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

Im sorry I am not the best at writing character bio but I am trying my best 
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Name: Anna Bear Myers 
Age: 16 
Gender: female
Date of birth: 5th Jan 2003 
Height:	short
Hair colour:	blonde
Eyes: blue

Background: Anna is a 16-year-old teenager who likes to play hockey and card games. 
She is creative and creative, but can also be very selfish and She is currently at school and she works at her family shop
Physically, 

Anna but otherwise in good shape. She is short with pale skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her father passed away 15 years ago, leaving her mother and her brothers , her mother to look after 

Hobbies: books, relaxing, card games, listening to music , art 

Favourite foods: dark chocolate, Chicken soup, pizza 
 
Parents: Matthew( her dead dad) and Mary
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Name: noah Baker 
Age: 15
Gender : male 
hair: brown 
Eyes: green
Hairstyle: short 

Background Noah is a 15-year-old teenager who enjoys listening to music and learning new languages. 

He is brave and bright, but can also be very rude and a bit boring And He is a Scared of dogs because of a past  event that involved a dog biting him and scaring his arm
Physically, Noah is in pretty good shape. He is average-height for his age with pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

Noah's best friend is Daniel and they like to play games and sometimes they draw

Hobbies: listening to music, learning new things, relaxing, 

Phobias: dogs and losing all his family and friends and to be the one to blame from their death 

Favourite foods: chocolate cake, donuts, chicken, pizza 

Parents : Rick and Sophia Smyth

Earth suffered the apocalypse and almost all human were turn into monsters or dead and our main character died and come back to save his family and friends.


Author note
This is my first story and I know it not that good

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

Adam F. Parsons 
Age: 20, Human, male
Current health: 67%

Occupation: Business owner/game developer

Statistics:
Strength:   50 (40)   Injury
Intelligence:          70 (60)   Medication
Charisma:   80 (40)  Injury
Agility:           88 (25)  Apparel
Vitality:          87 (66)  Injury
Endurance  66 (29)  Injury
Willpower  64 (64)

Active Effects:
Broken leg (injury) 
Missing teeth (injury) 
Cast (Apparel) 
Painkillers (Medication) 


Skills:
General/Adulting      75
General/Cooking     37
General/Driving     91
General/Cycling      78
General/Skiing     83
General/Swimming     66
General/Learning     72
General/Studying     45
General/Card games    84
General/Board games    90
General/Local knowledge   66
General/Reading     75
General/Car maintenance   50

Hobby/Papercraft     36
Hobby/Music knowledge   89
Hobby/Young adult culture   45
Hobby/General DIY            29
Hobby/D&D Player     50
Hobby/D&D DM     21
Hobby/Fantasy literature knowledge 76
Hobby/Race driving    15

Professional/Violin                                                    88
Professional/Guitar                                                    39
Professional/Creative writing                       49
Professional/Programming: BASIC:Colorful Computer   39
Professional/Programming: BASIC:Durian 1&2    38
Professional/Programming: Assembly:Colorful Computer  5
Professional/Programming: Assembly:Durian 1&2           5
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Colorful Computer    25
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Durian 1            20
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Durian 2            22
Professional/Hardware knowledge:General            24
Professional/Scam Artist:General              50
Professional/Industrial espionage:General            20
Professional/Industrial espionage:Social Engineering          20 (80 by Proxy/Art)




All other Skills are at default levels. For more information on the default levels for your region please refer to user manual vol. 5 p. 345-360.

Adam woke up with a killer hangover, missing digit, four strange cars in his parents' driveway and a box of stolen equipment delivered by three of his friends. And somehow all of this is supposed to be a part of a job interview?

It was the same every year. Artie would make calls and try to find out what everyone's plan was for the holiday season. With everyone spread out across the nation, the only tradition old Artie was seeing every year was excuses. It hadn't always been this way. There used to be a time when all the kids and grand kids would trip over each other to spend the holidays at his big house. Those were the good old days when his wife was still around. Before her passing, she would often joke that everyone was really there to see her and not him. Turns out her jokes were quite accurate because when his lovely wife of fifty years succumbed to cancer, everyone stopped showing up for Christmas. Artie just assumed the first year was too tough because the first holiday was less than a few months after her passing and it might have been too soon. He let it slide and thought nothing of it. But now it had been seven years and not a single kid or grand kid had sat down at the massive table in his dining room to break bread with him on his savior's birthday.

