High school students set up for Halloween Party where trick or treats happen..

Leonie is a student writer and the vice- president of their school’s literary club where she already published diverse creative fiction and nonfiction output. That summer, their school opened a competition about writing a story- blog where it will be followed by the school’s students and others who find the story very powerful. The student who will win the competition shall be given full scholar for the coming school year. With the power of the quill, she will write a story where she could change her life.

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

[author- wow, thanks guys. I seriously didn't expect to be in the top 5 again, so I made a long chapter after 2 days of double releases. Even though I didn't really plan to update until Wednesday. Anyways, did you know that 30 minutes of sexual intercourse can burn about 200 calories.]

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"Hero names!" Midnight said to the three students as they walked the halls of U.A, which was devoid of any students at the moment.

Midnight herself was quite interested in finding out what names the students would pick. This was after all, one of the most important moments during their time here at school.

Whatever they come up with today would most likely be what they would be known for, for the rest of their lives.

'Well, they could always change it later on.' The R-Rated hero thought to herself with a small laugh.

"Hero names? Why are we picking out our hero names so early?" Momo questioned confusingly. She found it strange to pick them up this soon since they were only in their first year of high school. They still had a long way to go until they became pros.

'Oh no! I haven't even thought of what I should pick?' She thought to herself as she began to come up with a unique and creative nickname for herself.

"Wow! So you guys get to pick your hero names today." The periwinkle haired girl said out loud as she remembered when her class did that a couple years ago.

"Oh yeah, you never told us what your hero name is Nejire. What is it?" Madara questioned her as he walked while holding the two girls hands and followed Midnight to the classroom. He definitely wasn't staring at her ass as she walked ahead of them. 

After all this time, Madara never knew what Nejire's hero name was, but he's sure it was the same as in the anime.

'Or maybe she did tell me, but I just wasn't listening.' The boy thought to himself, genuinely curious. Nejire sometimes rambles to him, so Madara has learned to tune himself out of the conversation when it happens.

He could say that it was a pretty powerful ability since he was able to use it during class as well. 

Just imagine that you're at an extremely boring event that's about a few hours long, and you just blank out and the whole thing is finished for you in a couple minutes.

'I'm sure every lazy student would want to learn about this.' Madara said inside his mind, but his thoughts were interrupted when he heard his girlfriend reply to his question.

"Mou, I already told you guys what it was. You just didn't believe me when I revealed it." Nejire said to the two students as she pouted and turned her head to look away from them.

"So it's actually 'Nejire Chan'? You were being serious?" Momo questioned as she suppressed a laugh that was coming out of her. She didn't dislike the name, but she found it funny because it was just like Nejire to chose something like that. If she were to be honest with herself, she'd say that it fit her perfectly.

"It's definitely the best hero name ever, right?" The third year questioned them with a big smile and then turned to her boyfriend.

"Madara, do you have any names that you've thought of yet? Hmm, maybe samurai man, or red eyed prince." She asked as she put her hand on her chin and thought of any names that would fit him best.

'Is she being serious? She can't be right? Those are absolutely horrible. Well, I really shouldn't be surprised. After all, Nejire was always bad with nicknames.

*sigh* I completely forgot about hero names and I have nothing good that I can think of at the moment. I know that I definitely don't want something embarrassing and cringe like 'Samurai Man'.' 

"Nejire..." Momo said strangely as she glanced at her best friend. 'Now I know who not to ask for suggestions.' The black haired girl thought to herself.

"What? Is it not good?" Nejire questioned with an innocent expression on her face, and seeing the other two teenagers shake their head, she couldn't help but say 

"Hmph, you guys are just haters..." 

Midnight who was silent and heard their who interaction smiled to herself and thought that the three students looked great together. She herself has seen guys with two women before, or even three and higher, and they almost never worked out. 

'I wonder if their virgins, but I highly doubt it since Momo has been walking strangely since I've seen her.' Midnight thought with a sly smirk.

"Momo, can I ask you something?" The pro hero questioned the black haired girl who turned to her and nodded.

"Are you ok? I couldn't help but notice that you've been walking strangely since I've seen you. If you don't feel good, you should definitely go see Recovery Girl, I'm sure she's in her office this early." Nemuri said, sounding 'concerned' for her student's well being. 

"N-No, I'm absolutely fine sensei. I was just training too hard yesterday." Momo said after hearing the unexpected question. She didn't want the pro hero to know that the reason she was walking like that was because Madara fucked her so hard last night to the point where she could barely feel her pussy.

Even if said hero was the R-rated one, she was still her teacher and thought it would be embarrassing if she knew. 

Nejire tried to contain her laugh when she heard her best friend's words. She herself knew exactly what was up with Momo since Madara has done the same thing to her numerous times.

'Lucky...' she thought to herself as she continued to listen in on their conversation. 

Madara himself just raised an eyebrow at their interaction. 'Judging by the smirk on her face, it's obvious that Midnight is just playing around with her.' 

"Hmm, if you say so." The pro hero said to Momo. 

The three teenagers and adult finally arrived to the classroom the pro usually teaches in and started to help her organize and clean things around. 

