Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

Greetings everyone!

I've been busy editing some stuffs from the previous chaps. Not to worry, I did not change anything, just 'clean' some errors and patch some plotholes. Especially the errors my allegedly alive Keyboard did.

So... for the new readers, I welcome ya'll, for the old readers, Thank you thank you thank you~ I really feel grateful that ya'll keep on supporting me. Shoutout to Cerment_the_frog, hopefallsnow01, Jagermeister, LoudHermit and ChiseHatori and those who kept on reading my story since square one.

And by the way, You should skim the first 20 chaps for additional snippets that I added :3. I wasn't planning to add them at the first place since I'm not yet sure about the system and plots and everything I wanted to integrate into this story.


So to be honest, I didn't expected this sudden recognition, I was just casually writing stories then sharing them to the world through Webnovel. And now, I'm starting to get comments and reviews, which greatly pleases me! Please give me more of those, thank you so much.


So yeah, I had the plan to drop this novel before, during those quarantine stuffs and online class wackamoles, and yet, I'm still here, writing Vol. 2. So thank you ya'll for the support.

Anyways, since Webnovel doesn't have an open forum feature in the app which I greatly wish they are planning to add, I'll be opening this chap for any questions ya'll have in your mind, tips for my story and your ideas - Especially names, I lack the creative brain to think of names.

Oh right! Give me more of those honest reviews! I love those! They're helping me improve the quality of the novel. So feel free to leave some reviews for this novel. Shoutout to Jaxer30 and Nith_Haiah.

All in all, thank you for following the development of Defend the Queen.

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

Set your colony, raise your army, attack monsters, eat their flesh, then evolve!

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Iziul was the youngest and the only female General of the Army of Earth year 2075 who attained the respectable rank of Five-Star.

Sadly, her high prestige was ended after being sent to her death trap by.

Waking up again, she was brought to another world quite different yet similar to Earth.

Trees were towering here as animals and insects that were seen small at earth became gigantic titans that wrecked havoc.

"Is that mothra?!?! godzilla?!?! wait! Why are they so big but... normal. Normal???

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

Join Iziul, as she transmigrated into a
Queen Bit and thread the path of evolution while building her army of children to conquer the world!

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Hope you guys enjoy it!

I was delighted that the number of collections was growing by my farmer Dara. Here, finally, readers understood the secret of history! We started to read! Even not very folding English did not become an obstacle for them!

But then I look, something is not right! No matter how good the story was in the opinion of the author, he is not so presumptuous!

The answer was near. For reading stories about farming, they give points that can be exchanged for coins. A new mind game.

Then it turned out that reading is not necessary at all, you can just turn the phone and pretend that you are reading, you still get points.

Thanks to the Web Novels, but readers are always trickier than kind attempts to attract readers through a simple advertisement of novels.

As balls cease to give, to see from 161 readers will remain faithful readers, 65 people! I am grateful to them!

While I'm busy writing a short novel about Treasure Hunters, I think it will have 100 chapters. And when I finish, then I can switch to the remaining three novels.

- About a coin there will be only 100 chapters.

- About cunning merchants 150-160 there may be 200 chapters.

- But the Farmer Dara is hoping to write a total of chapters 300 another or 500, as it turns out.


Overall result: I started writing novels on Web Novels:

from February 23, 2019

During this time, 4 novels and two short stories were started.

Of which 2 were sent to Dropp. This is the first edition of the Magic Farmer Gift and the Traveler's Note.

In the first case, there was a mistake and a ban that could be removed by contacting the moderation service, but I decided to rewrite the novel. Having released the second edition.

The second novel, or rather short stories, had few subscribers and few readers, so I decided to drop it. There was not enough time to write a chapter for other novels.

Then the idea came up to write spin-offs about Dara and treasure hunters. Thanks to the reviewers, they suggested a new idea, namely to make the characters more lively and emotional. Enter an additional character - a girl. With the advent of a romantic line, albeit a short one.

I rewrote this novel three times, so updates for other novels and this novel were delayed.

