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?

In the eyes of everyone, she was a genius because she could draw and paint like a professional artist, sing like a singer, play more than five different musical instruments, dance like a fairy, and even sculpt amazing things. 
But she was not born with talent in every one of those fields. She developed them with practice and training. 
She learned from videos on the Internet and from private lessons when it came to music. It took her years of training before she could draw passable drawings because she was actually really bad at it. The same went for painting. But sculpting was something that she was still working on until now. Dancing became natural with time and she was proud to become a versatile dancer after a lot of practice alone in her bedroom. 
Music was the only thing that could really be considered her talent. She was, in fact, a born musician. She very much enjoyed taking lessons and learning about other instruments. At the young age of 12, she started composing her own music and writing her own songs. By the time she finished middle school, she was already the author of hundreds of complete songs. 
Later on, her music teacher managed to convince her to share her music on the Internet, which led to Melody, her youtube channel. She started to share her songs in audio versions because she didn't want to be a public figure, but she never dreamed that her songs would actually become famous in no time. 
By the time Anya graduated from High school, Melody was extremely famous and her songs were even all adapted to karaoke, or lyrics versions. Melody even became the channel with the most subscribers on youtube, hitting the hundreds of millions. Its videos also made billions of views for the most popular. 

“The only real talent is perseverance ― it will shape you to be your best.”

With a firm belief in this quote, Anya Stephens faces the challenges of life with only one goal ― perfection.
Her looks, her manners, her grades, her capabilities, and even her food. She worked on everything and finally achieved her goal. 

But when she thought that she can finally relax in life, he actually popped out of nowhere and fell for her perfection?!

She tries to run away from him, but can she?

"I will make you entirely mine, my dear," he told her when he found her for the nth time.

Was her perfectionism a blessing or a curse?!

After the break is almoast done.

Joanne come back to class pretty early. Plus all of my friends are going to the toilet and haven't come back yet, so there is only me and her in the class.

She come to her spot preparing her books for the next class. I do really want to have a chat with her so I came up with an idea.

"Hey" I called her.

She looked at me with those sharp brown eyes. In that moment I suddenly forgot what i want to say to her.

"Uh, ah, what is your name?" I asked. Stupid! She just introduced herself several sections ago, in that moment I cursed myself.

"I assume that I already give my name, but I will repeat it once more, my name is Joanne Clare and you can call me Joanne" She said coldly. Then she turn back and face her book.

Great! Now I lost my chance to talk with her, so I just waiting Kaleb and others to come in. The moment they came in, the bell rang.

"Hey, how you doin'? Why your face like that?" Kaleb says.

"Nothing, I thought that I forgot something" I said.

Then I suddenly notice something. Rick Hart, one of my friend that usualy have his hair bright yellow, with black eyes, short and wear glasses. Suddenly he has red hair with blue eyes and without any glasses.

"Did you use softlens? And when did you dye your hair?" I asked.

"What? I look like this since morning, how come you didn't notice me?!" Rick said

"Well? Maybe because you are to short" I reply.

Then Rick become mad but I heard a giggle and I bet it is from Joanne.

"Yes? Something wrong Joanne?" I asked her.

She didn't say anything and she act like that she didn't hear it but her giggle stop.

Well, I know it's to good to be true for her to like me too. Then the classes started so I and my other friend prepare our book for next lesson.

Our next class was math, it was taught by ms. Cole, she was a young women which prefer to taught us by the "learn by playing" technique. Regardless any way of teaching or the teacher I like math I mean how come people prefer physics, chemistry or other lesson more than math?

My point was, math was more easier than those lessons because you only need to use your logic than count several numbers and Boom! You got the answer.

So back to the class. In the class our teacher just review last week lessons about logarithm. I know I'm not that smart but I do think this one was fun and easy but the others doesn't think so.

I want to see how smart Joanne is, she was quite passive in the class, she didn't asked any question to the teacher. I dont know whether she is that smart to understand or to shy to ask since she was new to this school. Then the teacher give us exercise to do, in her class when we given an exercise to do. We can discuss it with our friend, and Kaleb was discussing it with Rick and Jojo, Jojo Chuck is my newest best friend in school. He is Indonesian, with black hair and black eyes, his skin was brown. But he moved to Boston since 10 years ago. Then they weren't notice me so I try to acted cool and asked Joanne

"Hey, need some help?" I asked.

She didn't immediately answer me, after several seconds she writing she says shortly "No thanks". Then he focused on her exercise again.

Phew, no luck for me. Now I know she is smart, since she was writing it non-stop. What a perfect girl, I wonder how I make friend with her.