 It took about 30 minutes since Madara didn't feel like using his clones. He enjoyed talking to the three girls while helping around the room.

After they were done, Midnight sat down with the three students and listened in on their stories of their relationship. She could tell the two girls had so much love for the boy, and it was obviously the same for Madara. 

'I kind of envy them. I wish I could find love like this...' Midnight thought to herself with a sigh. 

What she didn't know was that her wish would actually come true very soon. She'll find the love she's looking for with a certain waist length black haired student with the last name Uchiha.

I think you all know who that is...

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[Moments Later]

Since school would actually start soon, Nejire was the first to leave, but not before giving her boyfriend a long kiss and hugging her 'sister' goodbye.

Afterwards, Midnight sent Madara and Momo off since she knew Aizawa would complain to her about making his students late for class. She'd see them again very soon anyways.

Now you can see those two walking to their homeroom class with their hands connected together. It was just comfortable silence, but Momo ruined it by speaking up 

"You know, it's actually enjoyable talking to Midnight sensei. She's definitely different from what I expected when having a normal conversation with her." Momo said to Madara. 

She really enjoyed listening to Midnight's story about her costume and why it was important for her. For someone like Momo who needed to reveal her skin to use her quirk, she respected the R-rated hero.

"Yeah you're right. It definitely is pleasant to converse with her." Madara said, since he himself agreed with Momo's words, but also disagreed. He thought Midnight wasn't so different when having a normal talk with her since she'd always flirt with him when doing so.

'Well, she seems to do it to mostly me. I haven't really seen her flirting like that to any students or with the male staff here.' The long haired boy thought to himself.

Finally reaching the familiar doors of Class 1-A, Madara and Momo walked inside to be greeted with the sight of their classmates lousing around and talking to each other.

"Momo and Madara! Our very own power couple!" Mina said loudly with an excited tone to her voice since she hasn't seen her friend in a couple days. Why did she call them a power couple? That was because Madara placed first, with Momo being the girl who got so far. They were both recommended students as well as being quite powerful, so people started referring to them as a power couple. 

"Good Morning class!" Momo being the deputy representative naturally greeted the students herself and received a morning back. 

Walking to his seat with Momo, Madara noticed how most of the students kept glancing at him. He didn't care for it, but he definitely found it annoying. He could only guess the reason was because of the power he showed at the sports festival.

There was no doubt that every student except Momo, felt inferior to the long haired boy. The battle of Madara vs Shoto left a deep impression on the kids, and it didn't help that Madara's last attack was being replayed everywhere. 

"Congratulations on your win Madara." Ochako said to him, causing most of the others to do so as well. 

"Man, how did you get so powerful!" Kirishima questioned with a grin, wanting to learn the secrets on how to get stronger.

"Training." Madara simply said, but of course that wasn't the full answer. He definitely wasn't going to say that he reincarnated into this fictional world with the body of one of the strongest villains in another. Nope, definitely not.

"Madara..." a voice spoke out, causing the class to go silent. Everyone turned to see Shoto looking at the Uchiha. 

"I finally resolved my own problem which didn't let me use my left side, so I hope we can one day have a battle once again. 

I recognize you as the strongest in this class, so I'm aiming to surpass you." The half and half teenager said as he stuck his hand out, causing Madara to raise an eyebrow.

'Interesting....' he thought to himself as he shook the boys hand and spoke up with a smile.

"Hmm, you'll have to train harder than that if you want to surpass me Todoroki." 'Even though it'll never happen, it doesn't hurt to be nice for once and a while.' Madara said, thinking the last part in his head. 

"Yes, I will." Todoroki said and then went to sit back down at his seat. 

Bakugo clenched his first when he looked at their interaction. He knew Madara was the strongest in the class as well, but that's what pissed him off. He even remembered how badly he lost in the finals after watching the videos; and lets just say that he pushed himself for the past two days on training. 

He didn't want to feel what he felt when he fought Madara. 

He didn't want to feel completely powerless, unable to do anything but receive a beating.

'Is this how Deku felt...'  the boy thought to himself.

"Good morning class. Get into your seats." A familiar bored voice sounded out, causing everyone to go sit down and respond back to his greeting.

"Today we'll be doing something different for class...

...Code Names. You'll be picking out your hero names." Aizawa revealed, causing the class to get excited at not having to do something boring.

After calming the class, he went on to explain the purpose and reason on why they would be doing it today, as well as revealing the number of nominations the students had.

Madara saw that Momo had way more than what she did in canon. He could only guess the reason was because she didn't lose against Tokoyami and actually showed off her power. 

Bakugo was in third, with Todoroki in second. Of course Madara was rolling ahead of them in the lead for first, getting an insane amount, which didn't surprise anyone in the class. They didn't question it since they knew what kind of impression he left.

Like Madara said before; everyone would know his name after the sports festival. 

"Now with these, you'll be going into internships with the pro heroes." Aizawa announced. 

"Internships?" Izuku curiously questioned out loud.

"Yes, you'll be receiving training that'll help you guys improve your abilities as well as teaching you guys how to combat villains and see the pro heroes at work.

