Clary says." Also don't even that bitten in frustrated tony with me or your dad you get it." "yes fine whatever" "I mean it her voice was in a serious or do I have to give you a spanking again because you know I will. she continues "We are so sick in tired of this attitude that you show use back that the appointment". "Christian counter "how would you like it if somebody says her the life you spend a good three build-up is not your real life." he continues " So how about you drop everything income in start your new life." "look I known it can be hard it can be difficult to start a new way of living dive into a culture, it can be confusing and dangerous." " Maybe in time, you will find those elements of shadowhunter life that you wish to pursue more closely." "Because of either your natural aptitude in them or your interest you in the deeper study." "Did you just quote the codex? Jace asks " yes to make a point" in what would that be? he asks I'm trying to make it better so that it not the end of the world for you." " you can do something ask a shadowhunter better thing." We come to a stop that the bottom of the stairway. Jace "I will see you two back at the institute ok then taken her hand being it up to his thin lips kiss it softly in she looks deep into his eye. She smiles her jade greek eye shining then forehead in nose touch each other she with the right hand wiping around the back of his head input him into to her lips. His lips were sweet as honey pushing their lips together as hard hold it for a long time into they separated. After the separated. Jace says something in Japanese but his voice was to low I couldn't make it out but I thought I hear "暑いです, (atsui desu – It's hot/I'm hot") in clary saying something like " きれいです (Kirei desu – It's pretty)". Jace responded "好きです "I like it." she did him one better by saying" が好きです"[ga suki desu]. "I have a huge sweet tooth, he responded, "お菓子が好きです" ("Akashi ga suki desu – I like sweets"). The codex recommended that you know of several mundane languages preferably a mixture of living languages spoken near your geographical base quotes on quotes. Flashback Memories come flood back the first time they kiss each other him kiss Emily in cricket on the lips take a turn to make out with one another. See which one can keep or holding a sword steady for thirty minutes. The loser will have to make out with one or both of his/her competition. The was the first my time was think 16 min Emily was 18 min in Cricked was 23 min so he wins yes Cricked win he had me make out with him " he says you lost so you know what that means" " yes I do given you my time just don,t waste it " he comes up in stood right front of me he grabs my face in just pushing his lips to my I feel joy in weak like my knee was going to buck go over more nervous was none. We separated both smiles at the end of the flashback. Christian said in his low voice おいしそう[oishisou], meaning "It looks delicious, " 美しい思い出 Utsukushī omoide beautiful memories. "What was that clary," say and I Clean my voice in a rase it voice by in said " 失礼します shitsurei shimasu" – Excuse me (for my rudeness). In English, he says "But its time to go" ok then Jace let go in start to walk on the sidewalk going to the bus stop. He had to take the bus in two subway back to the institute. Are was no time to drop him off. Because of the appointment with dr Jacob, we were already running late too. The car ride takes about 15 min from my apartment to dr Jacob his home office was deep within New York City. We found a place to park the car. She pulls out the punishment log in write out three something after she was done she pack it back in the tote bag it was brown with leather. We got out in being walk out the sidewalk to the building Dr. Jacob buzz us. We walk in taking the elevator up to his place in a knock on the door. Dr. Jacob answers the door. The job he did on the side was being a spanking therapy. I've has been forced to in seeing him for the age of 8 it was a form of punishment in therapy.

Christian Fairchild would like none but to live a good and quiet life but there one problem. His mom and dad are Jace and Clary two of the most famous Shadownhunters and the Shadow world. They try there best to raise him in the way of the Shadowhunters world teaching him how to hunt and kill Demon about the downwards the oath they take etc. He becomes a famous author with his romance mystery fantasy it is written with his wife along with the New York Times bestselling list a number a five-time in his one-shot manga. He would like to be a good fiance to his new fiance But Destiny will not be denied in an old prophecy they have planned for Christian Fairchild can he fight or will he end up becoming what he hates. Sci-fi space adventure has sold millions in he has been on  This will be based on the shadowhunters book and the tv show all of them also this will be take 30 years after the event of the city of heavenly fire in the dark artifices. The runes with being black will be red but most will be black.

"You taking interest in your peers?"

A girl smiled in a playful manner that the rest of the girls had to take silence.

There was slight reverence in the way they looked at her before turning to look at the person who had to answer the question.

Ayesha responded with a slight smirk 

"No, I was wondering what my juniors were doing lately."

On person tried to prolong the conversation on this topic and added

"So you like them younger?"

Ayesha blushed at the answer and the rest laughed in amusement.

Breaking into smaller groups of conversations, there was a constant gossip about which boy seemed the most appealing.

Taking advantage of this, Ayesha walked closer to the girl who asked the starting question 

"Jessica, can I borrow some notes? Lately, classes have  become more difficult."

The girl named Jessica frowned.

"Stop with the formalities, there's no one forcing us to act. Relax and take a deep breath"

Halfway through the sentence, Jessica's tone became warmer and gentler but with a tacit agreement she began walking.

Ayesha followed behind and entered her dorm.

It seemed way larger than what was perpetuated from the outside as it came equipped with a kitchen, bathroom, living room and two bedrooms.

Jessica had a certain status besides being a senior at this school that allowed her to have a dorm as big as this.

Ayesha wanted to applaud in amazement but when entering Jessica's room, she was in awe at how tidy it was.

There was a small desktop with a mirror in front that had multiple stick notes attached to it.

Most of them were motivational quotes

"You got this!"

"Tomorrow's problem is for tomorrow's you!"

Jessica saw that Ayesha had taken notice of her notes and quickly hid them away in flurry.

"Uhmm, you saw nothing."

Seeing that Jessica was busying herself with tidying her stick notes, Ayesha took her time to take a gander around her room.

Her eyes pinpointed a drawer that grabbed her immediate attention as Ayesha reached her hand out.

"So what notes are you looking for?"

Ayesha retracted her hand in the blink of an eye before greeting Jessica's eyes.

"Oh, I think I mainly need help with Magic History."

Jessica chuckled in response 

"You think?"

The playful response created a slight sense of anxiousness but Ayesha was too determined to stop.

...

"Yo Christian, let's get some lunch"

A young man patted the shoulder of Christian who was studying a book inside the library and stared at him.

"Okay, I do feel quite hungry."

Christian followed behind but scoffed

'Your peasant hands are interrupting my appetite"

This thought didn't show as he continued to maintain a conversation with the young man.

Walking towards the canteen, there was a slight commotion after Christian had exited.

In the the distance there was a large mob with muttering, incoherent to Christian's ears while his curiosity piqued 

"Christian, you unfortunately you can't go to the canteen yet."

The teacher was unfamiliar to him but he guessed that his name must have resounded within the school that allowed multiple teachers to hear his great name.

"Why?"

"Gather with the crowd, we're looking for a pervert."

This time the young man asked the questions.

"What happened?"