Conla rewrote Roma, found that it was even more interesting than writing a novel from a white sheet. But rewriting needs material. Therefore, until the 11th chapter, treasure hunters, I was engaged in editing and editing the text 1-2 sometimes 3 times. But I began to lose the basic idea of ​​the novel.

So now I decided to write the main story of this novel about search engines and treasure hunters, in the form of raw materials. And when I'll write a full novel. I can rewrite it again, for the fourth time, with an already more thorough revision.

If in this year 2020 I manage to earn more money (if I find a new job and there will be no unexpected expenses), then I have a desire to hire an editor and proofreader either through a forum or find them in my city to help me improve my romance. Well, let's see how it turns out in practice.

Out of 310 days, I really wrote only 180 days, since 130 days were spent on treatment for diseases, unexpected expenses on treating my father and uncle had an ischemic stroke. A lot of effort was spent on this and I was no longer able to write something. Since I slept no more than 2 hours a day. This is clearly not enough to have the strength to write something. But it's good that this time has passed.

And so in 180 days I was able to write unfinished novels:

- Jiang's magic coin
- Magic Farmer Dara - second version
- Stories about merchants or cunning merchant
- Thoughts on writing stories
- The Adventures of Treasure Hunters

Total views - including two deleted short stories:
440,890 views (7 short stories of which 5 currently exist)
287 collections
278 chapters
276,750 words (out of 2 deleted short stories another 150,000 words) +874 слова

There are 102 novels in the library, 4 of which are read, I am reading 4-5 now. Periodically I read 11, those that like 4! Promising for reading - 25.

Well, my 1,000,000 words are far away, for 1 year I couldn't write. It remains to write 723,250 words. But the year has not actually ended (February 23 - formally or in fact (= 185 days lost) until August 1, 2020). In order to have time to write the remaining words lacking up to 1 million words, you need to write 3909, 46 words per day. Which of course is not real. Since one day I can write raw materials without checking and editing 3,000 words, another day 5,000 words and then 5 days not write 1 word. Reality is closely related to the virtual and affects the creative ability to write.

My forecast for 185 days, I probably can write another 250 - 300 thousand words.

So far, such a debriefing.

Thanks to my readers and Happy New Year!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.