Thankfully the USJ incident didn't escalate to anything worse, but if a situation like that ever happens again, then you'll need to know how to defend yourself." 

"So today, we'll be picking out hero names, but they are temporary for now. And if you're not serious about them, then you'll have to-" Aizawa was saying, but was interrupted when the R-rated hero suddenly came inside the classroom.

"Then you'll have to pay!" Midnight said as she seductively walked inside. 

"Midnight!" The students called out in surprise. 

"Because a lot of hero names used by students become recognized by society, then you'll have to make sure to be serious about this and that it's appropriate." She finished off as she stood next to the homeroom teacher who sighed at her antics.

"Yes, Midnight will be making sure your names are ok." Aizawa said to the students who were already thinking of good hero names for themselves.

Madara himself was still thinking on what he should call himself. Receiving a whiteboard and marker, he wrote down many that he thought of, but erased them after realizing they wouldn't do good.

'I could just go with this...' he thought to himself.

As time passed by, he watched how the students walked up to the front to announce their names. Even Momo, coming up with 'Everything Hero: Creati' and Izuku coming up with 'Deku' which he didn't understand why.

'Damn, Bakugo really influenced him this much...' Madara thought to himself. Even though he knew the green haired boy picked it because of what Ochako said to him, he still found it strange m.

"Ok Madara it's your turn." Midnight said with a smile as she herself was curious on what the Uchiha would pick.

Madara calmly walked to the front of the class and held his whiteboard up. 

"The hero name I pick is 'Madara Uchiha'." He announced.

"Eh? Isn't that a bit too plain?" Mina questioned, getting nods from others.

"Are you sure you don't want to choose something else?" Midnight questioned him. Even though there were heroes who chose their real names, it was still uncommon. She wanted to make sure he didn't regret this later on. 

'Or could he not come up with anything?' She thought to herself.

"I'm 100 percent sure. I want the name 'Madara Uchiha' to strike fear in the hearts  of my enemies." Madara simply said to the class, which also caused Aizawa to take a glance at him.

'He didn't say villains, but enemies. His enemies could be anyone...' the teacher thought to himself.

Having went back to his seat after getting his name approved, Madara watched as Shoto revealed his hero name, which caused the students to think it had a deeper meaning as well.

It was quite funny to see the half and half teenager awkwardly deny it. He just couldn't think of anything good. 

It took 15 minutes for the rest of the class to finish announcing their names with Midnight either approving or disapproving them.

A dude in MHA with Madara Uchiha powers. Don’t take this seriously I’ve literally never in my life written a story before. Again DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. Take it as one of those novels that’s so garbage, but you have absolutely nothing to read so you read it anyways. I’m very bored in quarantine with nothing to do. Also don’t expect so many updates because I’ll only update when I actually feel like it. I’m a very lazy person [Cover title made by this awesome dude named RISE10]

