My name is Avery and I'm going to college as a creative writing major. All I want is to make it through each day as they come to me.

My best friend since childhood is Nikki, an overly confident and energetic girl. She's all the heroine of justice, protector of dreams and wishes known (or, unknown) as Tranquitty. 

I don't envy her situation, but I am her #1 supporting character. After all, I'm the only one that understands what she's going through and is there to listen to her.

After a wonderful summer vacation, it was finally time to go to college for the first time. I had spent the whole entire summer packing, and deciding what things should stay behind as well as the things I should give away.


It was depressing to say goodbye to Matthew. We had all said goodbye to him as a group, but we couldn't have a farewell party because he had his grad party the night before with his family.


Instead, we had a group get together at a restaurant to say goodbye to him. Well, we all had burgers and milkshakes.


The saddest person other than me was surprisingly James. It seemed that in a way the two had become closer over the last couple months.


Matthew left that night.


His phone still worked, and he texted me from time to time over that summer vacation, but the texts became less and less frequent.


It seemed that he had settled into England pretty well, and he was loving the Oxford campus a lot. He had met new people, and had also started attending business meetings with his father.


He seemed to be happy.


Meanwhile, I was enjoying my summer by going to the beach and hanging out with friends as well with family. I was enjoying every last minute of it. It was quite a relaxing summer, perfect for before the first year of college.


However, then I found myself ready to go to UCLA.


My bags were packed, and in the car. My family was gathered, and a few of my friends. And... James was there too, speaking with some of my relatives.


I gave a hug to each person there, and then got into my car to drive off. James also decided to leave the same time that I did. And so, we began our drives to college.


Many hours and cups of coffee later, I found myself on the UCLA campus. It was gorgeous, and I was so happy to find myself finally there.


"Hello, UCLA," I murmured under my breath. "My name's Miyah, and I'm so ready for this year."


But... I missed James. I missed Matthew. I already missed my family...


It was going to be a long year...


I bit my bottom lip.


It was too late now to turn back.


I parked my car in front of the administration building, and then entered the edifice. The lady at the front desk was kind enough to give me my schedule and help point out where the dorms were.


Then, I went to go find my dorm. When I got there, there was a girl there on one of the beds already. Her hair was red, and she had it up in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown, but a beautiful shade of the color. She glanced over at me, and then got up. "Ah! You must be one of my roommates!"


I nodded.


She stuck her hand out. "Hey, I'm Kyan Knights. Strange name, I know. Whatever. What's your name?"


I blinked once. It almost seemed as if she had chugged down an ounce of sugar and then five cups of coffee. "Nice to meet you," I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake. "The name's Miyah. Miyah Hatfield."


"It's a pleasure," she responded.


We let go of each others hands, and spent the time getting to know each other better.


We both liked the color blue, specifically turquoise. We both came from smaller towns in California, and had managed to get into our dream school.


"Oh. Also, I'm part of the softball team," she added.


"That's awesome!" I said.


Suddenly, the door was swung open, and two other girls entered. They froze when they saw us, but then smiled. "We're the other two roommates."


The one to the left was blonde, tall, and had curly hair. Naturally, her eyes were blue. In a way, they reminded me of James's eyes, since they were nearly the same shade of blue. Yet... James's was a bit warmer than her eyes were.


The one to the right had black hair that went down to her waist and bangs. She was much shorter than the girl to the left.


The girl to the right introduced herself first. "Hello. I'm Kloe Trujillo."


"I'm Ellenor Greenaway," the blonde one to the left said soon after.


After that, we all got to know each other better.


My first class was exciting, and I had it with Ellenor. I was very excited, and quite content that I was able to have my first class with someone that I knew. However, when we went to class, she immediately began to socialize, and I was left on my own.


She ditched me.


I let out a sigh, and set my gaze on a random seat. There was already someone sitting next to it. I neared the seat, and asked, "Can I sit here?"


The guy nodded.


"Thank you," I said as I sat down. After a pause, I decided that it would be best for me to introduce myself. "I'm Miyah."


"I'm Miles."


"Nice to meet you."


"Likewise."


The class was about creative writing. It was an elective course, but I had wanted to take one class that I would enjoy before taking more classes that would be more career related.


And it seemed as if the class was quite enjoyable. The first day we were allowed to write whatever came to our minds, and then we were dismissed. After getting the syllabus, of course.