"In the whole history of what Redwood Academy has lasted for, this incident is one that is unprecedented. Just watch carefully."

Christian stopped his adventure to the canteen but instead joined the crowd with the young man next to him trying to insert his opinion for every door they visited.

The young man had overheard a few of the commotions and reported it to Christian.

"Apparently there has been a thief in recent times. People have Space Rings, so why aren't they checking those?"

Christian thought that the young man had asked a good question but was concerned on what was exactly stolen

If their Autarch Society took advantage of this situation to 'investigate' what type of treasure was stolen they would earn a good reputation and a mysterious resource.

It was tempting to take control of the investigation but Christian decided that he would be better off to just wait and see.

Door by door there was yet to find anything interesting.

At this point they had entered the dorms of most of the wealthy people

Christian saw the next person to be interrogated was a very interesting young man.

He had unusual emerald green eyes that contained a compelling energy that made him feel a chilling aura that had a hint of killing intent.

The face seemed extremely familiar but Christian couldn't put his finger on who exactly he was.

Every way he answered the teacher had a weird coldness and indifference.

Their interrogation had ended early. Christian desired to know who exactly that guy was however the crowd moved further away from that man's door.

Shrugging it off, Christian saw that the teacher was engaging in a conversation with another teacher.

"We can't go to the noble area."

"If we don't then we'll have an entire country coming to destroy our school. Weigh your choices and tell the principal for all I care."

The teacher was pushed away as the other teacher continued his investigation.

One by one, rooms were entered and people were interrogated but Christian realized an obvious pattern.

Half of the girls he knew were not questioned at all by the teachers.

He understood a few reasonable and logical parts for the interrogations.

Certain institutes already had other teachers sent to monitor students and even the Head of Disciplinary Actions was currently at the noble area.

It felt weird because the next door had the same number plate as the one he had.

"Sir, we've found it!"

One of the people had already screamed towards the Head of Disciplinary Actions

In his hand was a black bag with what seemed to be hundreds of female undergarments ...underwear?

Christian realized at this point that the room was his.

'Are those Rose's?'

This was his first thought but before he could justify himself he saw the Head of Disciplinary Actions take out a piece of paper and flip it one by one.

"CHRISTIAN VIKANDER!"

In one of the major cities of Hell a small time bar ran without any worries. Abnormally busy, there was always a crowd that offered drinks to an old man.

Asmodeus, Beelzebub and many more gathered to hear his tales as they buy ale before his one last story and his one last trip. 

Without a fuss the old man waited patiently until everyone was quiet to tell the 7 life stories he has experienced before he moves on to his final one. 

Be it the cardinal desires that every young demon or devil wishes to pursue or maybe the primordial strengths. This old man has experienced all. 

This is his story.

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Extra Chapters released: 8

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Arc 1: Insert mindless Wuxia Slaughtering
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Arc 6: Seriously, you're scaring all our readers
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Cadence and I both took in the ocean for a few more minutes. It seemed to be growing angrier. The wind had picked up, a likely explanation, but to me, it seemed to shift with the arrival of the Vampires, as if to say nothing that evil was welcome there.
Since we were asking personal questions, I tried one of my own. "What about Cale?" He was currently standing with Hannah about a hundred yards on the other side of Cadence. "Why is he really here?" He glanced over at my sister, like I'd seen him do a half a million times since he picked us up at the airport.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Cadence admitted, "I'm pretty sure he still has feelings for me."
"Oh." I already knew that, but it was good to see she knew it, too. "Did he say something?"
"Yeah." I stared at her a moment longer. "Something."
She wasn't going to tell me anything else. "What about Morgan?" I had always liked Morgan, blunt as she is, but I had the feeling my sister didn't like her much, for whatever reason.
"Apparently, he really is finished with her, which I think is a good thing because I've never been a fan, though that might make Reno a little difficult to deal with for a while. I don't know. I guess portals make good confessionalsfor the people left behind."
Something told me there was more to that last statement than I was currently privy to, but I didn't ask her to elaborate. I decided to change the subject. "Assuming Christian comes out of there, what are you going to do about this? I mean, you'll have to transfer him, won't you?" How could they keep someone on the team who'd done something so reckless, selfish, and stupid?
"That'll be up to Aaron. Who knows what agreement they might reach while they're in there together. And Christian did redeem himself a little by jumping in with Hines."
"True, but that wouldn't have been necessary if he wouldn't have been such a jerk in the first place." I was starting to get angry again, and I needed to just let it go. Now that Brandon was safely back, I shouldn't let it bother me. That was easier said than done.
Elliott and Jamie were standing a little ways behind us talking, along with Ashley who hadn't left Jamie's side for a second. "Do they know?" I asked, looking at them.
Cadence spun around as Cale came over and joined them. "I'm not sure. Probably. Aaron likely figured it out thirty seconds after he realized he was in a portal."
That didn't mean he'd told them, though. Elliott already hated Christian. "If Elliott beats the crap out of Christian, I doubt Jamie will put him back together. I'm surprised neither of them said anything to him before Christian flung himself into the portal." Not that they'd had much of a chance during the battle.
"I think we're all just trying to end this part of the problem. Then, we can go back and look at what we could've done differently."
I had another response but decided to let it go. I'm not sure why it meant so much to me that Christian be punished for causing all of this, and it didn't seem so important to everyone else. I've always had a sense of justice that nags at the back of my brain every time I see someone getting away with something they've done wrong.
Cadence's phone was vibrating. It was five minutes until portal opening. Time to get focused on the task at hand. We needed to get Aaron outand maybe that other guy. "You need me to keep up a shield, right? Anything else?"
Turning off her phone, Cadence said, "I think that's all."
I looked up at the sky to see if the portal was opening yet but didn't see anything and realized the sun was up, and there was no moon. "Seems so odd the moon isn't even visible, yet this is where the moon portal will open."
Her forehead crinkled. "I don't think the portal is directly related to the moon. It's just a trigger or something. Maybe it only matters when someone's trying to force it open during the blood moon."
I had no idea either, but it still seemed weird. I'd ask Heather later if I got a chance. She might know. It had been up at Stonehenge, but not directly overhead like it was the night it had opened in West Virginia. I never noticed where it was at in Rome. "Well, if this works, hopefully we'll never have to worry about it again."
Cadence nodded in agreement and turned around. I did the same. Everyone was in place, the Vampires preparing to launch their first attack. The area was so large, it was hard to tell where the portal would open. I thought Cadence had found the coordinates Ward had given her and that's where we were standing, but that didn't mean the portal would cooperate. If it opened too close to the edge, the Guardians could fall right over. I'd catch Aaron if I could, but it would be hard since I'd be busy with the shield and who knows what else.
Elliott strolled over. I had to smile at him. It was so nice to see his face. He glanced over the edge but didn't linger. "Ah, the Cliffs of Insanity. Where are Inigo and Fezzik when you need them?"
I laughed, getting his reference to The Princess Bride. "In a movie." I patted him on the arm and then went over by Brandon, closer to where Moira was directing the first line of defense. I had my own line. Brandon, Dax, and Heather would be in front of me to keep me safe while I did my thing. Behind me, my sister, Elliott, and Jamie were still spewing movie quotes and laughing before they went together a few feet away to where Cadence seemed to think the portal would open.