'Uncle Vinnie, am going to school tomorrow,' Khalayi quipped at the breakfast table. Uncle Vinnie looked at her with a face that seemed to read 'it was about time young lady'. Relieved by her decision, Uncle Vinnie left the breakfast table abruptly to inform the school about the status of her education. Khalayi had attempted to stop him from fussing but he declined by stating that he might as well be done with the preparation before she could change her mind. The week had been one of tug as Uncle Vinnie tried to convince the stubborn 17-year-old to get back to high school and get done with her final year. The 1st term of her final high school year had just begun. Even though she could be considered smart, her school attendance could not be ignored.
 His greatest fear was that her wealth would get into her head at one time and she would decline her school work. Her self-drive impressed him and even though her company wasn't the best, he never had to worry about her grades and school activities. She was among the top 3 students in her school, captain of the football team, and secretary of the Art club. She had won several awards in creative writing. Her only flaw was her assertiveness that reared its head once a while. This had led the school to consider entrusting her with a position as a student leader, to tone down her assertiveness which was applied mainly against the school administration. It was a school custom that tried to curb down trouble-makers by absorbing them as student leaders. Generally, student leaders were never liked due to the fact that they had to side more with the teachers and less with the students. A sort of 'divide and rule' tactic replicated in a tiny system that shapes the workforce.
At one time she had questioned her history teacher about the foundation of the education system which seemed to replicate the colonial master's system. She brought up things like slavery and a colonized mind to question the school leadership system. According to her, absorbing trouble-makers as a student leader was similar to how the colonial masters absorbed some natives as superintendents or chief that reported to them about fellow natives. The teacher was incensed by her inquiry and description. Her opinion was cruelly shut down and branded as a form of rebellion. Another time she argued about the chronological facts of a bible story that her teacher presented, stating that the teacher's fact did not coincide with those in the bible- leaving the teacher livid. All these argumentative episodes were silently suppressed because she was quick to point out that it was an educational discussion and could not be termed as a case of indiscipline. As a result, this and other discussions never made it to Uncle Vinnie's and her grandmother's ears.
To Uncle Vinnie and her grandmother, she was a bubbly and kind girl. However, to the teachers and students, she was a tiny terror sent to torment them. Her innocent looks did not coincide with her energy and sharp tongue. Her two weeks of absence from school had relieved them and they even hoped she would not show up that year. The headmistress felt a headache coming up once she received Uncle Vinnie's call. Her hopes of a peaceful year were dashed. It is just one year, one year of facing off with the little trouble maker. The little episodes of arguments with the teachers, bullying, and incitement of students had not passed her unnoticed. She had had to change the school menu, renovate hostels for students considered of a lower cadre and change the grading system for reasons such as classism as a result of her incitement. The arguments were packaged in a manner that sounded convincing to parents and philanthropic to Uncle Vinnie. Who could believe her if she stated that Khalayi had done it out of boredom and a desire to rile the administration?
To the students, she was an unpredictable tyrant. At one time she was sweet and friendly; other times she was a bully. For her, as long as it suited her situation, you could be a friend or foe, even if the situation was something as shallow as getting a tick out of bullying someone. Her current target was Nasike, a quiet girl who got out of everyone's way and just wanted to live peacefully. That was the order of the day, before the accident and before Nastanje happened. Nastanje relegated this priority to the back of her mind in the 2 weeks that she had been trying to figure her way around all this mystery. She actually liked Khalayi, it was like reincarnated into a character she had never unleashed because her world could never accommodate it. Without the power and money to back her up, she always had to tow the line. Having parents and 5 siblings, she could not afford to add to her parents' trouble. Any form of argument no matter how logical would have been packaged as a rebellion that deserved punishment where the minimal would have been a suspension and the maximum an expulsion. But now, now she had the environment and the opportunity to unleash the wildcat within.
Khalayi's wish wasn't spectacular, just for her to live to the fullest. To live as the person, she always wanted to be, without regret. Nastanje thought it was the easiest wish someone could ever ask her to fulfill. 
'Ah, youth, youth, youth, youth, youth….'  Khalayi kept murmuring, exhilarated. A backpack was strung on her back and a suitcase dragged through the school gate, glasses covering the naughty glint at the corner of her eyes. She smiled innocently and coolly, disarming the teacher on duty and her class teacher who had been standing by the gate watching the students pour in. The relaxed teacher abruptly jumped into an alert mode seconds later after seeing the smile. That smile was never a good sign, not a good sign at all. The teacher exclaimed in his mind. 
'Let's work hard together during this final year, Sir', Khalayi quipped after greeting the class teacher. The teacher hoped it was school-work work hard and not activism-work work hard. The previous three years had not been enough to steel him through the kind of antics the student he loathed and liked at the same time pulled.

Dull, boring, routine do-gooder. 
'No, am not talking dirty with you now because am in the office and i look innocent and everyone thinks am a good person'
Reincarnated in her doppelganger's 19 year old body, 
'it is about time to be a bad girl, unapologetically evil, basely iniquitous'
She smiled innocently, her eyes holding an evil glint.

The characters might irk you. They have no apologies for who they are...

I am not that pleasant to the eye. I have these forever tiny pimples that take shelter on my face. And I think I have gotten big over the years of stress-eating. 

This guy in front of me does not think so though. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Or maybe he is just making fun of me and this is some kind of prank he is trying to pull off with his jock of a friends. I have seen this guy and he is the new member of the basketball team of Moordale High. I have not known him that much, but I know the basketball boys were assholes. 

This guy standing in front of me is a sophomore and it sucks that he is taller than me. He has brown curly hair, black eyes, and frickeled cheeks. And I think he is pleasant to the eyes, too pleasant. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Too straightforward to even be believable. I look boringly back at his eyes, which showed nervousness. He glances at something behind my back. The jockholes look like they are snickering. 

I grab the books from my lockers and look back at him.

"Trust me, you don't wanna be like them." I walk away from him and towards my first period. 

You see, the basketball players at my school hate me. They hate me for accidentally finding out their secret. I never meant to intrude but they were just not that careful. That's why they left me alone, sadly my proof was shattered by them, my phone, and now I had nothing against them. Just kidding, I backed it up on my laptop. I am not that fucking stupid. One more dirty move, and their parents will know that their precious innocent sons are actually not that innocent anymore. 

Wednesday is the best school day. Creative Writing is first period. And I love the subject. And I get to be with Atlas in the same room. 

I quickly go to my seat and write my thoughts and feelings of the day. Mr. Harrington has this idea of writing down what we are feeling and I don't know for what purpose. 

/I think I will be fine./

He has not yet arrived. I roll the paper and put it in the box of his table. 

I turn to my seat to find Atlas already sitting and writing down on his paper. He is 7 seats away from me. He is in front while I was at the back.

In no time, the students filled the room and Mr. Harrington started his lecture of the day. I listened to him properly but my mind keeps bringing me back to what happened this morning.

/"Your mom is coming here tomorrow, please clean your room."/ I hear my dad's voice. It was not my mom, coming to the house, that was bothering me. It was my dad. Sure, he changed. But everything was awkward at the house, he is always early for work and arrives so late. He does not look at me when he says something. We don't eat together. It's like we are two strangers living in the same house. Like housemates that are supposed to get along. We don't get along. He barely even talks to me. It has always been like that. I was always the one initiating the conversation when we eat together, which barely happens. I tell him about school and he would reply with words that are blank and I ask him about work and he'll say it's okay and the conversation ends.