Then suddenly my "gang" called me and asking me to help over. Ofcourse I help them, I mean I'm a generous person.

An hour pass and the lesson is already done. We move to our subject and it is Chemistry, the lesson that I hate the most.

The teacher who taught us were mr. John. He is the most boring teacher I ever seen, he always put a message that says "Chemistry = chem-is-try" in every test paper he give to us. But many says that he is a thoughtful teacher. He is kind and other.

Then in the middle of his lessons he asked me randomly out of the blue. "Jake, what is the name for H2O?", I was not ready and I said "silver?". Then everybody start laughing including my friends and Joanne. Then mr. Paul says "you are wrong Jack learn more about periodic table" then the other start laughing again.

Than in that moment I start thinking again, "how will my friend thinks?" , "what will Joanne think about me?" , "Will she call me stupid?". Then other thoughts.

I felt dreadful until the end of the lessons. Then we move to English lesson, the last subject before lunch. I felt relive because of that.

We study like usual nothing special then it is lunch time. 

"We will go to the canteen to buy lunch first okay?" Rick says.

"Okay" I say shortly.

In the class there is only me and Joanne AGAIN, I just eating my lunch and she didnt eat anything and she only read a book.

"Are you not going to have lunch?" I asked her.

"No" she reply shortly.

"Why?" I asked back.

"Im having a diet" she said.

"Oh, okay" I reply. Then im out of topic then suddenly she close her book than say.

"You know? You are funny enough in the chemistry class, and you seem really want know me, so, what is your name?" She said.

"Jake, Jake Cravy that is my name and you can call me Jake" I say with a smile.

She smile and then she reply "nice to meet you".

With that only simple moment I was very happy and give me an extra boost of mood and energy until the end of the school.

Unsual melancholic boy which is 15 years old, taste bitter of life from a very young age and taste more than most adult experienced. Jake Cravy think about suicide, hoping to end all of the misery and leave no burden to everyone. Until he met a person who change everthing, every aspects and his view about life. Such a special who made Jack life more meaningful, well this is God gift for me. I will Cherish it

The commotion of the new semester turned into a ruckus after a few days, which had then turned into chaos in the span of the first month. That is to say, nothing had changed at all during this entire month. Being in charge of first graders on her third year as a teacher proved to be a challenge for Hee Yeon Kim, but for reasons she could only describe as &quot;complicated,&quot; she had been forced into this difficult task. To say that her experience was lacking was a gross understatement, and it was near impossible for her to manage the ruckus that the first graders were creating. As such, it became somewhat of a routine for the teachers of adjacent classrooms to intervene and suppress(?)* the children of Class 1-3. Perhaps it was thanks to that, or perhaps the children had simply grown accustomed to school after a month, but they had reached the point where they would calm down just enough for class to start. Hee Yeon had to settle for that. Nonetheless, as soon as breaktime started, the children would resume their chaotic commotion, filling the halls with their voices as Hee Yeon sat next to the window, her head in her hands in an attempt to withstand it all.

'If only they had gym class all morning long…'

But if that were the case, then she would have to be on guard, looking out for potential injuries, which would then cause even more of a psychological strain on her. In her current state of mind, however, she wished for nothing more than to escape from all the noise. When she looked up towards the classroom again, she realized that she had to say something.
&quot;Jihoon, you can't stand on the desk. You'll get hurt!&quot; She warned in her strictest tone. &quot;Heejin, don't get so close to the window! Get down from there! There, in the back! Stop running! What if you fall over?!&quot;
Even in the midst of all the chaos, she couldn't help but notice one of her students sitting quietly, in the middle of the row next to the windows. He had become the talk of the school due to his good looks, and he was the one exception in this classroom of constant cacophony. The boy was always reading. He mainly read textbooks, but sometimes would bring in children's tales from somewhere and read those. During class he would always look at her with bright eyes, listening so intently to what she said that she felt almost awkward under the pressure, but it was thanks to him that she felt proud and satisfied to be a teacher. After all, there wasn't a teacher alive who disliked diligent students.

The boy paid no mind to his teacher's rather open observation of him and just kept on reading. He was quite happy with his current lifestyle. The classes taught him new things every day, satisfying his intellectual curiosity, and every day, the knowledge he gained from his textbooks surprised him. Reading and reaching an understanding of the material in the textbooks, regardless of the curriculum, filled the boy with an almost euphoric kind of joy. This was especially true for afterschool math class, which made him feel jittery. He derived an immense sort of satisfaction with every problem he solved correctly, and as his knowledge increased, he almost felt as if he could organize his thoughts concerning his confusing circumstances.