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he world isn't the place you think it is. It's dark, it's secretive, and it's dangerous.
When my sister returned from a party one night, I knew something was different--something was wrong. I was determined to find out what was wrong, before it was too late. My life as a small town high school student would soon be transformed as I discovered an entirely different world, one where Vampires, Guardians, and Hunters war over humanity.
My name is Cassidy Findley, and I’m pretty sure my sister is a vampire, despite her “co-worker” making every effort to brainwash me into believing otherwise.  I can only hope that I’m not too late and that I can trust my own memories. 
Because I’m pretty sure my sister’s friends are coming for me next.
The Chronicles of Cassidy is a retelling of The Clandestine Saga specifically for young adult/teen readers told from the perspective of high schooler Cassidy Findley.



"Hello"
That was the first thing she ever said to me when she saw me looking at her from the other side. She stood there in front of me, gasping for air, the blouse sticking to her skin as sweat shined down her face.
I watched her lips move as they formed her name, "Summer Nicholas" was the way they introduced herself.
All I could think was the poetry that Shakespeare wrote.
Shall I compare thee to summers day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the daring buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often in his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or natures changing course,
Untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade;
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
"I am Christian Waters."
"Do you want to join us Christian?"
"I would like that very much."
I walked across to her little garden and closer to her, taking in each feature. Listening to my heart beat louder with each step as excitement built. I was going to see the angel up close. The angel that laughed so freely.
I walked clo…
"Athena! A Daniel, Freda and Marco are at the door for you…" Grace called out from downstairs.
Athena looked up to the clock that sat on the fireplace marveling at the time. How fast it passed when she was reading that she scarcely registered it. Almost as if time passed differently when she was reading; what seemed like only a minute was a lot longer. 
She was captivated by the writer and his Beatrice.
A knock on her door alerted her to her friends having arrived.
"Come on in!"
Daniel eyed the little diary that perched on Athena's lap, his lips pursed together with an expression that could have been described as displeasure but for Christian's sake he did not say a word. 
"What book is that?" Marco asked pointing at Christian's diary.
"I don't know just something Christian left for me to read. This reminds me…"
Athena got up from her bed and walked to the study across her suite to retrieve a piece of paper.
Re- entering the room she said, "Daniel please give this to your brother."
"Is this a continuation of the silly letter game he was telling me about? One where you two are having a conversation through famous quotes?"
"Yes."
"Ohhhh…. That's so romantic!" Freda chimed in the background.
Daniel opened the note and read it out loud, " You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness 
~ A
Ugh you two are so weird."
"Anyways! What are we doing today?" Athena asked.
"Well we plan on driving to Lake Richen. They say there is a chateau near the lake that is haunted…"
"Yes I have heard that when the clock strikes ten past four you hear screams of a woman begging for someone to stop. A restless spirit that died in that chateau… No one knows who it is. Some say it is of a woman named Samantha, who killed herself over some boy who left her. Some say it is the restless spirit of Summer Nicholas. She was a Tuscany Alumni. Part of the first batch actually. The golden legacies they call them. "
"Yeah I hear she was the first of the mysterious disappearance of the golden Alumni."
"What is everyone talking about?"
"Well, back when Tuscany first opened well students started going missing. A total chamber of secrets like thing… you know… obviously that sort put Tuscany as a black listed school for like a very long time and it was like shut down until it reopened again. But, well… it's never been the same. Every six years the school is kept closed for a year because well… they say Lake Richen comes to life and takes three students. Not a student more not a student less. But, all this is on like the hush hush only the Dartan families know about this. Which is obviously why we all know about it but you won't hear anyone else mention it. But, quite frankly even I don't know why it is. Uncle Frank never tells us the reason. Anyways, we are planning to camp at it tonight and see if it is actually haunted and shit…"
"I don't know…"
"Arsenio is already there setting up camp with Carol is it? Yeah and she is so beautiful and super into Arsenio. I mean…"
"I am in!" 
Daniel, Marco and Freda laughed in unison at Athena's expense.


“Liza…” he said.

His hand reached out, his fingertips brushing against the creature’s fair cheek. The Sarrafas was quite a magnificent creature once. He palmed her face and leaned in, his lips trembling with anticipation. He was finally going to taste her lips. He had longed for their pressure so long that he could now scarcely tell whether this was a dream or reality. 

He was close, so very close that his breath teased her lips. She wanted this just as much as he did. She was in love with him just as much as he was. 

And just as his lips finally touched hers a loud gurgling sound echoed in her ears. A bright red river of blood escaped his mouth as he choked on his own blood. He tried to say something, perhaps call her name but he was helpless and all alone.

He had saved the Sarrafas, but at what cost?