/I think I will be fine/ I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Mr. Harrington who has started reading the rolled papers. 

"Whoever you are, remember that it gets better. Your day might have started badly, does not mean it ends badly, do something fun, something you want to do. It's a bad day, not a bad life." Mr. Harrington was good at motivation and making students feel better. I wonder why isn't the guidance councilor when he was better than Mrs. Yuan. 

"I beat off three tim..." the class is in hysterics, including me. "Now, what did I say about this stuff?..." He rambles on and on about the use of language and then continued to read the other papers, which of course, had plenty more unclean contents. 

I look back at Atlas, whose back I can only see. He is laughing along with the class, his broad shoulders bobbing in the process. 

He is good at poetry as well. He is good at everything he does. He is this perfect student, this perfect jock, this perfect son, this perfect boyfriend, but he will never be a perfect friend. 

Suddenly, I am so angry. Angry at him. Angry for what he has done. Angry that he gave up on our friendship. Angry that he blamed me for his parents separation when his parents actually had reunited and stayed a perfect family in town. Angry that he did not even reach out and try to recompense. Angry that he chose to be friends with assholes. Angry that he is unattainable. 

And I am angry at myself, for not being able to let go. For messing things up. For not being able to save my parents' marriage. Angry at my mother for leaving. Angry at my mother who has built a new family and they are probably talking and not awkward with each other. Angry at my father for cheating. Angry that he isn't proud of his faggot of a son that he could not even talk to let alone look at. I am angry that I chose him. 

I am angry at myself for being the way I am. I am angry that as I sit here, my eyes blinking back tears, looking at Atlas' back, I realize that I am jealous of him. That I have always been. And I hate it. 

"Mr. Jones, are you okay?" I look back at my 6'4 teacher who is now standing in front of me. I know all eyes are on me. They are probably looking at me weirdly, including Atlas. But I don't look at any.

I clear my throat.
"Um, yeah... I am okay sir."

I will always say I am okay.



/Even when it is obvious that I am not./

Summer is in love with Atlas. Atlas likes Summer, but no, not in that way.


