't have to go to the bathroom that much but I still went so that I wouldn't need another hall pass later. Then I went back to class. 

Olivia and I sat next to each other for the rest of English class. I was pretty bored most of time but after a little while I started to get more interested in it. Olivia was sure into class and writing a lot though. After English came Science and then it was time for lunch. 
Olivia opened her locker and started searching everywhere for her lunchbox. 
"I know that I put my lunchbox right here!" She said. 
"Yeah. I saw you put it in too. Maybe the ghost of an expelled kid came and took it." I said in a creepy voice. 
"Oh come on! Stop telling so many stories Sabrina." Olivia said as she rolled her eyes. 
"Fine. If you don't believe me I feel bad for you though." I said. 
Then I opened my locker to see Olivia's lunchbox. 
"Hey Olivia! Your lunchbox is in my locker!" I said pretending to be surprised.

"I bet one of those ghost teenagers came and moved it!" I said. 
Olivia looked terrified at first but after a minute she just rolled her eyes and said "Oh come on Sabrina. I bet you just moved it in English class when you "went to the bathroom"."
"No I didn't!" I said. 
"Come on Sabrina.  Let's just go to lunch." Olivia said and then we headed off to the cafeteria.

"Did you hear? There are rumors that a ghost visited the male dormitory last night! There was a student who always bullied his roommate found dazed in his bed. Both pee and poop were found staining his shorts!"
"How come I heard it was the female dormitory that had a problem last night? The surveillance camera was covered by a black shadow, but the manager said she saw many different human faces flutter into the dormitory through the blurry camera! There was a female student who was found in the corridor. She was incognizant. People said she was sleep walking!"
"Yes, yes. This morning, I saw someone was sent to the hospital. The ambulance stopped for a while before the female dormitory. Now, everyone is talking about how the students who often bully their classmates are being cursed! This is karma rearing her ugly head!"
A few girls were standing together, whispering and gossiping among themselves. The most beautiful among them did not say anything; she just looked at the rest of them with derision in her eyes.
"Chen Wen, you'd better take this as a warning. If you continue to go cause trouble, be careful. You might also run into a ghost at night." A female student with a coarse voice and a rather unisexual appearance turned to warn the student who had not spoken.
"Do you think I'll believe these ridiculous stories?" Chen Wen crossed her arms. She guarded at the backdoor of the class like she was waiting for someone. The bell for class rang. Most of the students returned to their seats, and at that moment, a female student who was very casually dressed stepped into the class. She was wearing clothes that were bought at the market. She did not know how to dress herself. Her eyes darted everywhere but her deskmate, Chen Wen. The first class of the day was over. The girl did not dare leave her seat even though she wanted to go to the toilet. She kept herself glued to her seat, as if the moment she left the classroom, something bad would happen to her.
"You seem to have some issues with me, huh?" Chen Wen moved her chair to the girl's side. If one was not close enough to hear the content of her voice and the tone of her voice, just looking at them, one might think they were very close friends.
"No." The girl held her pen and kept flipping through her notes.
"Where are your manners? I am talking to you. Look at me. Look at me!" Chen wen's arm landed on the girl's shoulder. "How about we go to play together after school? Don't be such a good two shoes. You've been wanting to make friends, right? After this afternoon, we will be friends."
"But I have something to do…"
"Okay, so that is a promise. If you dare skip out on me, there will be hell to pay. I will see you later." Chen Wen let go of her arm and took out her phone to start chatting with someone.
Her deskmate gripped the pen in her hand tightly. She was very afraid, but she did not know who to share her problem with. She did not know what Chen Wen wanted from her, but she was sure it was nothing good. Without any actual evidence, even if she went to the teacher, the school would not intervene to deal with Chen Wen. Furthermore, even if the teacher did choose to believe her, all the school could do was leave Chen Wen a warning. As long as they did not kick her out of school, Chen Wen and her friends would only make it their mission to make the girl's school life more miserable.
This was the saddest point about the victims of school bullies. They were the victims, but they were the ones being ostracized, and sometimes, they might even suffer secondary damage from their family and the school. Her head was filled with what Chen Wen had said; the girl could not even pay attention in class. She did not dare speak up, so she stared at her textbook quietly. During the physical education class, the girl requested a break from the teacher with the excuse that she was not feeling well. She returned to the classroom to rest on her own.
"Should I tell the teacher? The girls being targeted by Chen Wen either become her friend or transfer from this school. She appears to come from a very powerful family." The girl's family had just moved to Xin Hai not that long ago. She had the feeling of self-deprecation of a newcomer. "I cannot create more trouble for my parents anymore, but… what should I do?"
"Chang Wenwen?"
The girl suddenly heard someone calling her name. She turned her head to the source of the voice. There was a young man standing at the classroom window with a smile. The sun created a halo around the young man, and the young man's smile was as warm as the sun.
"That should be her! Quick! Pull me back into the comic! My body is about to dissolve under the sun already!" There was a shadow behind the young man who was struggling and pleading, but of course, the girl could not see that.
Pulling Chang Gu back into the comic, Chen Ge pushed open the backdoor of the classroom. "Please do not be afraid. I am completing a request for a friend, and I am here because I need a favor from you."