Just as the boy was about to immerse himself in the joy of studying, someone tapped his shoulders. When he turned around, he saw that it was Jihoon. Though only a month had passed since the start of the new semester, Jihoon already stood out from the rest of the class. To put it nicely, he was a very lively child, but in reality, he was closer to a menace. He could not bring himself to sit quietly during lessons, sprinting out of the classroom to go to the restroom (and if the teacher chased after him, he would always run away with a huge smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a game of tag), and during break time, he would jump from desk to desk, like an action maniac who delighted in the thrill and excitement of dangerous activities. He was also very creative, always coming up with new ways to make the girl who sat next to him cry. All this caused the other kids to practically line up to join Jihoon in his &quot;games,&quot; and he had become infamous within the parents' SNS chatrooms. However, being the only son of a prominent family, no one could really touch him, only increasing the frustration of the victims'(?) parents and homeroom teacher.
This same Jihoon had just approached the boy, apparently nominating(?) him as the next victim, but the boy simply looked at him wide-eyed as if he didn't know what was happening. Jihoon had his back to the group of students who followed him and looked down at him. &quot;They say you look like a plaster cast,&quot; he declared arrogantly. What did that even mean? &quot;My mom saw my sister's drawing and she said it looked like you. That's what a plaster cast is. You're plaster.&quot;

The boy went blank at Jihoon's words, confused at the utter lack of context.

Jihoon was actually referring to a bit of a hot topic among parents for a brief period of time. During the entrance ceremony, the parents had discussed the boy's outstanding looks, and someone had mentioned that he looked &quot;statuesque.&quot; Following this comment, the parents of a student preparing for art school had brought up &quot;Julian,&quot; one of the plaster cast busts used as a drawing model. Of course, parents quickly fell into a typical SNS conversation, adding that their own children were just as pretty, or whose children had better looks, but it appeared that their talks of plaster casts had reached Jihoon's ears. However, being completely unaware of this whole situation, the boy sat there dumbfounded.

&quot;He's plaster face now.&quot; Said Jihoon again, almost triumphantly. At these short, nonsensical words, the students began to clap and laugh uncontrollably. Perhaps the boy's blank expression and reaction had somehow struck them as funny. Following this relatively small incident, the boy had gained the nickname &quot;plaster face,&quot; and when Myeong-su, who was in the classroom next door, found out about this, it became his nickname at the institute as well. When the teacher heard of this, she thought it was rather cute, but she was also concerned that the boy's feelings were hurt by the nickname. It wasn't uncommon for children to feel upset at nicknames they did not like and lose their spirits.

However, the boy paid no mind to it, partly because he wasn't sure whether &quot;plaster face&quot; had enough of a negative connotation to feel upset over it, and partly because he thought it was better than what they had called him back at the peasant town. They had taken to calling him &quot;scrofa**&quot; due to the fact that he scavenged in the forest all day, or just &quot;boar.&quot; Rather than being compared to a pig, covered in mud and oinking all around the place, he preferred being compared to plaster.

****

With the approach of summer, the weather had reached the point where the impatient few had already begun to wear short sleeves outside. Volunteer workers still visited the institute every so often, now that the tough weeds sprouting through the lawn of the yard had grown enough to injure to the children. Though they were promptly eradicated by the volunteers, the teachers still had to warn the children to not go into the grass.

&quot;We'll be off!&quot;

The elementary schoolers shouted out as they got off the institute's van, cheerfully waving to the teacher sitting in the driver's seat. Among the children walking to the gates of the elementary school were the two first graders, Myeong-su and the boy, one third grader, one fifth grader, and two sixth graders. The sixth graders were very composed within and without the boundaries of the institute, and the third and fifth graders followed their every step. True to his status as a carefree, energetic first grader, however, Myeong-su ran into the school grounds, dragging the boy by the hand. The older children did nothing to stop them. Rather, they looked wholly uninterested, their steps seemingly much heavier than those of other students. But Myeong-su was too excited to pay attention to such things, and he just kept on running with the boy, who ran along like a leashed puppy. Though it looked like the boy was forcing himself to go along with Myeong-su, he was actually having just as much fun. He had recently discovered the existence of the school library and was ecstatic at the thought of feasting upon the mighty(?) collections of books within. The fact that all the children from the institute took the van to get to school meant that the boy always arrived before his classmates. Once in the classroom, he left his bag at his seat and headed straight to the library.