The Wang Haige Forum had a literature section, which was divided into two subsections: discussions on paper books and online publications. Zhang Zian didn't usually visit these two sections. But today he was lying in the reclining chair, browsing the forum on his phone. 
As he clicked the online publication discussion area, a post attracted his attention.　　
[Seven Kill]: I'm a new author. Questions for you: how many more "favorites" should I gain per chapter to be considered acceptable?
There were all kinds of answers below the post. Some of them were joking, some were serious.　
[Old City]: It depends on the website. I'm writing a fantasy on Qidian. I got 20 more favorites on the first day the book was cleared for publication, then 11 on the second day, and 20 more favorites each day after Day 3. So far I wrote 28,000 words, and had 140 favorites. 
[Academy]: Impressive! Let us know the book name!
[Fan Wujiu]: I think you are here to show off.
[Tian Haoyu]: You get favorites with so few words? Is this a scam? Why did I only get 40 favorites after writing 50,000 words?
Zhang Zian was more confused after reading this. Was this the difference between the big names and small names? But some are not doing so well. Pi just wrote 2000 words, so it should get at least 40 favorites by 50,000 words, shouldn't it? At least, it would not be the worst.　　
Some statistic nerds talked about the fundamentals below the post.　　
[Akmond]: Qidian is the biggest website of the business, and it's a hard for newbies to get ahead. Today is my day off, and I have nothing else to do. So let me spend time to tell you how hard it is to be a writer at Qidian. I just checked the Qidian Library. Only counting new books under 300,000 words, there are 18,000 of them that were updated in 3 days! Only 2000 of them had a signed contract. The odds of getting a contract is 1/9. 
[Seven Kill]: This hard? This makes my newbie heart as cold as ice...
[Akmond]: Hard? No, this is only the beginning. After signing a contract, Qidian starts promoting your book to let more people read it. But is signing a contract enough? Not at all. After that, your book will be on the promotion list along with other new books. There are about 5-6 rounds of promotion for new books, and in each round, only 4 books out of 10 will qualify for the next promotion. Only 0.4% of all books can defeat the others and make it to the Power Ranking list. 2000 times 0.004 equals 8, which means, among the 18,000 books, only 8 of them can rise above all and be released on the shelf. While the remaining 99.99% of books are left in the ocean of books without readers.  
[Youth of Wind]: As a newbie who has not published yet, I'm so discouraged!
[Akmond]: Hehe, paid lease is only the beginning. You must have 3000 readers willing to pay for your book, then your book can enter the Power Ranking. Do you know the percentage of that? Only 3 or 4 books among the 8 can enter the Power Ranking! 
[Akmond]: Now let's sum up. If you just published a book, here is your future: if you aim at getting a contract, then your chance is 1/9; if your goal is the Power Ranking, your chance is 1/2250; if you want your novel to be tagged as Recommended and be remembered forever by Qidian, then your odds are 1/5000. When you write at Qidian, you have 1/5000 chance to be the numerator, and 4999/5000 chance to be the denominator! A general builds his success on ten thousand bleaching bones. This is an appropriate description! 
Some people expressed their doubt below the post.　　
[Smile]: Are there that many? 18,000 people entering the online writing business at the same time?
[Akmond]: Of course, you'll be surprised. According to official statistics, there are 1.4 billion people, and there are 60 million online writing! 60 million! Crowds and crowds of people are entering the online writing business. You have a better chance to succeed by being an extra in Binhai Studio, being picked by a director passing and make you the next Wang Baoqiang... You may get injured by being an extra on set. Online writing is much easier, and all you need to do is be literate and able to type. But 99.99% of people end up being the denominator. 
Despite this [Akmond] was telling the brutal truth, the crowd of people who replied to the post were shocked at the statistics and cried out in despair. [Akmond] also gained a "Pro" title for his knowledge in the online writing industry. He quickly added that he was also one of the denominators, except that he failed enough times to know how to fail with swagger...　　
Zhang Zian wanted to correct him. It was not 18,000 people, but 17,999 people plus 1 monkey. But he didn't do it, as he was not in the mood to ridicule.　　
He remembered the days of bringing Famous to Binhai Studio for movies. Each day he saw many people wearing green military coats gather at the entrance of the studio and surround every production team that entered and exited, being picked and chosen like truckloads of cheap cabbage. Those chosen by production teams were happy to make a daily salary of 50 Yuan, while those who weren't picked were disappointed, and left 

like an ebbing tide, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the next production team to arrive.　　
Back then he was thinking that it was so hard to be an extra on the set. They persevered with their movie star dreams, hoping to be the next Wang Baoqiang. But compared to them, [Akmond] seemed right, that online writers also walked the same difficult path of fierce competition, fighting hard to be the few numerators. 　 
There was a lot going on with the online writing section of Wang Haige Forum. There were a lot of posts, and it seemed that there were posts and replies every minute. Apart from the posts that discussed online writing as the one above, some posts were comments on certain novels, either good or bad. There was something strange going on: if someone posted negative comments, then the following posts were all of similar negative comments with very few exceptions. But if the post was positive, then there would be replies questioning if the author of the post was part of the paid Internet Water Army, or disguising him/herself as an ordinary reader to recommend his/her own work. 
Internet Water Army was a phrase that Zhang Zian once heard from Zhao Qi. Each time Zhao Qi visited the pet shop to buy imported cat food, she asked for a discount for doing him a favor, claiming that if she didn't help him fight the water army hired by Stars supermarket in Wang Haige Forum, his pet shop would have been out of business. He had always doubted this matter. Were there really internet water armies lurking in the Forum?　　
But these had nothing to do with him for now, nor with Pi. He decided to get Pi started with a small goal, which was getting a contract with the website and becoming the 1/9. Others could be done after. According to the posts, if they got a contract, the website would promote their work, and make the novel visible to more readers.　 
But how could they get a contract?　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

"This...is blank."