Miles was an interesting guy. It seemed like he was going to major in computer sciences, but he also enjoyed writing, and thus decided to join the class.


He lived in LA, so he commuted from nearby, although I wasn't too sure what 'nearby' meant.


Once class ended, I had another class to attend, and I had this class with Kloe. She, unlike Ellenor, stayed by my side the whole entire class period. I got to know her a lot better, and decided I liked her.


I was not to keen about Ellenor, but I would tolerate her.


My first day at UCLA was great. And I was happy.

"We probably looked like a couple crazy in love. But, of course we would. We had concocted our pretend relationship perfectly, keeping the mask on until we could turn and hiss at each other in private once again. In an ironic way, the guy I hated the most was also the only person who knew the real me."




Miyah knew James since they were young. Yet, Miyah can't stand the guy...

One day, as James gets surrounded by friends and girls that are interested in him, he suddenly announces that he and Miyah are dating. 

Miyah decides to play along. However, she's always had feelings for her old best friend from elementary, whom she sees once again. 


James has always liked Miyah. For some reason, she's always hated him. James decides to show Miyah that he's different than what she thinks and so he forces her to pretend to date him and to finally see him for the person he is.

The semester results were out. I peeked out the noticeboard. As excepted, i was the department topper. As it was the first year , we aren't aligned class as per our department but, we will be separted by department from this semester. I called my mom but my brother nitin picked it up. I told him my grades and hung up. I also noted asha and riya's mark to inform, both are passed in distinction. I was standing and tried to check dinesh mark so that i moved to boys section. I was scanning for the name but  a hand was passed over me and checking marks by tracing line on paper. I stood standstill holding my breath on place to stop inhaling his perfume, I know its dinesh he is the one who wears watch and bracelet on right hand . He looked little irritated by his marks. He stomped his foot on floor and moved on. I breathed which i holded for sometime.
In curiosity i checked his marks,He had secured second mark in his department, isn't a good mark?. Maybe he would have aimed for first mark, i checked his department to know who secured first. I gasped, we are going to be in same class from this semester.

 i changed a lot. Not only by looks but also in attitude. I was bold than before and matured. But, when i was with my friends, i leave all my brain and follow my heart. I literally, change as a kid when i was with them. So comfort zoned. I dont want to miss them .Time changes everything..Everything changed, except the fire when i see him. However i remind myself not to see him, by knowing or without knowing i peek him two days once. I never miss any football match if he plays, single excuse i made myself.

"I dont want to go that stupid class", asha said by throwing her book. I picked it and sat behind her by placing my arms around.
Riya sat with us.
"me too", she gave us a pout.
"but we will be here after everyday, we gonna be in same hostel room. We sleep together, we bath together, we study together. we can spend the lost time by waking up to midnight", i tried convince.
"but, its not like before", riya frowned and hugged us. We spoke for long time than normal day and slept on each other's lap. 

I couldn't move, felt numb. Heavy weight on my shoulder and lap, i tried to open my eyes. I hardly moved riya and asha and stretched my hands and legs. Accidently, i happened to see the wall clock. Omg, its 7.30. after seeing time, i felt so fresh. We need to be in class in half an hour. I shouted , cried and shook them. but, they didn't respond. Finally, i took a bucket full of water and splashed on them.
"meeeeraaaaa",riya shouted.
"you are such an idiot", asha said.
"ofcourse i am. its 7.30. wake up first", i yelled.
They noticed and moved faster. We took a quick shower and got ready. I took a deep breathe as we entered college. our paths going to be little different from today. We entered our respective classes, promised to meet on lunch and intervals.
Everyone looked new to me, i never seen these people in my college. a girl in blue specs and white shirt smiled at me, as i entered. Her bench is already filled with people so, I smiled and sat in the bench near window. Our new professor entered and started to give the overview about the class he is going to handle. i felt lonely for first time in this college, i diverted myself by sightseeing through window. Suddenly, i felt a jerk on my bench, dinesh sat beside. I know he will be in my class and i mentally prepared. Moreover, i was not in active mind, my mind is sluggish. I looked through the window again.
Professor explained everything and asked us to copy the syllabus as he dictates. Everything is in syllabus book, i dont know why the hell he wants to make us write and to waste time. i pretended to write and tried to understand the topic by name. Dinesh looked at me after sometime and i was aware of the fact. Yet, maintained eye on board. He took my note that i was writing,flipped the last page and  wrote something.
i was little stunned and curious by his act. I grabbed my notebook and opened last page.