The girl was utterly confused. She had no idea what Chen Ge was talking about at all.
"Have you ever had this dream before?" Chen Ge stood at the backdoor and softly spoke. "You dreamed about a blood red door. Inside the door, there was a school that only had its classes at night. All the students and teachers at the school were ghosts. When you were lost and in despair, a female senior appeared to help you."
The words jogged the girl's memory, and her face was overwhelmed by surprise. "How do you know about that?"
"Do you still remember what kind of promise you made that female senior?" Chen Ge followed what Chang Gu said and was slowly leading the girl step by step.
"She would help me escape from the nightmare, and in exchange, I would help her look after something." The female student was very innocent, and she did not even consider hiding any information from Chen Ge.
"I am that female senior's friend. She asked me to come to you to reclaim that item."
Chen Ge did not look like a bad person. After a moment's hesitation, the female student undid the first button of her blouse and took out something that looked like a pouch from around her neck. "All this time, I have been wondering whether that was a dream or not. If it was not a dream, how come I cannot remember more details about it? If it was a dream, how I do explain this thing that appeared in my grasp after I woke up that night?"
The girl opened the pouch. Inside was a red stone, and in the middle of the stone was a strand of hair that had been balled up.
"This should be the thing." Chen Ge accepted the stone. The several Red Specters inside the comic gave him warnings at the same time as if this thing was extremely dangerous. "Thank you, I shall take this with me. From now on, your luck will slowly become better."
Before the school security arrived, carrying the stone, Chen Ge hurriedly left the grounds of Xin Hai First High.
"Chang Gu, I have already obtained the object. What should I do next?" Chen Ge carried his backpack to the shadows of a large tree. It was as if he was talking to himself.
A shadow behind Chen Ge opened his lips to say, "That strand of hair is the last lingering spirit of my little sister. The red stone is formed from the blood of her heart, the most important drop of blood for a Top Red Specter."
"Are you not afraid that I'll have the other Red Specters consume her by revealing to me such an important information?"
"Naturally, I am afraid of that, but there is nothing I can do about it," Chang Gu said with a bitter smile. "Even if I hid that information from you, your other Red Specters employees would notice it."
"Don't worry, I will fulfil the promise that I have made. I just hope that you siblings will do the same for me." Chen Ge tossed the blood stone lightly into the air, and that caused Chang Gu to get immensely worried. "With just this lingering spirit and blood stone, your younger sister can come back to life?"
"She still need to consume some Specters first, but I have no idea the exact number of ghosts that she needs to consume." Chang Gu lowered his head. He did not dare look at Chen Ge.
"In other words, you two planned to rope me into the role of her nanny, huh? I think I finally understand Chang Wenyu's plan now. Her enemies are all in Jiujiang, so she chose a girl who just moved to Xin Hai and left her last shred of lingering spirit with her. After she awakens, she can consume the ghosts in Xin Hai to recover her power, and when she is at her full strength again, she can easily return to Jiujiang."
Chang Wenyu was indeed very clever, but she had seriously underestimated Zhang Ya. She had failed to anticipate that Chen Ge would have a Demon God with him.
"Boss, we were indeed in the wrong at the School of the Afterlife. I hope you will help her one more time." Chang Gu was basically begging Chen Ge. During this period when they were together, his opinion of Chen Ge had kept improving. He felt like Chen Ge was someone trustworthy.
"Don't worry." Chen Ge put away the blood stone and creased his brows. "To awaken Chang Wenyu, she needs to feed on ghosts. To improve my employees' abilities, I also need ghosts and Specters." After giving it some thought, Chen Ge took out his phone and started to search for ghost stories related to Xin Hai. He created a throwaway account and snuck into a local supernatural forum. Inside a pinned thread, he found the thing that he was looking for.
'The collection thread for the ghost stories in Xin Hai! Come and review and vote your top ten scariest ghost stories from Xin Hai!'
Chen Ge surveyed the thread post by post. His pupils slowly narrowed as he silently recorded all the information. Chang Gu, who stood next to him, did not dare speak. When his boss looked through these ghost stories, it was like a customer looking over the menu at the restaurant. The serious expression on the man's face caused his heart to shiver with fear.
"This thread is still updating. The latest post was posted about two minutes ago. Looks like I have come across a treasure of a thread." Chen Ge bookmarked the page. He had already memorized the addresses of some of the ghost stories, and he planned to visit them that night.
Returning to the Nightmare Academy, Chen Ge did not have time to greet his employees but directly rush back into the headmaster's office. He asked Chi Ren some questions again and confirmed some information about Doctor Fang and people with the surname Chi before he left.
"Failure to plan is planning to fail, but sometimes, luck plays a huge part of it as well. Xiao Sun, you will run into many kinds of danger on this journey of yours, but I believe in you because you are different from the others." Chen Ge personally inspected the final result of Xiao Sun's special training and taught Xiao Sun a few more tricks.
Once the sky darkened, Chen Ge, who was all prepared, carried the 'heavily injured' Xiao Sun to the countryside of Xin Hai. The secret of the people with the surname Chi was only known to the people with the surname Chi, and this secret was one that they could not share. Due to the curse of the Demon God, once the person revealed the secret, not only would they die, the Demon God would be apprised of the situation there almost immediately.