Antioch walked over.

"Yes. It's something I found in an ancient tomb, around Athens. I don't know why I kept it, I just felt like it was the right thing to do."

Confused, Edward repeatedly checked every side and held it at every angle for any writing or picture. How could something with so much magical power have nothing on it? He kept checking, but nothing appeared.

"I told you, it's blank. In fact, I'll throw it out now."

"No!" Edward shouted, "No, I'll keep it."

"Fine by me," Antioch replied, eyeing Edward suspiciously.

Afterwards, they left the tomb and headed back to the palace.

When they had returned, they saw a group of men waiting for them in the throne room. Upon seeing Antioch, they rushed towards him.

"Sir, it's about time we do something. We need to expand while Rome is weak so that they cannot just swallow us when they have recovered."

"I agree. At the moment, they're embroiled in a civil war between Octavius and Mark Antony. It's the best time to strike."

Raising his hand, Antioch signalled for everyone to be silent, and the noise gradually fell.

"We cannot attack them. If Antony wins, he will come for out heads next. Our best chance is to build up our defensive power, so that they cannot attack," Antioch explained.

Grumbling and mutters of disagreement spread across the room like wildfire, and the noise began to get louder again.

"Quiet! I have made my decision," Antioch bellowed.

Out of nowhere, Edward spoke up.

"I think we should attack."

Everybody turned to him.

"My liege, who is this man?"

"What right does he have to be in this court?"

"Some petty merchant attempting to play politics, I assume."

"Silence! Let my friend here speak."

Hearing Antioch call the man a friend, the nobles were forced to be quiet.

"Thank you. Now as you just heard, I believe we should attack. Firstly, this will weaken Mark Antony and it will be less likely for him to win the war. On top of that, Octavius, if he wins, will be grateful that we helped him and not bother us."

Of course, Edward was making random reasons to attack, since he couldn't just say that he knew Antony would win.

"What do you know of warfare?" one noble couldn't help but question.

"A fair amount."

Edward thought back to his battles with King Uther, and all of the strategies he had seen in History books. These nobles were just rookies in his eyes.

"Surely, Octavius will want the land we have taken back."

"Not if we help him defeat Antony. He will see it as compensation to allow us to keep the land. Of course, we don't want to take too much, or he will demand it back."

All of them turned to Antioch: at the end of the day, he made the final decision.

"Do you believe that we can win?" Antioch asked Edward.

"I know it."

***

Roman Turkey, City of Tarsus, January of 32 BC

"This battle is vital. We need to do is take the city before Antony's forces arrive. If we don't, we won't have any standing in this war."

After preparing for a couple of months, Commagene had finally declared war on Mark Antony's forces, and while he was busy defending against Octavius, they had marched into Tarsus.

"Prepare the siege weapons!" Antioch shouted.

Outside of Tarsus' stone walls were monstrously large, wooden structures. Intimidating ballistae and a huge trebuchet (which shouldn't have been brought to Europe yet) stood in front of the city. Facing the castle walls, was a looming siege tower, which was slowly being pushed towards them.

Edward clenched his sword. He had decided not to use magic this time around, so that he didn't change the magical world in the future too much. Instead, he currently carried the sword that got stronger with age after Antioch had given it to him. He had named it 'Wisdom' because he remembered a quote, "With age comes wisdom" and he didn't feel like being very creative.

He turned to see Antioch. Shouting bravely to his men, he seemed fearless, but Edward could see his trembling hands.

"Ready! Aim! Fire!"

That was when the battle begun.

Suddenly, flaming balls fired over the stone walls and into the city, indiscriminately destroying anything in its path. Arrows rained down from above onto the soldiers standing on the walls. As soon as the attack started, Commagene's men began pushing the siege towers towards the city as fast as they could.

In response, the soldiers in the city began firing arrows towards the towers and rapidly approaching army.