   "YOU ARE DIFFERENT", in paris embroidery font style.

This story is about a girl from village and a boy from City. They together come across avrious dilemma, love, romance and problems. How she console her joint family to accept Dinesh and how they faced their hurdles. A beautiful love story ends with a tragedy.

"meme" "review"
 *clap*     *clap*

(Sigh~) What should i write? 

Should i write about a kid who got bullied in naked-Leaf village because he had an angry mutated little fox sealed in his stomach? 

Or about a dragon who was born with too many balls and had to fling his sack to release his 7 overloaded balls over the universe. By which than a mutated human boy with a tail of a monkey search for all those balls in order to please the perverted dragon?

Maybe about a little ninja who massacred his whole clan in the village except for his little brother for a lottery ticket. Which then decides to become a pirate in order to search for that 
"One piece" of BBQ chicken wing?

(sigh~~) I really am a prodigy of the century, look how creative i am? Even Charles Xavier can't hold a candle to me when it comes to pure fresh-horse brain power. I call it HBP. Nice name right? 
Well... i will admit it does sound a bit like a STD name but doesn't matter. 
Anyyyywayyyysss i will stop stalling already, jesusss don't be so pushy.

I mean, hey its my first ever written novel alright? this novel will become my "Magnum Opus". 
I will be standing right before the hollywood entrance and also paste my hands in one of those tiles after this whole fiasco comes into the light right?

Oke to be honest i am a little nervous. What happens if i really do become famous because of this novel? look, look, look my little heart is already trembleling, thinking about all those ladies screaming my name at the entrance and throwing their panties to my face. 
What a beautiful scene it would be. 

But alas it won't happen to us writers as we have to work 24/7 and still get shit on(sadface). 
Do we really need to do this? Yes we do! Why you ask? Because without us prodigy authors writing novels for you guys: 
How can you learn to dream? 
To become someone big? 
To become successful? 
It all starts with imagination 
and of course with a little bit of dirty jokes here and there. 

So i hope i can inspire you to become a doctor or a lawyer, or both at the same time. i do prefer you would be getting graduated with both diplomas of course otherwise it would be a shame to my novel. And i will be getting bad review, comment and dislikes. Only because of you uhu. 

And for those that didn't make it to college don't worry. This novel let you inspire to get you a woman or a man that has a lot of money. In other words you will get a beautiful sugar-mama or a 
handsome sugar-daddy if you read this novel. 
Uhu, yes, yes 99.9% guaranteed. Almost like a c*ndom.

From now on i will be writing seriously and you will see me at chapter 175-180 come back.
So i hope you boys/girls/man/woman/EverythingInBetween/Tanks and 
Apache-helicopters will enjoy this novel. Thankyou<3

You can only read this if you are 18+
I repeat you can read this only if you are !!18+!!

This not your every day novel where its easy going easy life. Remember the title? Yes seven lives of sh*t so prepare some towels cus you will have to clean your bowels.
(get it? clean your bowels with towels cus they will be full of... what you didn't get it? never mind go away. don't read this gem its not for you anyways humpff~) and (noo this is not a tsundere tactical nuke strategy to hook you up, who do you think you are huh?).  

alright what else hmmm...

Aaaahhh Yes mc will be OP, very very very OP, but not so fast readers cus story will only start after chapter 180. Why? cus the mc will be in sh*t for a good 175 chapters. Yes a Prologue of 7 motherfricking parts, which consist of 180 chapters, where the mc gets fricked without a c*ndom by life. Can't do anything about it, the director and the producer are too hyped and said that they will go along and finance the whole 
PH mov-cough,cough,cough i mean novel of course what else you dirty minded #$@$#@.

so yeah...
what?
what are you looking at huh? freaking hell alright here is your stupid synopsis:
Go F*cking read the novel i don't have time for this.

here is my beautiful synopsis. Nice right?
yeah thought so too^^

After Lin Xu returned to the classroom, he immediately began to attend classes, and it was only when Li Zong rushed in.

　　The three people were very excited. When Ye Ni had not arrived, they rushed to Lin Xu and said: "Lin Xu, where have you just gone? Do you know what has just happened? Haha..."