     It wasn't like some of his kids didn't have good excuses. David was a surgeon and he spent his holidays working in free clinics to help those who couldn't afford health insurance. While it was admirable from a distance, deep down Artie knew that was a shield to protect David from criticism, something he did often to deflect negative things being said about him. Sorry I missed that play I never wanted to see, but I was too busy saving lives. It was like playing chess with a grand master. Even though you knew what game was being played you still had no chance of winning.

     There were the kids who had no excuses. Kim was a stay at home mom with four rug rats that Artie wanted to spoil endlessly. Yet instead of taking him up on offers of free babysitting and weekend to spend with her husband, he was rejected every time he reached out to spend time when them.

     Next was Richard, who was larger than life. Living what was his childhood dream, Richard was a professional baseball player. Making millions to play a game most people would do for free, he was also able to fly anywhere at a moment's notice but still had no time for his old man. Whenever they would talk on the phone, they would talk about all things baseball and nothing else. It was the one bridge they had left but Artie was sad that he wasn't closer to Richard beyond that. He couldn't be prouder of his son, but lately he had been living up to his name and was a real dick to his old man.

     Then there was Malcolm. Professor at an esteemed university and all round know it all. Malcolm never came for Christmas dinner because Artie never invited him. They were like oil and vinegar and fought every time they shared the same air. His youngest child also knew exactly how to push his buttons as if it were a secret talent that only he possessed. His wife would laugh at how good they were at setting each other off; it was like watching synchronized swimming she often said. He missed her more than ever, especially now that he had spent every holiday alone since her passing.

     This wasn't the way Artie wanted to spend his last years, alone every Christmas and only cooking for one. The previous year, Artie decided to do something different and didn't even invite any his kids over. He gave everyone the same treatment that was usually reserved for Malcolm and nothing changed and he got the same cards and postcards in the mail and nothing more. His attempt at reverse psychology was a complete and utter failure, epic as his grand kids would tell him.

     As the next holiday season approached, Artie had finally decided that he wasn't going to take it anymore. This year he was prepared to fight them tooth and nail to get what he wanted. Artie paused for a moment and thought about what that meant. What kind of dinner would he have if all of them had to be dragged in there kicking and screaming against their will? Artie knew that he would have to be more creative if he was going to have the happy holiday he missed so much. He had considered writing them all out of his will if they didn't show up this year. That was an empty threat because he didn't have that much left over and two out of four kids were millionaires. It was going to take some real trickery to get them all at the table this year but he was determined to make it happen.

     Even if it was the last thing he ever did...

All Artie Jackson wanted was the whole family to be home for Christmas. Be careful what you wish for...

My name is Markus Maverick and today is 21 November 2064. I turned 17 years yesterday and this is my first time writting a diary.

I never ever tryied doing a diary before this day because I always thought it's poitless to have one especially when my life kinda sucks and nothing interesting happens, also I had the fear that someone could somehow find it and read it, but, things turned around recently and I don't have this fear anymore because I don't really care about privacy that much as I used to.

The reason I am writing this journal is that, I want to share it with my friend Inna later so she could learn more about my life. She can't read right now even though she's 2 months younger than me but, she'll learn later, until then I'll keep it only to my self. This diary would probably be found by my kids too if I'll have any.

Inna to me is my only friend and like I said, she's 2 months younger than me. She hasn't done much with her life unfortunately and well I haven't done much with my life either. I myself spend most of my time all alone playing VR games because I didn't like going outside and hang with other kids. I liked being in my room. I feared going outside and do other things than playing video games because my social skills suck and kids find the way I talk boring, some even say mean things to me.

Due to my bad socialising skills I didn't have friends at school and my life was uneventfull from all points of view if I were to compare it to others. Even though I was one of the richest kids and had some of the coolest gadgets and some of the fanciest clothes in school, kids didn't want to be friends with me because they didn't like me as a person. At least I had the choice to change that and become better at socialising if I tried harder.

When it comes to Inna, her life was even less eventfull than mine. She was forced to live in a very small world, a world of the size of a prison cell that she wasn't allowed to leave it no matter what.

Inna lived like a prisoner her whole life.
She was my dad's genetic experiment.

My dad never let her out of her cell. He didn't want other people except me to know about her existence because he would get arrested for conducting illegal genetic experiments in the laboratory he owned.