The cursed hospital did not expect the red high heels to inherit everything that belonged to the ghost fetus and become a Top Red Specter, and Chen Ge was currently making use of this. Chen Ge created an accident so that the people with the surname Chi who lived at the countryside very coincidentally run into Patient 101 Xiao Sun, who was about to dissipate. After using some words and actions to convince the man, Chen Ge watched the man carry Xiao Sun out of Xin Hai with his own eyes. The place that they were heading to was the border between Xin Hai and Jiujiang. There were many ghost buildings and barren lands there. It had been abandoned for many years already.
"God will smile on the faithful. Hopefully, Xiao Sun will make something of himself at the cursed hospital." For some unknown reason, after sending Xiao Sun away, Chen Ge unconsciously sighed in great relief.
"What I need to do next is improve my employees' ability as fast as I can and try to get the red high heels to become a Demon God." It was extremely difficult for a Red Specter become a Demon God, but Chen Ge had no other choice. Only by having the red high heels become the Demon God would he have the right to fight the cursed hospital.
Logging back into the supernatural forum, Chen Ge noticed that the thread was still updating. The forum users had gotten into an argument about the ranking of the ghost stories. No party wished to back down. In the end, some of them even swore that they would go to the locations of the ghost stories to record a video to show the other users how scary the place was.
"Ultimately, the place is a big city. The people are always busy." Jiujiang had similar forums, but the number of active users was pitiably small. The populations of both cities were not on the same level. "The place with more people will have more despair and thus more ghost stories. Theoretically, that should be the case, but it appears like Jiujiang is an exception to the rule."
Chen Ge had also had noticed that the number of ghost stories in Jiujiang was abnormally high. If he was to relate a city to a person, then Jiujiang was like Sun Xiaojun. It had the love of a thousand Specters.
"It has been quite a few days since I arrived in Xin Hai. It is about time I go pay them a visit." Chen Ge hailed a cab to head to his destinations. "Sir, please drive faster. I am in a hurry. I have to visit a few places tonight."
…
By 11 pm, of the top ten Xin Hai Ghost Stories, Chen Ge had already visited three of them, but unfortunately, he was not rewarded. He also slowly realized that the ghost stories with great word of mouth in reality would have a very low chance of actually hiding a Red Specter. If an actual Red Specter with great resentment was behind these ghost stories, there would not be any survivors to spread the ghost stories. Without any survivors, there naturally would not be any witnesses, and the ghost story would not even be known.
With a spirit of not wanting to miss anything, Chen Ge had recorded all the ghost stories on the pinned thread. Among them, he had found a few special ghost stories. The descriptions were not that detailed, but he could pick out specific terms like bloody clothes and red.
"Xin Hai Ghost Stories Rank Twenty-Seven. A crying well in a developing part of the city—it was supposed to be an abandoned well, but there was a crying sound coming from inside it. And there were witnesses claiming they saw bloody hair crawling out from inside the well. This sounds promising. It is worth a visit."
Placing his phone on his knee, Chen Ge used his pen and some paper to help with his note-making. Those who did not know better probably thought he was really reviewing these places.
Ten minutes later, Chen Ge arrived at a developing construction site. Due to many reasons, the construction progress was halted, and the well was at the foot of the hill behind the construction site. Walking through the bushes and trees, Chen Ge finally found the well. The well was made from stone, and not far away from the well were a few old and abandoned houses.
"This should be the place." Before Chen Ge even got near, he could hear a wispy crying sound. "It's coming from inside the well?"
There was a magical power about the crying. Chen Ge appeared to lose control of his body as he slowly moved to the mouth of the well. The pale moonlight shone on the surface of the water. Chen Ge looked into the well. There was endless black hair floating on the surface of the water. Without any attempt at communication, the black hair gathered together and tried to grab Chen Ge around his neck, intending to drag him into the well!
"You asked for it!" His palm flipped through the comic. The moon turned red as blood flushed right into the well. Moments later, the water ghost reappeared beside Chen Ge holding Chang Wenyu's blood stone.
"There was a Half Red Specter inside the well, but it appeared to have been cursed. It cannot be rationally communicated with. It did not even seem to realize it was a ghost."
"It was cursed?" Whenever Chen Ge heard the term 'curse', he was immediately reminded of the cursed hospital.
"After swallowing the Half Red Specter, the blood stone has deepened in color. I predict it will need to swallow at least two more Red Specters before she can awaken. Other than that, there's something else at the bottom of the well. I think you'd better go and look at it yourself."
The water ghost and Xu Yin led Chen Ge into the old well. At the bottom of the well, they encountered a tomb. Inside the tomb was a set of well-preserved clothing, and among the folds of the clothes, there was a patient record. On the back of the patient record was written—'This is a sickened world. Why have you not discovered that fact? I vow to cure you!'
"This statement again?" Chen Ge had once seen this sentence before at Lan Xiaochen's home. "This is a sickened world. Why have you not discovered that fact? I have a feeling that question is meant for me."
Putting away the patient record, Chen Ge crawled out from the old well. "It's pointless to think about it now. We should hurry to the next location of ghost stories instead."