Glossary 
·         nga – to emphasize a point
·         ha – used in this context as a scolding sound
·         chismosa – gossip (referring to a person who is a gossip)
·         tungkol dito na – about this already
·         pasimuno – started it
"You have…practice?" Sammy asked in suspicion.
"Yeah, I told you I have practice for Dance Troupe nga, Sammy!" I reasoned with her.
"You're joining Dance Troupe?" Thalia butted in as she swooped to the front of the bathroom mirror, tousling her bangs back and forth across her forehead. The three of us often stayed here while we wait for Dea to finish her class president duties.
"You do know Dea is the representative of the members of Dance Troupe in our batch, right Val?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me.
Oh, bitch, please. Move on, that was last year.
"Sammy, that was last year!" I retorted.
"Yeah! Exactly! Because we haven't even had sign ups for this year yet, Val," She shot back and took a deep breath before continuing, " Just tell us what you're really going to do. We know your habits of pathological lying already."
I rolled my eyes and hoisted myself up with my arms to sit on the ledge of the sink, "Fine!" I groaned, "If you must know, the new girl invited me to talk to her because she needs to catch up with studies." 
"…and what's so embarrassing about that?" Thalia puckered her lips and applied dapples of petroleum jelly onto her chapped lips. Being a lip tint whore did have its downsides. Don't tell Thalia I called her that.
I squeaked, " I don't know. It just is because she's a social outcast."
"Dea was a social outcast-" Sammy got cut off while she tied her hair into a ponytail.
"Yeah, but that was Grade School, Sammy! This is different," I shook my head and dismissed her..
"So immature, ha. We aren't in a movie, Val. We're mature enough to understand when someone needs help regardless of this "social status" thing-y," Thalia snapped with matching air quotes.
"I know that, Thalia! I don't hold anything against her being the new girl…I'm just so suspicious of her," I admitted half-heartedly. I loved these girls, I knew it ever since I realized that they were one of the people I interacted with that were easy to talk to, maybe even easier than my own family but I always kept my guard up with them, knowing what I know about them with the help of my powers. 
Times like this, I'm thankful I don't know emotion because I don't think I'll be able to bear the weight of their sadness, scorn or jealousy. Let alone the sadness, scorn and jealousy of all the angsty teenagers in this school.
"Hay, chismosa! You absolute gossip. Just let go of the poor girl and help her with what she needs. We'll even come with you if you're really scared that she'll take your Queen Bee crown," Sammy mocked.
They didn't know I was diagnosed but when they began to think for themselves and began forming a voice advocating for their personal beliefs, they researched on mental illness and behind my back, they pieced together that I had a habit of pathological lying that could be something worse. I pretended like it hurt me to find out which was the initial response my brain gave me so they'd get off my case and they immediately apologized saying they were just concerned the amount I could do.
I don't know if that convinced them and I did feel a weight in my chest after I did that (my brain associates it with the feeling of 'guilt') but they haven't let go fully of the idea because they've caught me in the act quite a bit. It resulted in the small, almost invisible yet still present rift between Sammy and me.
I knew that Sammy's backhanded compliment was supposed to hurt me but I also needed to show her there were no hard feelings so my brain settled with a roll of the eyes and a slight shove at Sammy, "oh, shut up, Sammy!"
She giggled back which was the response I expected, "Okay at least you're not bitching us on about it."
"Let's go already! At this rate Dea could be the one waiting for us! And Gale is literally outside waiting for us," Sammy chimed.
"Bitches, what are you talking about? I wasn't waiting for you," He entered the girl's room with open arms.
Thalia stopped him and pushed him out of the bathroom, "You can't be here, Gale! We talked about this na!"
Gale rolled his eyes and smirked, "Homophobe!" He pressed an "L" onto his forehead and crossed his arms patiently waiting outside.
"It's not bad to us, Gale but we talked tungkol dito na. You told me you still choose to identify as male…" Thalia droned on and Gale could have butted in with his argument but Dea stormed inside and dragged me out as everyone else followed.
"Woah! Deanna Eloise Figueras, hoy!" I slapped her hand but she persisted to drag me outside until she stopped in front of Christian and Jima's friend group.
"Talk some sense into him. He seems to think their joke is funny," She narrowed her eyes at Christian and walked off in a fit of steamy anger.
"What the hell did you do this time, Tian?" I crossed my arms and contorted my face into what I hope looked concerned.
"Jima, pasimuno!" Christian hung his head low and Jima set his gaze downcast when I rolled my eyes at them and stared daggers at them, "Well , we thought it'd be funny to pretend that Arevalo liked the new girl. So when she went out of the classroom-"
"Arevalo went along with it, too!" Jima countered but Christian shot him a venomous look and he decided to shut up.
James Arevalo coyly wrapped it up in a sentence, "Long story short, De Lorenzo kept teasing her and she got confused and ran to Deanna who she begged to find a teacher and report them even though Dea was busy enough as is."
"So where's Willow right now, James?" I pressed my hands to my forehead.
"She's in the classroom, reading, last we saw. She went back in after we teased her," the volleyball player, Chen Ongpauco, replied and he walked me to the classroom and pointed at the single figure chilling inside. I'm surprised this girl isn't rushing to her service yet. It's literally 4:30, the time when a lot of these vehicles leave. I guess they put me here for a reason.

"What's on your heart? Queen V wants to know...or maybe she already does but seriously can you all please stop feeling things? It's too much for my head. "

Mean girl, Valerie understands emotion. Just not the way you normally do. As she navigates through her Catholic High School with the help of the new girl, she'll realize there's more to how you feel than the labeled emotions.

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"And it's boy or girl?" Asked Santiago.
"We don't know yet," said Esteban.
"Not yet? Who checked your wife?"
"Martínez Ortiz."
"You'd have gone with López Peralta, he's a friend of mine. He even does 4D ultrasound and shit. It's a little expensive, but I can tell him to make you some discount, if you need it."
"But we're just on the third week. Isn't too soon to know the sex?"
"No, López Peralta is that good. He was the one in charge of Santi's birth. He's way better than that Martínez Ortiz guy."
"Sure."
"And how's work?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"I can speak with Congressman Torres Lambda if you like, he's my pal. Maybe he has something for you.
"He's with the other party."
"So? Man you're so naive. At your age I already shad started two businesses —which bankrupted within a year—, but you know? You do you. I mean, if you wanna keep doing everyone's job at the congress, well, knock yourself out.
"Yeah, whatever, how about you?"
"How else? You know I have to do everything around here. Wish I was like this mofo," Santiago knocked Esteban's ultrasound with his finger, "just chillin' in his mom's belly. Who fucks with him there? What should he worry about?"
"Well, if you're so busy, just ask for help. My dad can help you, you know."
"Don't take me wrong, man, but your dad is useless. But if he wants to help me, tell him to tell me. He always asks me for money but he'll never earn it. And speaking of which.
Esteban I reached Santiago.
Esteban II greeted his dad and left.
"Hey, it's the same thing: I need more money." 
"If you're telling me the same thing, I'm gonna answer you the same way. I'm giving you enough money."
"You're expanding Vanessa's house, you're paying her all her bills, and she's getting way more money than me."
"Says you."
"Just ask the accountant. Or check the family's accounting. Everything's there. Just compare my income and hers. Or check any sibling's income and mine. I'm not getting even half of what you're getting."
"Look, bro: I don't really have the time for this; you know I'm the one one doing something around here, and if I don't do it, then who's gonna take over the family's accounting, real state; the repair over this house and Vanessa's, and my own business?" 
"But one forth of everything's mine. You said you were gonna distribute it equally."
"You're already getting enough, and you're surely spending it all."
"No, I'm not."
Esteban show Santiago all his month's outcomes. They included various receipts; his car's insurance, and water, phone, internet and electricity bills. 
His outcomes were way bigger than his incomes.
But Santiago looked away and left.
"You have your savings," he said. "Use them."
Santiago took out his phone. He had 34 new messages.
1 message from Carlos Rivas Accountant.
1 message from Santi Son.
1 message from Christian Benitez Lawyer.
2 messages from Ricardo Peralta Cardiologist.
2 messages from Jorge Estrada Architect.
3 messages from Claudia Nurse.
4 messages from Mauricio Store.
8 messages from Vanessa.
12 messages from My fucking EX.
He ignored them and looked at the time. 
4:15 pm.
He put his phone in his pocket and went out of his mother's house. There was a bunch of workers building a surrounding wall. 
"How's my home going?" He asked one of the workers.
"We just need a few more days, boss, and after that we'll start with the garage and the garden."
"Cool, cool, when you finish the wall tell me to start installing all the home security stuff."
"Yes, boss, we're keeping in touch."
"All right."
Santiago reached his car and turned to his mother's house.
It was looking pretty good so far. Exactly as he wanted it.
He opened his car and sat in the driver's seat. He took his phone and opened Carlos Rivas Accountant's message. It said: "do you have esteban's bills from 2016 and i also need vanessas from two years from now, she gave me some but i need all of them."
Before Santiago took over everything related to his family, Don José, Santiago's dad, had manage the accounting with Alberto Pereira, who scammed him for over the last 10 years by keeping the money that Don José gave him year after year to pay the whole family's taxes.
When he found out about this, Santiago sued Alberto Pereira and hired Carlos Rivas. The problem was he had to create the tax files for each family member from scratch, and after a whole year, he wasn't done yet. Also, the lawsuit against Alberto Pereira was still in process, but was apparently nearing completion.
Santiago left his phone in one of the car's cup holders and left. He sped up and immediately started passing cars.
But there was the stoplight.
He stopped, took his phone and checked Santi Son message. It said: "where r u? U gonna pick me up or do i call mom?"
And it was sent at 2:40 pm.
Santiago checked Christian Benitez Lawyer's message. It said: "see at 4"
Santiago left his phone on the cup holder and sped up.
 