Edward watched as the arrows seemed to momentarily block all light, and then rained down destruction. Despite many putting their shields up, some arrows managed to pierce through the gaps in the formation and through human flesh.

Men dropped like flies and were trampled by the army that continued to push forwards, their corpses forgotten and made unrecognisable under the masses of boots.

"Push!" the army began chanting.

At first, the chant was weak, with only a few shouting it, but it got progressively louder and more and more joined in, until it became a rhythmic boom.

"Push!"

Finally, they got to the walls and began throwing up ladders and climbing the siege towers.

The defending army tried to push them down with swords and spears, but whilst many fell, crashing down onto the cracked ground below, the defenders were eventually overwhelmed. 

Edward clambered up a ladder with insane speed, and started cutting down any foe that came his way. 

His sword flowed through the air with such agility as he fought with grace; it looked almost as if he was dancing - that was if you could see it at the speeds it travelled at. Due to his strength being so high, every enemy that came his way, was sliced through like their flesh and bones were butter.

Antioch saw Edward's fighting and was blown away by how quick and efficient he was. In the end, Edward almost took out the whole wall himself.

Once the soldiers on the wall were defeated, the army marched through the city, any resistance instantly cut down by Edward.

The army reached the Forum (centre of local government) and charged in. Inside, the politicians cowered behind their guards, who pointed spears towards the army.

"Give it up. The city is ours. Surrender now and keep your life," Edward ordered emotionlessly.

"Guards! Attack them!"

The politicians screamed at their guards to attack so that they could make a getaway. However, the guards just dropped their weapons.

"What are you doing? Attack them!" one politician demanded.

Edward walked up to the politician, who had just shouted.

"We gave you a chance, but you would rather sacrifice your own men to save your life."

Edward whistled and a group of guards came over.

"Take them away, and place their heads on the city walls."

"Please, no! Have mercy!" they began to beg as they were dragged away.

Then, Edward turned to the army.

"Victory!" he shouted.

The men all cheered.

Edward lived a very boring life. But when he died, he was given a second chance at life by a benevolent God: this time with a ridiculously overpowered system and the ability to travel to different franchises.

***

DISCLAIMER - 

I don't own any of the franchises I write about or Edward travels to, I look up to the creators as they're much better writers than me.

A fiber of connection from miles away...



Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions.

In this chaotic world, we live in called real life we search for a place to escape from that reality. To be accepted as who or what we are. We have found that in the music we sing. In the books, we read. In the movies we watch. In the places, we travel and visit. Everywhere in which we get inspiration to face reality head-on.

We write stories or poems to inspire others, reading the words we weave from our own world. For some of us, it is simply an escape from reality into a world in which we can use our imaginations to dream make-believe or to live our secret fantasies or just plain be creative.

Getting on the web gives us more ways to share and get connected to other people with the same kind of thinking from across the ocean. Some of the people we meet along the way give us reasons to smile again. It's where we become friends, get to know them well, and get so close that we even trust them enough to share our own greatest fears.

I was a living a kind of living death when I found solace here on Stories Space. A place to write, camouflaging my hatred and sadness from myself when I was reading all the poetry and fictional fantasies created by the writers. I found another escape from reality and indulged in reading.

My feelings from my own troubles in life had made me feel so empty that only through laughter and reading could I be free and somewhat whole again.

I made my own heaven in purgatory.

A friend told me to write down all of my pains and troubles in poems or stories. Another friend of mine told me to be fierce in my poetry writing. I found friends who helped me give my own life a reason to continue living again through writing.

Writing makes me calm every time my mind gets into a panic mode. The pains and the fears of the unknown are my muses for writing.

When I met someone who understood me and made me feel needed and loved my poetry changed its tune. It made me think of happy thoughts. I got inspired by the things I saw and the happy memories of my childhood that I could write about.

Painful memories and realities were always there and so I wrote about them from time to time.

When that someone left me I continued writing. The same inner muse I had gained I used to keep on writing.

Then, out of nowhere, I got to know you. I became happy again. This time I got even more inspired and more creative, experimenting with my writings.