boyxboy

Hyunwoo signed the contract to purchase the farmland lot near his house without any hesitation. Though he had yet to see the blueprint of the new research center, he had the builders work on the construction of the third factory of Hyunwoo's Mom, the farming ground for the grasshoppers, and the dormitory for students coming from faraway places. 
In particular, the dorm was designed to house forty students, so not only could the students of the alternative school but also Ani & Funny students and staff could stay there.
The next thing to do was to bring in the students.
Hyunwoo first called Byungwon Kang, his former colleague at Aurum.
He thought Byungwon would welcome his project with open hands because he and his son, Mingyu, liked the educational methods of Dreaming School very much, but Byungwon reacted differently.
"Unauthorized alternative school? In that case, my son can't get a high school diploma, can he?"
Actually, his son Mingyu entered an authorized alternative high school as soon as he graduated from Dreaming School because he wanted to obtain a high school diploma. 
Hyunwoo felt a bit disappointed. Mingyu's great creative ability stood out when he was attending Dreaming School. He felt regrets about losing a creative student like Mingyu, but it was not something Hyunwoo could decide as far as Mingyu's future was concerned. 
All he could do was help Mingyu make the correct choice.
Hyunwoo was convinced that creative students like Mingyu would need a more creative education method like that of the Dreaming School, but Hyunwoo had to prove it by action not just by words, so he prepared a written plan on how to cultivate the students' abilities and what was different from the education methods of Dreaming School despite some common characteristics. 
He valued the students' experiences, so he would make sure that the students learned more through travel than classroom education. He would maximize his network to help the students experience all kinds of occupancies. 
He also mentioned in the plan that the students would spend a lot of time assisting Duyoung, Kuroda, and Taeho with their research projects. 
Byungwon changed his mind after hearing Hyunwoo's detailed briefing. He agreed with Hyunwoo that it was more important for Mingyu to cultivate his ability to plan his own future rather than obtaining a high school diploma.
"Got it. Let me discuss it with Mingyu. I don't think he will oppose it."
Hyunwoo called other prospective students and persuaded them in the same way. All of them were graduates of Dreaming School.
Their parents showed concern at first, but when they examined Hyunwoo's plan, they decided to send their children to Hyunwoo's alternative school. 
Hyunwoo succeeded in bringing a total of ten students, far short of his original goal of twenty, but the number of incoming students was not the issue. 
"Yea, what is the big deal? I'll do my best to raise even ten students the best I can."
While Hyunwoo was looking around the construction site of the research center, he received a call from Sonjong, the chief accountant of KOVE DREAM.
"Hi, the chief of Ansan Customs Office wants to visit our office," she said.
Hyunwoo was familiar with some of the customs office but not its chief.
"What's the reason?"
"He said he wanted to offer customized consulting."
"What is it?"
Though it was new to him, Sonjong was aware of its meaning as she had the relevant experience in the field as a former customs official. 
"Well, he is trying to find the kind of information that can benefit our company. There is nothing to lose even if you meet him, and this is a free consultation."
"Okay, I trust you then. What should I do?"
"You can just set up the time then the Ansan Customs Office will take care of the rest."
Hyunwoo set up the next afternoon as the consulting time, and the chief customs official visited the office of KOVE DREAM at the appointed time. 
As Sonjong said, the purpose of the official was purely to help Hyunwoo's company. Obviously, the mayor of Ansan asked the chiefs of various city government offices to help Hyunwoo's business.
The chief official gave Hyunwoo a rough briefing on the possible benefits, and his staffer, who accompanied him, specifically explained about various support programs available, but they were not compatible with the situation of KOVE DREAM. Most of the benefits were available for  companies with several years of tax returns records. 
One of the benefits grabbed his attention, though.
"Have you just said that if we use a bonded warehouse, we can store items there without paying any tax?"
"No, what I mean is you can delay the imports declaration until the time you want to declare. You can delay taxes until then."
Hearing his explanation, Hyunwoo felt it could be of great help to KOVE DREAM when he maximized its benefits. Currently, KOVE DREAM is importing all the items through the port of Incheon or Pusan with all the imports declarations. 
In order to transport the import items to the warehouse of KOVE DREAM, Hyunwoo had to complete the import processing first, which meant that he had to pay the duty and added value taxes when the items entering the port. These days the monthly imports cost over 30 billion won, and he had to pay as much as 3 billion won in added value taxes, but if he could make use of the bonded warehouse, he could immediately move the import items there without going through the imports declaration process. When the items were sold, then he could take them out of the bonded warehouse. 
There were other advantages of using the bonded warehouse.
Sometimes, Hyunwoo received wrong items. In that case, he had to ship them back to Vietnam through a series of difficult processes. If Hyunwoo had a bonded warehouse, he could confirm if the import items were correct even before the customs clearance, skipping all the burdensome processes. 
"I like the bonded warehouse system very much. KOVE DREAM wants to use it. Can you advise us?" said Hyunwoo, showing great enthusiasm. 
Though the bonded warehouse system offered lots of benefits, there were some tough conditions for any company to enjoy the benefits. Above all, they had to hire at least one professional dealing with the bonded warehouse matters with the relevant license. 
"How can I hire such a person?" asked Hyunwoo. 
This time the chief customs official intervened, "If you don't know anyone in that field, let me recommend someone. Actually, this gentleman, Mr. Kang, is an assistant manager here, will retire at the end of the week. He is pretty experienced and knowledgeable in that area."
Hyunwoo focused on the middle-aged Mr. Kang.
It seemed that the chief customs official's primary purpose of meeting Hyunwoo was to introduce Mr. Kang to him for hiring. 
Hyunwoo was put on the spot at the moment. At a glance, Mr. Kang didn't seem to fit the position. Besides, as he was old, Hyunwoo would find it hard to manage him.
When Hyunwoo was hesitating, Mr. Kang opened his mouth. 
Mr. Kang stuttered a lot. Though he had no difficulty communicating with others, his stammering certainly would obstruct him from receiving calls from customers.
"You don't have to feel any burden. I'm seeking a job, but I am not financially stressed. In fact, I was planning to travel or read books after retirement. You don't have to hire me."
"Hey, Mr. Kang. If you have a job, you don't get older. Even if you receive one million won, you will stay young if you keep working," said the chief officer.
At that moment, Hyunwoo noticed the phrase 'one million won'. How can a retired man like Mr. Kang be hired for such little compensation of one million won per month?
Waiting for the opportune time to cut in, Hyunwoo asked, "If I hire you, what kind of job do you want me to assign you?"
"Well, it depends on your decision. As I specialize in dealing with bonded warehouse matters, I think I will mainly take care of that kind of work. And you can adjust the compensation, depending on my assignment."
"In fact, I know nothing about that kind of work. If I may ask, what kind of work do you want to do and how much do you want?"
"To be honest, it is not that easy for a public servant like to to get a job at a private company, and it will be also hard for me to serve you as the president. And you will find it difficult to use me as an ordinary employee."
Mr. Kang had a point. It was difficult to change the boss-subordinate relationship. Even though Mr. Kang was retired, those who worked with him would still be his friends. And if Hyunwoo treated Mr. Kang roughly because he was Hyunwoo's subordinate, the customs official might take revenge on Hyunwoo.
Mr. Kang continued, "So, I guess the title 'advisor' would be perfect. I will just advise you on the matter of managing bonded warehouses. As the workload is not that much, I think 500,000 won per month is appropriate."
Scratching his head, Hyunwoo thought 500,000 won was too little.
"I think 500,000 won per month is way too small. I think you deserve at least one million won."
Deep inside Hyunwoo felt that even that compensation was less than that of a part-timer.
But Mr. Kang's attitude was pretty sincere. Though he stammered, he didn't propose 500,000 won to sound out Hyunwoo's feelings. 
"What kind of work can I do here other than managing the items in a bonded warehouse or taking care of the customs clearance? And I would like to work, free from reporting to work and leaving the office at the fixed time. If I receive a high salary, I can't do so, right?"
Everybody including Hyunwoo kept silent at his remarks. 
Hyunwoo felt he wanted to discuss with Sonjong Kim, who knew much more about Mr. Kang as his former colleague. 
Hyunwoo wrapped up the conversation, "Please give me some more time to think about. I have not yet made the decision to open a bonded warehouse." 
"Sure. When you make the decision, please let me know. As for the matter of opening a bonded warehouse, let me help you to the best we can, regardless of your hiring of Mr. Kang," said the chief officer.
As if he waited for Sonjong's judgment, Hyunwoo asked her, "You know Mr. Kang, right?"
"Of course, I know him very well."
"What kind of personality does he have? Is he good enough? Can I trust and hire him?"
Sonjon replied without hesitating even one second with a thumbs-up, "Yes, he is the best!"