Inna, is a genetic experiment, she's a human-wolf hybryd acording to him, she has wolf ears and a wolf tail and everithing else in her body is human like.

Acording to my dad. He made her because mom wanted only one child in the family but he really wanted two so he made her for him to feel happy.

In a postapocalyptic England, a 17 years old boy named Markus and a half human half wolf girl need to find a new place to live after their city was completely destroyed by a hurricane.

Chapter 3. Essay competition (1)

"We are going to be have a essay competition in our school next week."

When Shiki sensei announced that, the students started murmuring among themselves.

"I haven't wrote a essay for years."

"I wonder if there would be some sort of prize."

"I hope it isn't mandatory to enter. I really suck at essays."

"Can't we have a video game competition or something?"

As the students were murmuring, Shiki sensei sighed and said.

"Listen to the whole announcement, first. The contest will be mandatory for all and there would be one winner for every class and the winner for every class will compete against each other for the prize money."

"I wonder how much is the prize money?"

"It's going to be a hassle if you want to win."

"Yeah, the winner would be probably from a literature club or a book club."

"Do those kind of clubs even exist?"

"Silent!!"

With Shiki sensei shout, the students again fell into a silence. Shiki sensei again sighed heavily and said.

"I am not finished yet. The competition will be held on Friday next week and there would be no classes that day. So, you could leave after submitting your essay."

With that the students all burst into excitement. They were all troubled by the pressure of exams and hearing that, they can leave early flushed them with excitement. 

There were many students who were already making plans like going to karaoke or a movie. The essay competition had given them a opportunity to relax for a bit.

As Ren was watching the class filled with excitement, Kei tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Ren what do you think about that?"

"About what?"

"Of course, the essay competition. Do you also want to finish early and hang out like them?"

Kei said as he pointed towards the group of kids happily making plans. 

"I don't know. What about you?"

"I will probably write it till the end."

"Huh, you aren't the type to write till the end. Instead of writing, you will probably read a light novel or something."

Ren said as he stared at Kei confusingly. He knew that Kei wasn't the type to take things seriously. The only things he take seriously are light novels, mangas and anime.

"Well, I thought I will give writing a chance."

"You. Writing?"

"Yeah, it's seems fun. I thought I will take something seriously for once."

"You wanted to take something seriously and you choosed writing."

"Yeah."

Ren didn't knew what to think of it. Kei was taking interest in writing suddenly. He was confused by this but he didn't try to ask him the reason behind this. Ren knew that everyone has their own secrets.

"You are acting weirdly these days."

When Ren heard Kei's words, he was somewhat startled. The last thing he want was anyone finding about his identity.

"....You think so?"

Kei nodded his head at Ren's words and said.

"Yeah, you have been slightly weird these days. It's like you got somewhat mature suddenly."

"Maybe, it's just your imagination."

Kei shook his head at Ren's words and said.

"No, it isn't my imagination. You are suddenly taking interest in books. Previously, you only read some light novels but now, I see you reading those literature books everytime. You even had a smiling expression reading those."

"I have just taken a sudden interest in books."

"I think it's more than just a sudden interest. Are you thinking of going to a literary college or something."

"Literary college?"

Hearing the word literary college, Ren suddenly thought of the time when he used to study in the literary college.

It was also the time when his first book was released. He had suddenly gotten famous in the campus and everyone had started recognising him.

Professors had started giving him attention and they always looked at him with smiles. He had also gotten popular among the girls.

His popularity was so high that the campus queen had confessed to him and they had started dating. Of course, the relationship between them didn't last long and they broke up after a year but it was a time of his life that Ren can't forget.

It was the start of his fame and his destruction. How could he forget about that.

"Ren, Ren, are you even listening to me?"

"Ha, sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Ren quickly broke out of his stupor when he heard Kei's voice.

"Do you want to visit the bookstore later? I wanted to buy a book on essays."

"Ah, sure, I wanted to buy some books too."

Ren answered with a smile on his face. He don't know why but he was now looking forward to the essay competition.

* * *

In the staff room of teachers, Shiki sensei sighed as he soon as he sat down in his seat.

"Are you worried about something? Shiki sensei."

Shiki sensei turned his head towards the voice and noticed that the one who asked the question was Hinata sensei who was a chemistry teacher.

"It's nothing. I am just worried about that kids nowadays are more interested in video games than books."