I set aside my shyness and reservations to write creatively. I still can't overcome some of my shyness and reservation but I am blooming, inspired by you.

You became my muse.

The man in the moon. The stars in my darkest hours. When at night I can't sleep thinking of you calms me to sleep.

The sunshine after the heavy storm. Where all the dead trees come to life again. That keeps me warm when everything gets chilly.

My own little heaven in my real life purgatory.

Writing...

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
RuneMcGrey
Copyright©2014-present

All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

EIGHT YEARS AGO
Kababalik lang ni Shey sa Maunlad Province mula Maynila dahil sa isang show na sinalihan. Isang taon na simula nang mag-aral siya sa sa Maunlad province kung saan naroon ang school na pinapasukan niya, ang Lloyd International School. Pinilit ni Kyle si Shey na mag-enrol sa eskwelahan na iyon.
Mahal ang tuition sa eskwelahan na pinapasukan niya na umaabot sa milyon. Kaya naman noong una nagdadalawang isip si Shey kung tutuloy siya sa pag-aaral sa LIU (Lloyd International School) dahil hindi niya kakayanin ang tuition mula sa kinikita niya sa pag-momodelo. 
Tinulungan siya ni Kyle na makapag-apply ng scholarship kaya siya nakapag-aral sa international at mamahalin na school na iyon.
Huli na nang malaman ni Shey na kailangan niyang magbayad ng kalahati kahit pa nakapasa siya at si Kyle ang nagbabayad ng tuition para sa kanya. 
Sa katagalan, nalaman niya na isang pasaway na estudyante si Kyle na nagpasakit ng ulo niya. Minsan pumapasok si Kyle sa school pero madalas nasa kung saan ito kasama ang iba pa nitong mga kaibigan.
Pakiramdam ni Shey, nag-eenjoy pa si Kyle sa buhay na meron ito kaya pinabayaan na lang niya. Nagsawa na siya na pagalitan ang binata. Ang naging problema, ayaw ng magulang niya kay Kyle dahil pakiramdam nila - Si Kyle ang tipo ng rich-kid boy na umaasa lang sa magulang. 
"Wala kang mapapala sa nobyo mo, anak." ito ang madalas niyang madinig sa mama at papa niya.
Naisipan ni Shey na magpunta muna sa Canteen ng school dahil kailangan niyang mag-review para makahabol sa lessons. Ilang araw din kasi siyang hindi nakapasok sa klase. Ayaw naman niya na masabihan na sinasayang niya lang ang pera ng nobyo niya sa pagpasok sa school na iyon kung sakaling babagsak siya.
Pagpasok pa lang ni Shey, nakita niya ang grupo ng kababaihan na may binu-bully sa pila. Namukhaan niya naman ang babaeng binu-bully ng mga ito. Kaklase ni Shey sa Writing Proficiency ang estudyante. Napasinghap siya nang binuhusan ng grupo ang kaklase niya ng isang baso ng juice.
At dahil basing-basa ang kawawang kaklase niya, nilapitan niya ito at  ibinigay niya dito ang jacket na suot. Masama niyang pinukulan ng tingin ang grupo. Hindi naman siya ginalaw ng mga ito dahil nobya siya ni Kyle at kilala si Kyle sa school na iyon.
"Ayos ka lang?" tanong niya.
Tumango lang ito. 
Sinamahan niya ang classmate niya pabalik sa dorm na nasa loob rin ng eskwelahan.  
Sinimulan niyang kausapin ito habang papunta sila ng ladies dormitory.
"By the way, I'm Shey. I always saw you sa Writing lessons" tapos ay nginitian niya ang basang sisiw na kaklase niya.
"I'm Ginny. Salamat sa pagtulong." Seryosong sabi nito na mukhang malalim ang iniisip.