"Where the fuck is Pereira?"
Santiago, Christian Benitez Abogado and a bunch of police officers were outside Alberto Pereira's accounting offices.
They came to seize him.
But the offices were empty.
And Pereira wasn't answering his phone.
He had surely ran away.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" yelled Santiago. "WHY DIDN'T YOU PREVENT THIS, YOU FUCK?!"
"I told you he was selling all his properties," Christian Benitez Lawer answered, "but you told me to wait."
"YOU'RE LYING! I DON'T REMEMBER THAT!"
"But you did, you told me you had a shit ton of work to do and you couldn't handle the seizing too, and also we had him against the ropes.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU HANDLE IT THEN? I'M PAYING YOU, YOU KNOW!"
"I did. I've been doing it for over 6 months." 
"YOU TOOK LONG ENOUGH; THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S GONE!"
"I would have finished sooner if you hadn't told me to wait."
"I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT, CAN'T YOU HEAR!"
"Fine, fine, whatever."
 
 
"And now what the fuck we do?" Asked Santiago.
"We can only wait the police find him."
Santiago got back to his car and locked himself in.
"FUCK!" he yelled. "THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' SON OF THE FUCKING BITCH! BUT I'LL FIND YOU MOTHERFUCKER, AND I'M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU, 'CAUSE YOU'LL NOT MAKE FUN OF ME, YOU BASTARD! I'M REALLY GONNA FUCK YOU UP, THAT'S A PROMISE! ¡AND FUCKING CHRISTIAN; YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, YOU FUCK! YOU'RE SO USELESS! YOU'RE FIRED, ASSHOLE! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WHY DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE WHILE THOSE ASSHOLES DON'T?! FUCKING FREELOADERS! YOU'RE OVER 50, COME ON, DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR FUCKING LIVES!" And he only stopped yelling because his throat was already soar.
He had also pounded the steering wheel and the dashboard until his fists burned. 
Then he took his hand to his face and he breathed slowly to calm himself down.
 
He took his phone and checked his messages.
He ignored the ones from Ricardo Peralta Cardiologist.
He checked the ones from Jorge Estrada Architect. The first one said: "Whatup santi, hey we found out your houses have mold and im not gonna lie to you but fixing them will cost you a lot but its not like were leaving the houses like that"
And the second one: "its gonna cost you 3k per house." 
Jorge Estrada was in charge of the repair and upgrade of some of the family's real state. Some months ago he had told Santiago the city's weather was so dry he would never have any mold problems. Besides, his dad, who had handle the family's real state for over 30 years, never had this problem.  
But who knows? Maybe there was mold because of the new A/C system. 
Santiago answered: "so do it then."
Then he checked Claudia Nurse's messages. The first one said: "miss Esther doesn't want to eat"
The second one: "she says shes waiting for you"
And the third one: "do i tell her youll be here son?"
Santiago answered: "you already know she should not wait for me feed her" and he checked the time.
5:48 pm.
Santiago started his car and left.
 
"So, it's gonna cost you $3,400 for repairs," said Angelica, the landlord.
"But you should pay that; they're your pipes." 
"It is stipulated in the contract that all repairs are done by me, but they are at your own expense."
"But that should be illegal; you're gonna charge me whatever you feel like."
"It's in your contract. Didn't you read it?"
"It wasn't my fault, and besides, my whole business was flooded. All my comics and stamps are ruined." 
"Why didn't you insured your business?"
"There's the deposit: use it."
"The deposit's when the contract ends, and I told you, these repairs are at your own expense."
Santiago left Angelica's office, he locked himself in his car and he yelled and threw punches again until his throat and fists burned respectively.
Then he took his hand to his face and he breathed slowly to calm himself down.
When he calmed himself down a little, he took his phone and searched: "business insurances".
 
He checked Mauricio Warehouse's messages. Santiago's business consisted of two stores and a warehouse.
The first message said: "i think some products are missing" 
The second one: "were gonna take inventory once again"
The third one: "yes some products are missing"
The fourth one: "Javier took them, fire him"
Jorge Quezada was one of Santiago's college friends, and Javier was Jorge Quezada's son, so we has not gonna fire him. 
Besides, product got lost way before Santiago hired Javier, and he only had Manuel at that time, but Manuel was an old friend of his.
And Manuel had always hated Jorge Quezada. 
Anyway, Santiago checked Vanessa's messages. The first one said: "Hi                      hey, now that you're building me an extra room why don't you build me another one for Paty's plushies"
The second one said: "Hey, now that you're builing Paty's room, you can also expand our closets; we need more space   "
And he ignored the rest.
He also ignored all My fucking EX's messages.
He deleted them, in fact.
Santiago looked at the time.
6:33 pm.
Santiago started his car and left.
 
"But I can't pay you," said Don Bernardo. "I'm not getting enough from my pension."
"You already owe me 6 months, and we had already agreed that you were going to pay me half your debt at the end of the month or I was gonna seize you."
"My kids don't deposit me anymore, and you wouldn't kick an old man out his house."
"Sorry," Santiago turned around and let the policemen enter Don Esteban's house to seize him.
But there wasn't anything worth anything.
Santiago only managed to visit 4 other tenants and 3 others in different parts of the city. He did not seize any of them, but he did give them a first notice.
 
It was 11:29 pm. Santiago came back to his mother's house. He had lived there his entire life, and it was the only place where he felt truly comfortable. He entered the house.
"Hi, son," Esther reached hem. She was dressed with a loose robe, and she slightly wobbled at each step.
She was getting thinner and thinner.
"Hi, mother. Why are you still awake?"
"I was just waiting for you."
"But I told you not to."
"When?"
"Every day."
"I don't remember."
"Well, and you had dinner, right?"
Esther stared at Santiago.
 