　　"Hey, we just went to fight with Ye Tian's kid. As a result, Ye Tian's kid actually called a saintist. The saintist may be the senior student of our college, not only has become a junior writer, but also I also learned the Holy Order, and then we will be given by Ye Tian, ​​but at this time..." Yang Nian is also very excited. "Hey, Lin Xu, how do you look curious?" what!"

　　Lin Xubai took a look at the three people and thought: "Can I tell you that I am at the scene?" However, he pretended to be surprised and asked, "Oh, what happened then?"

　　"It's my turn!" Zhao Xiong said. "Later, a mysterious sage teacher appeared, and we added a holy force behind us. Then we three will hang the opposite three, the other side of the sage The teacher was not enough to see it, and it was perfectly shown by the mysterious sage!"

　　Li Zong said: "Yeah, I am afraid that this mysterious Saint Seon is also one of the best geniuses in our college. I have heard of the Yeh's Saint, who is also called Ye Luo. It was because of his discovery that he was very talented in the sacred texts. This was funded by Ye Family to let him study in the college. It is said that in the upper grades, it is also one of the earliest junior writers! But the mysterious sacred text It is obvious that the division can directly crush Ye Luo, which is obviously stronger than Ye Luo!"

　　"Is this a teacher!" said Zhao Xiong. "For example, our teacher Ye, she is an intermediate writer!"

　　"Impossible, if it is a teacher, it will not help us fight, but prevent us from fighting!" Yang Nian immediately shook his head.

　　"In any case, I must study the holy text well in the future, and I will also be a strong Saint Seonographer in the future!" Li Zong said firmly.

　　"We are also!" said Yang Nian and Zhao Xiong.

　　At this moment, Lin Xu is a lonely master. It is estimated that even if he jumps out and says that he is the sage of the sage, the other party will only think that he is bragging, so he simply does not say more.

　　Lin Xu was also the first to use the sacred slogan. The difficulty of the sacred syllabus is naturally the basis of the sacred text. You must know that even from the primary class to the advanced class, it is not bad to master the three thousand sacred texts, so even if it is The students in the advanced class rarely have the primary beginners. The group words are stronger than the literacy.

　　Although many people have learned some simple words when they are learning three thousand sacred texts, most beginners generally go to the primary writers who have studied 3,000 essays, so few people spend Time to learn what words, after all, if there is no Wenquan, even if there are more holy forces, there is no way to store them, and they will slowly disperse.

　　Therefore, the current teaching mode is basically in the order of words, words, sentences, and texts. Therefore, after Lin Xu directly evaluated the primary writer as a sergeant, he immediately wrote a text, which has to be said to be Very surprising.

　　The primary writer can write a text even if the assessment is passed. Although the content is richer and more mature than the primary school composition, the written text is no different from the primary school students, so the population of the entire sage has reached 100 billion. Above, the St. Master does not know how many billions, even if Lin Xu's primary assessment is the first, but the number of subscriptions that can be obtained is only over 50,000. The reason is because everyone's impression of the primary writer is too deep, even if It is a talented person, and only a junior writer, writing a primary school essay, even if everyone feels great, I am afraid most people may not agree.

　　If you change to a great god, or even a writer's "Water Melody", I am afraid that the number of people who subscribe will reach 10,200,000.

　　However, when Lin Xu wrote a novel, he quickly entered the boutique, and before he wrote the web article, he also published many articles in the newspapers. After graduation, he has been working on the program, and the story has a story. The thesis has a literary talent, or a true Chinese professional, so his accomplishment in Chinese is also quite brilliant. If you concentrate on studying Chinese, it is an expert level.

　　This kind of existence, came to the sanctuary, and it would not work if you want to not be a cow.

　　It can be said that Lin Xu is now a high-energy low-altitude. The sanctuary he possesses is probably weaker than the great god. He only needs to raise the Holy Spirit and learn the various uses of the Holy Power. Is a bullish existence.

　　For example, Ye Luo, who can already pass the junior writer in the advanced class, UU read www.uukanshu.com and learned some sacred orders, can be said to be one of the geniuses, but met his own assessment. Those who have been at the beginning of writing, and who are the first to use the sacred slogan, have been hanged by themselves. In addition to the reason that their sacred power is much stronger than the other, the most important thing is the understanding of the sacred text. It is much stronger than the other side.

　　In this battle, Lin Xu discovered that every sacred slogan, even such a minimum sacred slogan, would cost about two hundred sacred powers. If you use a more powerful sage, it would not take long.