"Hahaha, Isn't that obvious. Teenagers nowadays are more interested in games and movies than books."

Hinata sensei said with a laugh. She was a young female teacher who was still in her 20s. So, she could better understand the students mentality.

"Is it about the essay competition?"

Another teacher asked and Shiki sensei just nodded at that.

"Times are really degrading. When I announced in my class that there will be a essay competition, all the students were just happy about the fact that there would be no classes. No one seems to care about the competition."

This time it was Sato sensei who spoke. He was the oldest teacher in the school and was nearing his 50s. 

"It was the same in my class."

"Me too. They really don't care about the essay competition."

"They are just happy that they will be able to leave school early."

Hearing the conversation several teachers shared their grievances and sighed. They were upset that students were more interested in leaving school early than the essay competition.

"Nakai sensei must be feeling bad."

Hinata sensei said as she looked at Nakai sensei who was silently reading a book in the corner.

Hearing her words, all the teachers looked at Nakai sensei but he didn't say anything and just continued to read his book.

For him reading a book was more interesting than a conversation.

"Yeah, Nakai sensei, you even pushed for the essay competition. Aren't you feeling bad that students aren't interested in it?"

A teacher asked him but Nakai sensei still didn't answered. He was still focusing on his book.

All the teachers just sighed seeing his behaviour. They all know that Nakai sensei wasn't the talkative type.

He was the literature teacher and it's been five years since he had started teaching in this school and his behaviour and attitude hadn't changed at all.

Although his attitude had pissed some of the teachers but they do not do anything as he teaches well and do his work diligently. It was just that he was more interested in reading books.

After sometime, Nakai sensei finally put down his book and smiled while looking out of the window.

"I wish there can be someone who can surprise me in this competition."

He muttered under his breath and continued to smile while looking outside the window.

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

Lina was disappointed. Life has always been boring, well sort off. She'd never enjoy playing video games but it was that or fall to sleep.

Mr. Yang's droning voice. Even if the class was half as sleep he was still going on about the use of adjustive in creative writing they had been covering for the past hour and forty-five minutes. 

The man was a great English teacher, but she would swear on Buddha's belly that he was cursed with every stupid student. Those that only got in through connection and being good at other things or just had the money.

The game, on the other hand, was much more interesting than she thought. It was based loosely on a hit anima that was about a chemist making potions for the supernatural like vampires and werewolf. The potions were a complicate to ingredient up to a hundred that you had to cook stir and chop. You trade potions for rare ingredient and grow stronger. OR there was the option of drinking the potion and upgrade your level so you could go out into the woods to find your own ingredient.

A full hour pass and the bell rang. Lina grabbed her bag and crookedly sprinted for the door. She was about to die from boredom. The game was a bit slow since she levels up to 100 and was a granted the title of a full alchemist.

She didn't miss the whispers and looks the other students gave her, but as usual, she ignored them. She was just a foot from freedom when Mr. Yang called her back.

"Ms. Lina, may I talk to you a moment?"

She looked longingly towards the exit as her classmates began to leave. She was supposed to meet her friend Tiger later, but she could always just give her a call. She turned her head to look back at him.

"Is it really important?"

"Yes."

She looked back at the door. Tiger was going to be pissed, but he looked serious. She sighed and walked back to his desk where he was now shuffling some papers.

He sat down and got comfortable while she stood awkwardly in front of him. Mr. Yang was one of her favorite teachers. He had only kept her after class once before, to ask that she give some one-on-one help after school to a failing student.

"And so I've arranged an independent study course instead of class for you. I will give you all of your assignments for the rest of the year to be worked on independent of the class. Your other teachers have agreed and will be talking to you later to give you their own assignments. Instead of reporting to your regular English classes, you will report to the librarian. It stated in school policy, for a circumstance like you. There you will work in the library for an extended period of six hours every day. You can, of course, stay longer, but the four hours a day is the minimum needed. Do you have any questions?"

Her mouth was hanging wide open and she was pretty sure that was drool on the floor.

"Are you serious?" she squealed.

"Uh, yes." He looked a little taken back by her small outburst.

"Oh, thank God!" She did a happy little twirl. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. Thank you so, so much!" She spun away and half ran for the door in her excitement.

"Goodbye, Ms. Lina! And work hard!"