"Sus, wala iyon! Nakikita kita lagi sa writing lessons. Hindi lang kita maistorbo dahil palagi ka lang nakatingin sa mga libro mo. At ako rin, I don't have time to mingle with other students here. Bukod kasi sa school, may trabaho rin ako sa Maynila. Wala akong time na makipag-tsismisan sa iba pang estudyante." Paliwanag ni Shey kay Ginny. 
Kahit pa ang totoo ay ilag din sa kanya ang mga estudyante doon.
Napansin na lang ni Shey na nasa tapat na pala sila ng pintuan ng isang kwarto sa dormitoryo.
"Wow, you are staying here?" Tanong niya kay Ginny.
Tumango naman ito. Natuwa si Shey. 
"Wow, that's good!That is my door!" itinuro niya dito ang pintuan sa katabing kwarto nito.
Nakita ni Shey na ngumiti rin si Ginny. 
"Kain tayo minsan kahit sa labas. Maraming magandang lugar dito." masayang sabi ni Shey kay Ginny. 
Sa palagay niya ay nagtataka ito lalo na at nasabi niya na wala siyang oras makipag-kaibigan. Halata na nag-aatubili ito na tanungin siya, mas pinili nito na magpaalam sa kanya. 
"Thanks Shey!" binuksan nito ang pintuan at pumasok na ito ito sa loob.
Kahit gutom, parang nawala na ang gana ni Shey na magbalik pa sa Canteen. Naghanap na lang siya ng biscuits sa lagyanan niya ng kutkutin sa loob ng mismong kwarto niya. 
Habang ngumunguya, nagsimula siyang mag-browse sa Forum ng school. Kumuha sa atensyon niya ang 'hot topic' sa school nila.
'Miss or Mistress?' ang topic at tungkol iyon kay Ginny. Matapos basahin ang buong article at mga palitan ng mensahe ng mga estudyante, hindi makapaniwala si Shey na isang mistress si Ginny.
Marami sa mga kasamahan niya ang pumapayag na maging mistress kaya sa unang kita pa lang ay alam niya agad na isang batang walang kamuwang-muwang si Ginny. Malabong kabit ito ng kung sino. 
Dahil interesado siya sa pagkatao ni Ginny, nilaliman niya ang pag-imbestiga sa forum. 
'Bingo!' isang Cathy Martinez na nasa Journalist club ang lumabas na nagsulat at nagpost ng forum na iyon. Sumimangot siya nang mabasa ang pangalan ng babae.
Napag-alaman kasi ni Shey na si Cathy ang napusuan na future bride ng magulang ni Kyle.
Ayaw man niya, pero isang parte ng utak ni Shey ang nagsasabi na may kinalaman si Kyle sa forum na 'Miss or Mistress'. Kinuha niya ang cellphone na nakapatong sa ibabaw ng computer table niya at saka niya tinawagan ang nobyo.
"Hey Babe!" bati agad nito.
"I'm here at school. But I saw my friend in Forum. 'Miss or Mistress?' I am sad for her." Sabi niya agad dito. Hindi niya ipinahalata na nagdududa siya sa lalaki pero nais niyang ipaalam dito na kaibigan niya ang babae sa forum. 
Ang luko-lukong lalaki mukhang walang alam na pinaglalaruan na pala niya ito sa usapan nila. 
"Ah… That is because of Cloud. You know how possessive Cloud is, right? That girl did something and because she didn't show up sa usapan nila ni Cloud nang nakaraang araw. Ayan 'yung nangyari sa kanya."
Napataas ang kilay ni Shey. "ahhh. So... you mean you did something for him?"
"Did I say… I did something?" halatang kinabahan ito sa kabilang linya.
"Kyle, You idiot! I hate you!" pinutol niya agad ang linya sa tawag niya dito. 
'Doesn't he know how stupid he is pagdating sa 'hulihan'?' Ang hula ni Shey ay inutusan ni Cloud si Kyle na gamitin si Cathy para sa forum na iyon.
Sa inis, parang gusto niyang gupitin ang '3rd leg' nitong si Kyle.

[COMPLETED] 

A compilation of short stories from the original novel 'MY FIRST LOVE IS A PROBLEM BOY'

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[Ingrid and Rob : Action]
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