　　At this time, Wang Xuewen curiously asked: "Hey? Liu Wei, Teacher Ye has never been late, how come today has not come to class yet?"

　　When I heard this, Lin Xu felt a little strange. According to the truth, Ye Ni should be a very dedicated teacher. It shouldn't be so late.

　　At this time, Ye Ni hurried over and said: "Well, the teacher just got something, so it's late, but we don't have classes in this class!"

　　"Wow, don't go to class!" At this time, Li Zong and other people cried out in surprise. It was a very cool thing for them not to go to class. Lin Xu looked back at them and just said that they should learn well. Wen, to be a strong Saints, is it so happy to hear that you are not in class now?

　　Wang Xuewen and others frowned. They came here to learn the holy text. It is a bad thing for them not to attend classes.

　　At this time, Ye Ni said: "The squad leader organized it and went to the playground together. Be sure to pay attention to discipline, and wait for the king to come to the college!"

　　"What? The king is coming over?" All of them were surprised when they heard this, but they finally understood why Ye Ni would come over late, and why Ye Ni would say that this class did not attend classes.

Bad grammar is to be expected
read with caution
Been translated to english 
read before webnovel get me
10 Chapter per day
Number of chapter in chinese:130
Status:Cancel/Taking a break
you can read it on my website as well 
Discord link https://discord.gg/sG7DVsM

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

She woke up with a tiny ray of sunlight illuminating her left cheek, the light coming from a gap created by her curtain that hung low at the foot of her bed.

With one swift pivot, she rose and sat straight for a while, scratching her head and rubbing off the mounds of saliva that dried off at the side of her mouth-- she drools a lot after all.

She checked her phone that lay idle at her bedside table; grasping it with a sleepy grip, she opened it and checked for messages. Her eyes widened upon seeing that there were 20 texts from various people.

One came from her college best friend, Phlan, with a text asking her if she'd attend her 8 a.m. class. She smiled in rebellion. Of course she won't. Given that she just woke up, no Breone will be attending her creative writing subject this morning.

The other 18 texts were from her annoying brother, Kevin. She opened one of the texts and found that it was a drunk text. "Ure ugleyhb as hecrckk, Breone." The text read. "Well, at least he got my name's spelling correct." She whispered, mustering a smile only her brother can paint on her face.

She did bother to read the other drunk texts her brother sent her. She scrolled through her phone and got to the bottom of her inbox and saw a text from someone she never thought would text her at this time, Jared. She opened the message and it read: "Are you free this afternoon? I have a coupon from that favorite korean barbeque place you love. I received it for free since I celebrated my birthday there last night. I plan on giving it to you. Do you want it?"

Her heart rejoiced but then ached. How could Jared not invite her to his celebration last night? Was she only a friend that's as good as a coupon's worth? 

She exited the message, not bothering to reply and threw her phone to her bed. Frustrated early in the morning, she crashed her body back to bed. She wouldn't let Jared's text affect her mood. He's only a guy. "Well a guy you truly like." Her mind whispered. 

Frustrated by this notion, she turned to her left to see if her roommates were still on their beds. Breone lived in a dormitory that's inside her university. Convenient, one might say but lonely and utterly depressing for Breone.

Seeing that she was the only one in her room, she went back to sleep, totally bearing in mind to wake up at 1 in the afternoon, just enough to miss her second class, and then she'd be free for the rest of the day. 

Breone has this silly nick to her attitude. She's often absent in her classes but she still passes with flying colors. Her professors don't seem to mind this habit of hers since she still delivers well even if she's absent two or three times a week in a subject.

Before she closed her eyes, she thought of Jared. How she secretly liked him for years. How her heart flutters whenever he asks her to go on a food trip with him.

It is during those moments she is reminded that this is what it feels like to have someone accompany you even in the silliest of trips, this is how it feels to just have someone by your side. But Jared isn't hers. And maybe, it will stay that way.

With doubt clouding her thoughts, she decided to sleep it off. 

With Jared as the last thought in mind, she drifted back to sleep with a heavy heart.

She gives 
her heart
Like flyers
out on the street--
existing only 
to be desolated 
by those 
who cannot
see.

She loves--
the kind
where she is blind
and unfailingly meek;
where the emptiness
of her palm,
and the pain
she has been,
cannot deplete
the love she
offers for
free.

She has shattered
in ways
unknown
because she 
gives--
Her love,
Her heart
that has never 
received.