"You don't remember, right, mother?
"No."
"Are you hungry?"
"No."
"So you already dined. Let's go to sleep."
"My house's looking pretty." 
"Right, mother? But it's costing me a lot."
"But you're doing a big favor to Regina, because I want her to have the house when I'm gone.
Santiago frowned and locked himself in his room.
His mother always said the same.
Regina, Regina, Regina.
And Regina was just his granddaughter; she didn't deserve that house. He had always taken care of his mother, he had always cared for her, and they were both very close, unlike their siblings; they only visited her to ask for money or to complain about matters from more than 20 years ago. He was the only son who truly loved her, who had the confidence to share various aspects of his life with her, who had always supported her when she had a problem, and that is why the house was going to be his.
Anyway, he went to the bathroom.
He was paler and thinner every day.
His eye bags were more and more notorious.
His hair was scarcer and scarcer.
"I'm fine," he said and washed his face.
He left the bathroom and went to his desk. There were comics, movies, stamps, contracts, tickets, bills, ashtrays full of cigarette butts, USB sticks, half-eaten (and half-rotting) dishes, some bugs passing by and a lot of medicines. He turned on his computer and began to review lease contracts, Excel documents with all the accounting of each family member, emails from his suppliers, the follow-up of each of his shipments, price quotes for the remodeling of various buildings (including his mother's house, Vanessa's and those of the subdivision that he rented), payment tokens of only half of his tenants, the calendar and the grades of his children, everything related to his ex-wife's sue, sales of some collectibles that he could buy for his business, price quotes for security systems, phone and internet plans, ratings and reviews of different insurance companies, the status of all the bank accounts he handled, bills he had to pay, wages he already owed, the status of her orders, the weekly menu from the budget kitchen where she shopped, websites with tips for reducing stress and anxiety, and various pornographic videos.
Santiago looked at the time. 
2:27 am. 
He shut down his computer and took the pills the cardiologist gave him:
·         1 of Amlodipine/Valsartan/Hidroclorotiazide;
·         1 of Ezetimibe/Simvastatin, y
·         1 of Esomeprazole.
And a Difenhidramine pill to sleep.
He checked his phone's alarm. It was scheduled for 6 am.
Santiago left his phone on his night table, he lied in his bed and covered himself with the covers.
He thought about his mother's house, and how he would kick his siblings outta there. As soon as he distributed the inheritance, he would keep the house (and a quarter of everything), close its doors and let everyone deal with themselves.
He would spend the rest of his life chillin' inside his mother's house.
Santiago hugged the covers and he settled on his side with his legs drawn up.
He couldn't be more comfortable.

These are the infamous stories of Ringo Jones -or Swindle Jones as his friends call him, and that's why he never mixes business with friendship- a professional scammer who, throughout his life discovers that the biggest scams are in the most prestigious institutions we have, like colleges, stoke brokers, hospitals and so on.
The world is a scam, and humans, just a bunch of scammers.

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"And it's boy or girl?" Asked Santiago.
"We don't know yet," said Esteban.
"Not yet? Who checked your wife?"
"Martínez Ortiz."
"You'd have gone with López Peralta, he's a friend of mine. He even does 4D ultrasound and shit. It's a little expensive, but I can tell him to make you some discount, if you need it."
"But we're just on the third week. Isn't too soon to know the sex?"
"No, López Peralta is that good. He was the one in charge of Santi's birth. He's way better than that Martínez Ortiz guy."
"Sure."
"And how's work?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"I can speak with Congressman Torres Lambda if you like, he's my pal. Maybe he has something for you.
"He's with the other party."
"So? Man you're so naive. At your age I already shad started two businesses —which bankrupted within a year—, but you know? You do you. I mean, if you wanna keep doing everyone's job at the congress, well, knock yourself out.
"Yeah, whatever, how about you?"
"How else? You know I have to do everything around here. Wish I was like this mofo," Santiago knocked Esteban's ultrasound with his finger, "just chillin' in his mom's belly. Who fucks with him there? What should he worry about?"
"Well, if you're so busy, just ask for help. My dad can help you, you know."
"Don't take me wrong, man, but your dad is useless. But if he wants to help me, tell him to tell me. He always asks me for money but he'll never earn it. And speaking of which.
Esteban I reached Santiago.
Esteban II greeted his dad and left.
"Hey, it's the same thing: I need more money." 
"If you're telling me the same thing, I'm gonna answer you the same way. I'm giving you enough money."
"You're expanding Vanessa's house, you're paying her all her bills, and she's getting way more money than me."
"Says you."
"Just ask the accountant. Or check the family's accounting. Everything's there. Just compare my income and hers. Or check any sibling's income and mine. I'm not getting even half of what you're getting."
"Look, bro: I don't really have the time for this; you know I'm the one one doing something around here, and if I don't do it, then who's gonna take over the family's accounting, real state; the repair over this house and Vanessa's, and my own business?" 
"But one forth of everything's mine. You said you were gonna distribute it equally."
"You're already getting enough, and you're surely spending it all."
"No, I'm not."
Esteban show Santiago all his month's outcomes. They included various receipts; his car's insurance, and water, phone, internet and electricity bills. 
His outcomes were way bigger than his incomes.
But Santiago looked away and left.
"You have your savings," he said. "Use them."
Santiago took out his phone. He had 34 new messages.
1 message from Carlos Rivas Accountant.
1 message from Santi Son.
1 message from Christian Benitez Lawyer.
2 messages from Ricardo Peralta Cardiologist.
2 messages from Jorge Estrada Architect.
3 messages from Claudia Nurse.
4 messages from Mauricio Store.
8 messages from Vanessa.
12 messages from My fucking EX.
He ignored them and looked at the time. 
4:15 pm.
He put his phone in his pocket and went out of his mother's house. There was a bunch of workers building a surrounding wall. 
"How's my home going?" He asked one of the workers.
"We just need a few more days, boss, and after that we'll start with the garage and the garden."
"Cool, cool, when you finish the wall tell me to start installing all the home security stuff."
"Yes, boss, we're keeping in touch."
"All right."
Santiago reached his car and turned to his mother's house.
It was looking pretty good so far. Exactly as he wanted it.
He opened his car and sat in the driver's seat. He took his phone and opened Carlos Rivas Accountant's message. It said: "do you have esteban's bills from 2016 and i also need vanessas from two years from now, she gave me some but i need all of them."
Before Santiago took over everything related to his family, Don José, Santiago's dad, had manage the accounting with Alberto Pereira, who scammed him for over the last 10 years by keeping the money that Don José gave him year after year to pay the whole family's taxes.
When he found out about this, Santiago sued Alberto Pereira and hired Carlos Rivas. The problem was he had to create the tax files for each family member from scratch, and after a whole year, he wasn't done yet. Also, the lawsuit against Alberto Pereira was still in process, but was apparently nearing completion.
Santiago left his phone in one of the car's cup holders and left. He sped up and immediately started passing cars.
But there was the stoplight.
He stopped, took his phone and checked Santi Son message. It said: "where r u? U gonna pick me up or do i call mom?"
And it was sent at 2:40 pm.
Santiago checked Christian Benitez Lawyer's message. It said: "see at 4"
Santiago left his phone on the cup holder and sped up.
 