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

Zhuang Tingting followed Zhang Xiaoying as she mocked Zhang Xiaoying in her mind.
Zhang Xiaoying was obviously scared, why was she still finding excuses?
Lu Man returned to class, and since she had not met Zheng Yuanshi and the other two for the whole holiday period, all of them were quite excited.
As soon as Lu Man came, Zheng Yuanshi and her two friends hugged Lu Man in joy.
"Lu Man, you're too brilliant!"
"Exactly! Red Tiger's ticket sales are so high, it's about to exceed 5 billion already! It's already broken Greedy Wolf Operation's record."
On the other hand, Pan Xue smiled taking pleasure in other people's misfortune. "Now let's see what others have to speak in class now! They've been slapped in the face harshly!"
Pan Xue did not make her voice lower and spoke in her normal voice making heads turn towards them.
Fan Xiyue's facial expression was horrible. At the start, everyone did not expect Red Tiger to do well, but unexpectedly Red Tiger turned out to be the black horse, breaking several records over the holiday period.
"Now we're just waiting for results," Zheng Yuanshi said in a low voice, "Lu Man, you really have the confidence to get the first place, right? I'm waiting to slap their face!"
"Exactly, they were too much on Weibo at that time! I just could not stand it!" Pan Xue rubbed her hands, if it was not for Lu Man stopping her, she would have gone out and scolded everyone at that time.
Suddenly, Fan Xiyue sneered coldly, "Che! Lu Man? Although Red Tiger has become popular, it's not because of her. She just managed to rip the benefits from the movie. Don't think that because her movie did well, her exams results would be good too. Wanting to get the first place? Dream on! She's all talk but no action. Even I know to do that."
"Fan Xiyue, is it that you feel that your face is not swollen enough," Han Leilei mocked, "Before this, didn't you mock Red Tiger? And now, Red Tiger is a blockbuster. Alright, you can continue to insult Lu Man. I will consider this as a blessing from you."
When she mocked Red Tiger, Red Tiger became popular.
Now that she mocks that Lu Man would not do well, Lu Man would purposely do well.
Fan Xiyue was so angry that her face twisted up.
Were they taking her words as well wishes?
At that moment, the counselor, Professor Liang came in.
"Professor, why haven't our results come yet?"
"In the previous years, they would always send our grades via mail, and we would get it during the holidays, why is it taking so long this time?"
Seeing Professor Liang enter, everyone started to ask one by one.
"Silence!" Professor Liang stood in front and addressed everyone. "I was about to talk about this."
Everyone quickly became quiet and Professor Liang said again, "Everyone knows that every year, our school can send six students to New York University performing arts course as exchange students. These six students are chosen based on the student's grades. In year four, it would be the overall grades for the first three years."
"I think that everyone is interested in this opportunity, and wishes to get it, as for these six places, the school has always been fair and follow the rules, and will only pick the six with the best grades, there is no such thing as to get in through the back door."
The students all nodded, about this point, the school did it quite well.
"During the holidays, the school leaders had a meeting to be fair, from this year onwards, the tests for the end of each semester grades will be given out in front of everyone. Of course, not all will be revealed, we will only show the top ten grades, to let everyone know the differences. To prevent everyone from having doubts about the fairness of the situation if the results are not revealed. We will give out the culture lesson test papers. And the parts where you lost marks in the performing test would be explicitly written on the grades. We will also include additional marks for internships outside class. We will make the grades as public as possible, so as to prevent people from doubting the fairness."


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

The next day there is heavy rain, Tang Hao went to class as per usual. Arriving inside the classroom, Tang Hao could see everyone discussing how people talked to them after seeing them during the UA Sports Festival

Ding Dong* The bell went and Aizawa Sensei arrived and said "Morning." as everyone sat in their seats. "Good to see your bandages off, Aizawa Sensei." Asui said

"The old lady's treatment was excessive. But never mind that, today we've got hero informatics class. And a special one at that.. You'll be coming up with your hero aliases." Aizawa Sensei continued

"HOW AWESOME! TIME TO SHINE!" students yelled as they stood from their seats. Aizawa sensei then continued talking before revealing the Class A Draft Pick Totals. With Ling Mengyu in first place with 6354 picks, Tang Hao in second place with 5434 picks, Todoroki with 4123 and Bakugo with 3456 picks, everyone else had a much lower amount even Tokoyami in 5th place received only 360 picks

Aizawa sensei then continued his lecture before Midnight suddenly came into the classroom. "The name you pick now... May be what the world ends up calling you. That's happened to plenty of pros out there!!" Midnight said

"Yes, true enough. And Midnight will be assessing the sensibility of the names you pick, I'm no good at that. What future do you see for yourself? The name you choose will bring you ever closer to cementing a certain image... because names are capable of reflecting one's true character. Like with All Might" Aizawa Sensei said

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15 minutes later, the class begun to share their hero aliases. Up first is Aoyama - Shining Hero: I cannot stop twinkling, Midnight said to him "It'll be easier to say if you take out the I and contract cannot into can't."