"Hmm.. let's just ignore all the people then. " 

They sat there talking and teasing each other for some more time before heading to their respective homes. 


ONE YEAR LATER

Shradha walked into  Computer Science department. She had to meet the dean of the department regarding her project. After discussing for 45 minutes about the project, the dean wanted to speak to her regarding future plans and higher studies. He gave examples of a few seniors who were currently pursuing masters abroad and urged Shradha to think about masters. He seemed to think that with her grades, projects and coding experience all the good universities were within reach. He had said it would increase her value in the job market. Shradha had promised to research further about scholarships and other things for his sake. 

"At home, dad wants to increase my value in the wedding market; here the dean wants to increase my value in the job market. Why are people behind increasing my value !?" Shradha murmured jokingly. She walked to her scooty thinking Nishant would have enjoyed that dialogue. 

Within one year, a lot of things had changed, not just for Shradha and Nishant, but for others as well.  Prithvi and Rohan were integral part of their life and 4 of them hung out a lot at Rohan's apartment. Technically it was a shared place between  Prithvi and Rohan but  Prithvi paid only a small part of the rent while all other expenses were taken care by Rohan. They knew very well how to balance each others family and financial situation. Rohan was from a wealthy family in Delhi while  Prithvi was from a lower middle class family in Bengaluru.  Prithvi stayed in hostel as his home was far from college and daily commute was tiresome, but he visited home regularly. Rohan accompanied him most of time as  Prithvi's parents knew that he was homesick. So they showered Rohan with love and care. Rohan's family was grateful to know that someone was taking care of their precious son well. So they had never objected Rohan even when he spent a lot of money for  Prithvi. Both families were happy about their friendship.

Nishant had been spending a major part of his day in their apartment. He thought that their apartment was the perfect place for him to work on his writing. He would go back home mostly for eating and speaking in the night. Sheela had been really unhappy about this development, but there was nothing she could do. Her son did not respond to her emotional blackmails like earlier. In a way he had grown immune to her words. He would just smile and get on with his work. Nishant always tried his best not to be rude to Sheela or fight with her. He would just listen to her without actually listening to her and never argued back. This was the tactic his father had taught him secretly and this trick saved Nishant from stress. Then again, he hardly spent time at home. Writing had become one of the important part of Nishant and somehow Rohan's bachelor pad was the perfect place for him to be creative and write. Nishant had also been taking more responsibilities at lit club and he had been the chief editor of the college magazine for the last few months. 

***

****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

****

"Let's hurry for our first class, our first class is physiology, right!" said Amanda, opening the door of their room after coming from the mess.
"yes, just notebooks and pen, that would do and we are ready to go"
 They took their stuff and locked the door and rushed for the class. They reached the class, but only the first two benches were empty for them, to sit. They sat on the second bench. The Professor came into the class. He seemed to be serious but a polite personality.

"I am Dr. George Brown, and I will teach you physiology, so physiology deals with the functioning of living organisms and parts", he explained about the outlay and syllabus of the subject. Then he started with the subject itself. Students started to write down on their notebooks. Time passed by and much time was over by now.

Suddenly, the projector fell over Naomi. Naomi woke up from her sleep with a jerk. She was seeing a dream.

"What a dream!" she said, she looked at the clock, it was 6:30 and they have to get ready by 8:00 for their class. She thought about the last day as she was unable to figure out when she slept. 

"Yeah" she remembered, "we were talking in the afternoon after lunch, did we sleep for so long?", "The fatigue I guess", she murmured to herself. She looked at Amanda who was in a deep sleep.
"Wake up Amanda, we need to be ready by 8:00" who was alarmed about what was happening. They hurried and started to get ready for classes and went in the mess to have breakfast.

"You know I saw a weird dream", said Naomi sitting on the table in mess and eating her food.
"I always have dreams, dreams are just random, nothing to worry", said Amanda while eating the last piece of her plate.
They stood up and rushed to the room for getting their stuff for the classes.
From there, they went to the lecture hall building for their class, it was their physiology class.
They reached the class and Naomi found that only the first two benches were empty. They sat on the second bench. The professor came in, it was the same professor which she looked in her dream. Naomi found it weird as she had never seen him before, still, she looked him in her dream. The lecture started, she concentrated on what the professor was saying. The professor introduced himself, he was saying the same as it was in her dream. She looked up, the projector was there, she felt a little confused about it. But she started writing everything in her notebook. Her full concentration was on the lecture. Everyone was listening and writing in the notebook.