"Where the fuck is Pereira?"
Santiago, Christian Benitez Abogado and a bunch of police officers were outside Alberto Pereira's accounting offices.
They came to seize him.
But the offices were empty.
And Pereira wasn't answering his phone.
He had surely ran away.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" yelled Santiago. "WHY DIDN'T YOU PREVENT THIS, YOU FUCK?!"
"I told you he was selling all his properties," Christian Benitez Lawer answered, "but you told me to wait."
"YOU'RE LYING! I DON'T REMEMBER THAT!"
"But you did, you told me you had a shit ton of work to do and you couldn't handle the seizing too, and also we had him against the ropes.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU HANDLE IT THEN? I'M PAYING YOU, YOU KNOW!"
"I did. I've been doing it for over 6 months." 
"YOU TOOK LONG ENOUGH; THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S GONE!"
"I would have finished sooner if you hadn't told me to wait."
"I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT, CAN'T YOU HEAR!"
"Fine, fine, whatever."
 
 
"And now what the fuck we do?" Asked Santiago.
"We can only wait the police find him."
Santiago got back to his car and locked himself in.
"FUCK!" he yelled. "THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' SON OF THE FUCKING BITCH! BUT I'LL FIND YOU MOTHERFUCKER, AND I'M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU, 'CAUSE YOU'LL NOT MAKE FUN OF ME, YOU BASTARD! I'M REALLY GONNA FUCK YOU UP, THAT'S A PROMISE! ¡AND FUCKING CHRISTIAN; YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, YOU FUCK! YOU'RE SO USELESS! YOU'RE FIRED, ASSHOLE! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WHY DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE WHILE THOSE ASSHOLES DON'T?! FUCKING FREELOADERS! YOU'RE OVER 50, COME ON, DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR FUCKING LIVES!" And he only stopped yelling because his throat was already soar.
He had also pounded the steering wheel and the dashboard until his fists burned. 
Then he took his hand to his face and he breathed slowly to calm himself down.
 
He took his phone and checked his messages.
He ignored the ones from Ricardo Peralta Cardiologist.
He checked the ones from Jorge Estrada Architect. The first one said: "Whatup santi, hey we found out your houses have mold and im not gonna lie to you but fixing them will cost you a lot but its not like were leaving the houses like that"
And the second one: "its gonna cost you 3k per house." 
Jorge Estrada was in charge of the repair and upgrade of some of the family's real state. Some months ago he had told Santiago the city's weather was so dry he would never have any mold problems. Besides, his dad, who had handle the family's real state for over 30 years, never had this problem.  
But who knows? Maybe there was mold because of the new A/C system. 
Santiago answered: "so do it then."
Then he checked Claudia Nurse's messages. The first one said: "miss Esther doesn't want to eat"
The second one: "she says shes waiting for you"
And the third one: "do i tell her youll be here son?"
Santiago answered: "you already know she should not wait for me feed her" and he checked the time.
5:48 pm.
Santiago started his car and left.
 
"So, it's gonna cost you $3,400 for repairs," said Angelica, the landlord.
"But you should pay that; they're your pipes." 
"It is stipulated in the contract that all repairs are done by me, but they are at your own expense."
"But that should be illegal; you're gonna charge me whatever you feel like."
"It's in your contract. Didn't you read it?"
"It wasn't my fault, and besides, my whole business was flooded. All my comics and stamps are ruined." 
"Why didn't you insured your business?"
"There's the deposit: use it."
"The deposit's when the contract ends, and I told you, these repairs are at your own expense."
Santiago left Angelica's office, he locked himself in his car and he yelled and threw punches again until his throat and fists burned respectively.
Then he took his hand to his face and he breathed slowly to calm himself down.
When he calmed himself down a little, he took his phone and searched: "business insurances".
 
He checked Mauricio Warehouse's messages. Santiago's business consisted of two stores and a warehouse.
The first message said: "i think some products are missing" 
The second one: "were gonna take inventory once again"
The third one: "yes some products are missing"
The fourth one: "Javier took them, fire him"
Jorge Quezada was one of Santiago's college friends, and Javier was Jorge Quezada's son, so we has not gonna fire him. 
Besides, product got lost way before Santiago hired Javier, and he only had Manuel at that time, but Manuel was an old friend of his.
And Manuel had always hated Jorge Quezada. 
Anyway, Santiago checked Vanessa's messages. The first one said: "Hi                      hey, now that you're building me an extra room why don't you build me another one for Paty's plushies"
The second one said: "Hey, now that you're builing Paty's room, you can also expand our closets; we need more space   "
And he ignored the rest.
He also ignored all My fucking EX's messages.
He deleted them, in fact.
Santiago looked at the time.
6:33 pm.
Santiago started his car and left.
 
"But I can't pay you," said Don Bernardo. "I'm not getting enough from my pension."
"You already owe me 6 months, and we had already agreed that you were going to pay me half your debt at the end of the month or I was gonna seize you."
"My kids don't deposit me anymore, and you wouldn't kick an old man out his house."
"Sorry," Santiago turned around and let the policemen enter Don Esteban's house to seize him.
But there wasn't anything worth anything.
Santiago only managed to visit 4 other tenants and 3 others in different parts of the city. He did not seize any of them, but he did give them a first notice.
 
It was 11:29 pm. Santiago came back to his mother's house. He had lived there his entire life, and it was the only place where he felt truly comfortable. He entered the house.
"Hi, son," Esther reached hem. She was dressed with a loose robe, and she slightly wobbled at each step.
She was getting thinner and thinner.
"Hi, mother. Why are you still awake?"
"I was just waiting for you."
"But I told you not to."
"When?"
"Every day."
"I don't remember."
"Well, and you had dinner, right?"
Esther stared at Santiago.
 