Once Sylvic is done writing the letter, he motions with his hand to follow and I follow suite. We leave the room and go past the rows of beds to the front lobby. This room has a desk with the nurse that cried on my shoulder hours ago behind it. She has recollected herself and is writing on a clipboard. There is a sign in sheet on the desk. I look around at the room, there are some wood chairs, a few windows, and a sign that says, "Please wait to be called for."
  Sylvic said, "I'm heading home for the day." 
The nurse replied, "Ok, have a good day Mr. Johnson and..." she looks at me, so I just wave. "Mr. Johnson, do you plan on taking him with you?" She points at me. 
   "Yes, is there an issue with that?" He responds, sounding confused. The nurse, sounding slightly less confused, responds, "Did you forget you need to sign him out?" Sylvic looks dumbstruck, and I try to contain a snicker. "My bad Jasmine, I totally forgot."
   'So Jasmine is the nurses name, interesting. I will keep that in mind if I ever talk to her again.'
  He walks over and signs me out, I glance to look and they had me written in as purple haired kid, 'How creative. I guess they had to put something in though while I was unconscious. Speaking of....'
  I look at Sylvic, "So how long was I unconscious for?" He looks at me and scratches his head, "Two days if I'm right...." "TWO DAYS?!?" 'Why was I unconscious for two days! The lord knows how long I was unconscious before then! I could have been killed, system doesn't know crap about sending people to this world.'
  All of a sudden I hear, "You coming Kurayami?" I snap out my thoughts. "Coming!" And I run towards the door. As I leave I'm greeted by what I assume to be the Middle Ages, there are log houses one story tall lined up in a row with smoke coming from each chimney, and there is snow.  Snow is slowly falling from the sky, without a care in the world just to land on another till they land on a mound. I look around just to see plains upon plains of snow. I stick my tongue out to catch a snowflake just for it to be blown away from my breath. It looks like a scene from a fairytale. I see a few elves, orcs,dwarves, beast men, and people walking the sidewalks of the streets.
  The world was like a something from my dreams. "Woooooooooow!" Sylvic smiled, seeing his new kid in awe. He grabs my hand, we turn left and we start walking down the sidewalk. The streets are quiet except for the steps others make in the snow. 
   We eventually make it to a two story building made of stone. Lights dance in the windows figures moving in the building. We walk up the steps and he takes a set of keys out from his pocket. He puts them in and turns them till a click sounds from the lock.
  We enter and as he closes the door behind him, I hear a click, I turn around and see a small circle on the lock. My eyes go wide as I realize something, it automatically locked when the door closed! I turn around to see a hallway at the end I see what I assume to be the kitchen and dining room, to my left, I see a room with wool furniture surrounding a small coffee table. The walls have wallpaper of green and yellow stripes. Then I realize something. As a healer, he must be pretty well off and this scene confirms it. 
  From the presumed to be kitchen, I hear a voice come from that sounds mature yet feminine and kind. "Honey? You finally home?" I look at Sylvic and he responds swift and kind voice but one that demands urgency. "Yeah, I am here, and I need to talk to you about something." When he finishes his sentence, a female elf sticks her head out from the kitchen. She has smooth and delicate features, blond hair, and bright blue eyes. 
  She looks at her husband and then looks at me and she then rush's from the kitchen wearing a kitchen apron. She is wearing a yellow sweater, black cloth pants, and blue shoes. She then looks at her husband curiously. 
   "Who is this young boy?" He answers with a stern tone that shows his will won't be moved. "This is Kurayami, the newest member of our family." I just wave shyly. His wife is around 5'5 ft tall and looks average in weight, similarly built to her husband but less muscle, more curves, and lighter skin.
  She gives him a look, as if to say, we will discuss this later. Sylvic points to the couch and asks kindly, "Could you please sit on the couch and wait while I call the other kids down?" I nod, understanding that he is in the dog house now, making the call to adopt me on the spot.
   'He seems to make decisions on the spot without thinking of the consequences. I'm glad he chose to take me in but he didn't think of what the backlash that might incur. Definitely spontaneous.'
  I'm brought back from my thoughts when I hear Sylvic yell, "Kids, come down, there is someone you need to meet!" I hear doors open and multiple feet coming down the steps.

After an unknown amount of time, a soul got to reincarnate into a fantasy realm with it’s own choice of abilities and looks. Watch as he goes through a life as powerful as can be in this world. This is a hobby and not professional work so please bare with me while I try my best to make this book a good one.

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