Suddenly, the projector fell over Naomi. It hung from the roof with wire and was midway in the air. Naomi was sitting just below the projector but somehow she got saved. There was a shrieking sound, Naomi noticed the projector and slid to the side. The whole class looked at that direction in astonishment.

"Nothing happened, it was just an accident, nobody is hurt," said the professor to soothe the environment, "are you alright, what is your name," said he.
"I am Naomi Davis and yes professor, I am fine"
"Ok, your classmate is fine, nothing to worry, we will just get the projector fix, the class is dismissed for the day". The professor went out, maybe to get someone to get the projector fixed.
Naomi was in complete shock as everything happened as it was in her dream. This never happened with her before. Was it a "Dijavu" she thought to herself. She was unable to interpret as to why her dream was completely similar to what just happened right now, she never saw her professor before, she heard the name of her professor as well, Dr. Brown, in her dream which was a big mystery. The complete sequence was as if a copy or, it was like played again for her. 

"Are you fine, let's just go out in the air and we can have some coffee if you want" said Amanda who was feeling a bit conscious about her friend.
"No," said Naomi, "I am completely fine, the projector just swung in the air, I got saved"
"Thank GOD, you are safe and the projector didn't do any harm to you"
"I think this just happened, to always make me remember my first class", and she chuckled. 
Amanda also laughed getting confirmed that she is really alright. 

They went out through the corridor, students were talking in small groups. It seemed as if they were discussing something. They passed by, they heard one of the groups which were quite loud,
"There is Fresher's tonight at 9:00," said a student, "Where?", said another in excitement, "In the college basement, in Viena building", said the student.

"What? Its Fresher's tonight, but on such short notice" said Amanda
"Yes, but I will not attend the party"
"What?Why?"
"because I don't like parties"
"Oh come on, I never thought you would be one of those"
"What one of those, what you mean?"
"Those people who are so nerdy and serious like you, now your image in my head is forming like that", said Amanda teasingly.
"I look nerdy to people?"
"I think you don't look, but you are bore types" Amanda chuckled, "I am just kidding, you have to come, otherwise I am also not going for the party"
"Ok, ok, I will attend, but only for sometime"
"Now that's like a good girl" she jumped with joy.

"But what about the dress, what we gonna wear," said Naomi.
"Yeah, the most difficult part," said Amanda, "let's get to the room and decide now, our next lecture is at 11 o'clock"

Naomi felt someone is following them, she looked back but what see saw was, just a bunch of students. She stopped and looked behind sternly all over, her gaze stopped at a guy. Amanda looked for Naomi and saw her standing there looking behind, she called Naomi, "Naomi", but Naomi was not in her senses, she was lost somewhere else. Amanda took her hand and shake her to bring her to senses. "What happened," said Amanda. "Nothing", and then they started to walk towards the room.

Naomi started to think about the guy that she just saw in the corridor. She remembered, she saw him in the physiology class today, she saw him sitting at the last bench when she entered in the class.
The guy had his hair styled in a way that some of his hair covered his forehead and were short at back. His hairstyle suited his handsome, fair toned, face. He had well built, toned body, not that much muscular but not sleek as well. He wore a black shirt with a creme colored jeans, shirt not tucked inside. She remembered the same scene again where he was standing in the corridor, leaning to the wall. He looked quite attractive. Maybe some of the groups were talking about him only. Naomi suddenly jerked out herself from his thoughts, she asked herself what was she doing.

They had reached the hostel till then and went to their room to decide dress for the night party.
They looked in their cupboard, unfurled every inch of it to find a suitable dress. Going out of the college for shopping was difficult for them as their college was in a very isolated place. The only option they had was to choose a dress from their only closet. Naomi chose a blue dress, it was a long gown, she had worn that once before. It looked elegant and royal blue made it look more royal. Amanda chose a knee-length pink color dress, it was a cute dress that looked good on Amanda. 
"So, the dress is chosen, what next?", Amanda looked at Naomi.
"What accessories are we going to wear"
They decided on the rest of the things and went out to attend their further classes.

A college girl realizes her supernatural powers and she need to search her partner in crime to know what's happening with them, Do they had a past?. They have to go through the path full of obstacles and evil. They have to realize the reason behind their existence and complete the quest to save the world from the evil clutches.

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