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Finally the school was over. I was so happy about the fact that I don't have to attend this ridiculous school anymore. 
I was coming out of my class , and as soon as I stepped out of my class, some boys near by started shouting "dark chocolate dark chocolate", this was a word they used to tease me. I felt really bad and started crying and ran as fast as I can.
But then a heard a voice from behind , it was Anaisha my best friends. She was shouting at those boys , " how dare you , how could you call Vanya so. You guys guys are just disgusting. Don't you dare a single word against her or I will smash your faces".

Since my childhood my grandmother had told me story of Prince and princess . How a handsome prince comes and save the princess and they lived happily ever after. 
 These stories were my reality escape. I always used to think that one a prince will come and take me with him and we will live happily ever after. 
But as I grew I realised that these stories stay only story . The world is not as good as in stories of my grandmother, rather this world is cruel and heartless.
  
I am Vanya Sharma, topper of my school yet I hated school. My school life was ridiculous. I was always bullied for my dark complexion, long hair and big spectacles.  My peers used to give me funny names and used to tease me that I am going to die old and alone and no one is going to love me. 
When I tried to complain about this behaviour to my teachers rather than understanding my situation they took it lightly and told me that it's me who is overthinking.
I hated going to school. Every night I cried and felt like ending all this for once but was never able to gather so much courage. 

I used to hide myself behind my books to avoid any interaction. Even my parents barely interested with me . They were always busy with their work . They thought that providing their child with luxuries was their only responsibility but they never understood that more than luxuries I wanted their love and attention.

Though I had my grandmother and my best friend Anaisha. They both were my happy place and they understood me.
Since I was a kid , whenever I cried it was my grandmother who who pampered me and made me feel better  .
And Anaisha my love. She was my backbone . She was the only reason I went to school.  She understood me and always had my back . 
 
  




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