After Aoyama, Ashido went up to share her name - Ridley Hero: Alien Queen, then Asui - Rainy Season Hero: Froppy, Kirishima - Sturdy Hero: Red Riot, Jiro - Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack, Shoji - Tentacle Hero: Tentacole, Sero - Taping Hero: Cellaphane, Ojiro - Martial Arts Hero: Tailman

When it became Bakugo's turn, he came up with - King Explosion Murder which Midnight replied "No good try again." Bakugo then replied "What the hell?! How about Mr Explosion Taro?!. Once it became Iida's turn he simply used his name - Tenya, Midoriya used the name Deku as his Hero Alias causing some students to ask him questions

Finally, it became Tang Hao's turn to share his name, sitting in his seat Tang Hao had a blank board before quickly writing down a name and stood at the front of the class. Tang Hao's Hero Alias - Lightning Hero: Prince of Lightning. His name caused a minor uproar in the class with Mineta and Kaminari asking why he used 'Prince' and the girls replied "With his appearance, what else could he be but a charming prince?"

Hearing what the girls said, Tang Hao smiled wryly and shook his head before allowing Ling Mengyu to have her turn. Standing behind Aizawa Sensei's desk, Ling Mengyu shared her Hero Alias - Elemental Hero: Queen of All. Bakugo then went up again to share his revised name - Lord Explosion Murder which Midnight said "No. Still no good.

After sharing everyone's hero alias, Aizawa Sensei spoke about the drafting and to allow the class to look for areas to work in and who to go under during the internship. Tang Hao sat in his seat thinking to himself "I will most likely pick a place that fights villains daily, though I also move at great speeds and can rescue others from disasters... But I received over 5000 offers.. who should I pick?"

Lost within his thoughts, Tang Hao didn't notice Ling Mengyu got up from her seat and stood in front of his desk. She said to him quietly "After school... talk.. later", suddenly hearing someone speaking to him Tang Hao got surprised and almost fell off his chair before looking up and replying "Oh Mengyu? A chat? Alright, see you later."

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After classes ended, Tang Hao left the classroom along with Ling Mengyu. On the way out, Tang Hao asked her "So what did you want to talk about?". "Internship.. you choose yet?" Ling Mengyu replied

"No I haven't, you received even more offers than I did, did you pick already?" Tang Hao asked. "Yes.. my mother wants... both of us... for internship.." Ling Mengyu replied. "What? Your mother? I didn't know she's a hero.. I'll think about it and tell you later.. Wait I don't think I have your number though, here's mine +81 XXX XXX XXX."

"+81 XXX XXX XXX." Ling Mengyu replied as they continued walking home. Once they reached the gate, the two went their separate ways, Tang Hao got inside his family's car and spoke to his mother. "Hao er, how was school today? Did you decide who to go under for your internship?" Su Xue asked. "It was great, we got to pick our Hero Aliases.. As for who to go under, apparently, Mengyu's mother is a hero with her own agency. I've never heard about it before though." Tang Hao replied

"Hehe.. Hao er, you call her by her first name with no honorifics?" Su Xue teased. "Ah.. I just call her that since we are somewhat close.. Anyways I'll think about it as we have dinner." Tang Hao replied sharply

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That night as he had dinner, Tang Hao decided to work with Ling Mengyu's mother for the duration of the internships. He thought to himself whilst at the dinner table "At some point, Shigaraki will send some weaker nomu's to attack.. Also Midoriya, Todoroki and the class president will fight the hero killer Stain. During that time, I don't know if I would be able to help, if I can find some time I'll have to ask Mengyu's mother." 

After dinner, Tang Hao then continued to practice his new technique, "I've made some progress and can use it around my entire body.. but it's not as great as I need it to be. For now, I'll just practice keeping it around me for a longer duration before making it improve my strength and speed." he thought internally

After a while, Tang Hao continued to practice the Heavenly Jade Hand technique and the Mysterious Perplexing Step before going to cultivate until the morning

Tang Hao was born on earth
Whilst watching his favourite anime Boku no hero academia he wakes up to find himself inside the bnh world!

Watch as our hero achieves his dream of cultivating in thr world of his fsvourite anime!

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.

creative writing internships for high school students

Personal Fanfictions: Halloween Edition

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Follow You With Warmth

In MHA With Madara’s powers

Basely Iniquitous

Not In That Way

The Famous Millionaire

The Long-awaited Mr Han

Cultivating in Boku No Hero Academia (Dropped)

Story of a Big Player from Gangnam

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