"You don't remember, right, mother?
"No."
"Are you hungry?"
"No."
"So you already dined. Let's go to sleep."
"My house's looking pretty." 
"Right, mother? But it's costing me a lot.��
"But you're doing a big favor to Regina, because I want her to have the house when I'm gone.
Santiago frowned and locked himself in his room.
His mother always said the same.
Regina, Regina, Regina.
And Regina was just his granddaughter; she didn't deserve that house. He had always taken care of his mother, he had always cared for her, and they were both very close, unlike their siblings; they only visited her to ask for money or to complain about matters from more than 20 years ago. He was the only son who truly loved her, who had the confidence to share various aspects of his life with her, who had always supported her when she had a problem, and that is why the house was going to be his.
Anyway, he went to the bathroom.
He was paler and thinner every day.
His eye bags were more and more notorious.
His hair was scarcer and scarcer.
"I'm fine," he said and washed his face.
He left the bathroom and went to his desk. There were comics, movies, stamps, contracts, tickets, bills, ashtrays full of cigarette butts, USB sticks, half-eaten (and half-rotting) dishes, some bugs passing by and a lot of medicines. He turned on his computer and began to review lease contracts, Excel documents with all the accounting of each family member, emails from his suppliers, the follow-up of each of his shipments, price quotes for the remodeling of various buildings (including his mother's house, Vanessa's and those of the subdivision that he rented), payment tokens of only half of his tenants, the calendar and the grades of his children, everything related to his ex-wife's sue, sales of some collectibles that he could buy for his business, price quotes for security systems, phone and internet plans, ratings and reviews of different insurance companies, the status of all the bank accounts he handled, bills he had to pay, wages he already owed, the status of her orders, the weekly menu from the budget kitchen where she shopped, websites with tips for reducing stress and anxiety, and various pornographic videos.
Santiago looked at the time. 
2:27 am. 
He shut down his computer and took the pills the cardiologist gave him:
·         1 of Amlodipine/Valsartan/Hidroclorotiazide;
·         1 of Ezetimibe/Simvastatin, y
·         1 of Esomeprazole.
And a Difenhidramine pill to sleep.
He checked his phone's alarm. It was scheduled for 6 am.
Santiago left his phone on his night table, he lied in his bed and covered himself with the covers.
He thought about his mother's house, and how he would kick his siblings outta there. As soon as he distributed the inheritance, he would keep the house (and a quarter of everything), close its doors and let everyone deal with themselves.
He would spend the rest of his life chillin' inside his mother's house.
Santiago hugged the covers and he settled on his side with his legs drawn up.
He couldn't be more comfortable.

They always tell him to grow up, but he knows to do so, he has to get rid of everything he is and loves.

"Happy endings"
~~~
4 years after...
"Archie Ruby Jackson will you come back here!!"
"Stop yelling at him or his feelings would get hurt" I sighed as I flipped the paper. We were at my backyard and Archie sure was in big trouble...
"His feelings would get hurt? Oh! Then what about my feelings? He burnt them all down! I bought Archie a new play toy and house and he ended up burning the whole damn thing! Don't tell me to calm down Liam"
"But I told you it was a mistake, I didn't do it on purpose Aunty" He pleaded
"I don't care Archie and what have I told you about calling me your aunt" She gave him her intimidating eyes and he instantly remembered his mistake. That's why I think she's perfect to replace Katie
"Sorry Mum. But you're not my mum though so I don't know why you want me to call you mum" Oh he's done it again
"Archie please just apologize before she cuts your head off" I could see her shutting her eyes and balling her fists. I immediately left my chair and took Archie in my hands
"You call me Mum Archie because I literally take care of you, I'm like a mother figure in your life since your mum left" She said still closing her eyes
"But you're not my mum" he said and I cupped his mouth in my hands
Then I whispered "You had better shut up Archie or she'll be pissed off really bad and we won't get dinner"
"Forgive him, please he won't disobey any longer, just don't feed us with chips tonight, I beg you" I said as I pleaded
"Yes, please, I'm sorry Aun_ sorry, Mum I'll behave from now on and I won't burn my play house anymore"
"That's good. Y'all should be happy I'm in a good mood because the gang is having a get together today and I need to prepare" She said and walked inside the house.
"That was a close one" We both sighed
"Don't do that again Archie or you'll be seeing your grand pa real soon" I hissed
"Okay dad, I won't mess up next time" He smiled and my heart relaxed when those blue eyes gazed at me
"I'm going out, I'll be back alright. Tell your Aunt, oh, Mum that I'll be back with the groceries" I said as I walked to the parking lot and turned on my posh.
He'll be so surprised when I get back... I can't wait!
***
I parked at the airport and waited for her to get down from the plane.
"Hello honey" I greeted as I walked up to her and kissed her passionately. She's like my life but in another person's body
"How's Archie?"
"Ouch! You didn't even ask of me, your loving husband, you went straight to "How's Archie" I used hand quotes so she would know I was pissed
"Okay, I'm sorry. How are you love?"
"Barely alive, Maja doesn't feed us when she's pissed"
"Well then don't make her pissed" She laughed
"We try, but Archie just seems to get on her nerves a lot. She even wants him to call her mum"
She shrugged "She's the boss, so do what she wants"
"Your business trip went well?"
"Aced it. Let's go now, it's almost sundown, Guys get off the plane" She yelled and that's when they started filling out A pregnant Sophia, Christian with beards, Arnaldo and his two kiss with Margaux behind them, Kc and Nora with their husbands. 
"You guys were hiding inside!!" I laughed
We all look complete and happy.
***
Katie's last POV...
I allowed my friends to walk in before me. I wanted to surprise Archie because I finished my business trip early and I decided to have a get together to celebrate all our success.
"Archie, guess who's behind that door" Liam said
"Grand ma?"
"It's me!!" I shouted
"Mum!!!" He said before crashing into my arms.
My lovely boy is all grown up. I admit, I almost lost my life trying to bring him into this world but it was worth it. Every journey with all these Crazy people has all been worth it.
"Maja, thank you for taking care of my boys" I smiled as I joined her in the kitchen.
"They're stubborn but I still adore them" She smiled.
"What's for dinner!!" Christian shouted from the living room and we all laughed.
"Some Norwegian specials mixed with Texas snacks and Filipino specials"
"Good cause I'm starving" He answered
"Then why don't you go make your own food and stop nagging like you're the one pregnant here" Sophia said and we all laughed. These two, always nagging and causing trouble. There's no sad time when you're around them, it's all smiles and laughter. That's how I feel when I'm with all of them...
My family is my pride, my friends turned to my little family, Even though I lost some, I still gained much more, Archie Liam and these guys throwing lame jokes at each other in my living room, I gained much love and it boosted my self esteem to make me into the woman I am today, to make me the wife, mother, best friend I am today. Now this is what I call a happy ending, my happy ending, with my family...
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Katie Kent is a 16year old with a troubled childhood, growing up not knowing her father, loosing her sister at a tender age due to suicide and then left with a mother who doesn't care for her only surviving child. 

She grows up to become a girl with a constant bullier in high school, camille. The daughter of the most wealthiest man in Texas. Little did she know that her life would forever change coming across camille and being shipped off to another high school in no where land called GREY high. 

There, she makes friends and finally has a crush on one of the hottest guys in Grey high, Liam. If they would end up together? No one knows... together with her friends, they encounter many activities, teachers and other students. The strenght of their friendship help them to have each others back, Katie also learns about many secrets hidden in the school walls, secrets that were never to excape the four corners of the school, she becomes lost in every secret she unviels not knowing who or what she is anymore.

Keep on reading if you want to find out every secret she unviels, all the troubles she and her friends encounter in school and finally if she will ever have a chance with Liam.

 

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