&quot;You're first again.&quot; The librarian had just started to open the library, and the boy greeted her, a gleeful smile on his face. &quot;You can go right ahead.&quot;

Having been granted permission, the boy bowed once again to the librarian, who was making her way towards her desk, and ran into the library. The musty scent of the books that had collected overnight filled his nose, and it almost felt sweet to him. He chose three books to read for that day, all relatively thin. His knowledge and comprehension were still not advanced enough for him tackle thicker books, causing him to always reach for the thinner books, meant for the younger students, without caring for their content. Such books mainly came out in series, so he had made it a habit to just go through the books series by series. Though the boy might have been unaware, children's books were not necessarily limited to just biographies and fairy tales, but also included illustrated classical literature and economics, which were enough to satisfy the boy's thirst for knowledge. Thanks to this, he had been able to catch up on his past seven years of no education and quickly learned about the systems of this world, as well as the social environment he was in.

He was also able to fully concentrate on books because they provided an escape from all the sadness and despair that came from being thrown into a completely new society and lifestyle. Or rather, he had no choice but to fully concentrate on books. His memories of the past still haunted him, no matter how much time passed.

****

Once the teachers' morning meeting ended, Hee Yeon went back into her classroom. Her students, who once seemed like water in hot oil, now felt like powder filling up a lidless blender. Though she had no way of knowing when the blender would turn on and scatter the powder everywhere, things were under control as long as she kept a watchful eye on the switch.
Because classes had not started yet, the switch seemed to be half pressed already, though the students attempted, if only a little, to quiet down when the teacher had walked in. Only Jihoon, apparently still in hot oil rather than the blender, spoke loudly to his friend, while the rest of the students remained in their seats and murmured to each other. The children had no way of knowing that their collective murmurs let to a very loud ruckus. Only one student, called 'plaster face' by the other kids even though he looked more like a 'Julian,' paid no mind to the noise and silently read his book. After almost a full semester of knowing him, Hee Yeon thought that he was possibly in the school's top ranks when it came to concentration and attitude towards learning, and though he hadn't stood out that much at the beginning of the semester, he had started to show great improvement in writing composition and math. When the teacher in charge of the afterschool classes spoke to her about the boy, complimenting him greatly in his skills, Hee Yeon's expectations of him had grown even more. Looking at him now, reading his book, it was hard to imagine that he was from an institute.

Just then, the bell rang out, signaling the start of classes.
&quot;Well then!&quot; Announced Hee Yeon. &quot;We'll begin class. Do you know what's for first period?&quot;
&quot;Family learning!&quot;

Hee Yeon smiled despite herself. The students seemed like small birds all singing together. Then she met eyes with 'Julian.' Though she was unsure when it had started, she definitely felt that family learning classes drained her the most, especially when looking at those eyes, filled with such sorrow. The teacher of three years couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt whenever she met those eyes, and she didn't even know why.

&lt;The New Semester (1)&gt; End

*(?) – this is often used when the word used before it conveys the connotation the author wants, but is not fully accurate. For example, teachers likely helped calm the kids down and maybe reprimand them, but they didn't actually physically suppress the students.
**scrofa – from Latin &quot;scrofa,&quot; it literally means &quot;sow.&quot; Typically used to refer to female pigs used for breeding.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

It's pretty late now, —for everyone else, not for her—she hasn't gone to sleep yet. She has too much artistic and creative sense that she stays awake most of the nights.

She often thinks in that way of rubbish thinking, just to feel better. Actually she knows that's not true. She can't sleep because she's got an insomnia. 

When she was in high school, she used to be one of those people who tends to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. As a grown-up, she is someone who has a hard time trying to fall asleep at night. 

It's a waste of time to try to fall sleep so she does something —something to relax or something useful — during those hours. She reads. She paints. She writes. She listens to music, often classical and slow rock .

And, tonight, she feels like reading every bad critique review online. She was pretty sure that isn't making her relax. Instead, that's making her tense and making her more and more obsessed with that, with every passing minute.

She is even reading the tabloids. Normally, only literature sites and international news sites write about her works. And now the tabloids are writing about them—a lot are criticizing ruthlessly.

They've got on her nerves, and she's started muttering her feedbacks. 

"Woah...they think it's so easy to write a bestselling book!" Why don't they write themselves then?

"What?!The love scenes are as if written by a robot?!" What is so bad about robots? Robots are the best.

"What?! Hannah Lee seems to need an actual experience to write romance?!" No. She doesn't.

They are evening telling her what she should and shouldn't do in her personal life. What do they know? it is pretty absurd to date someone in real life to include a few romance parts in her books.

"I am a genius! I can make up theories about everything...including so-called love." Everything is about technique and structure. Love is a psychological trick.

Let's take a break for a minute, her mouth is getting dry for shouting her egoistic opinions consistently. She gets up to drink a glass of water.
 
Getting back, she continues to scroll through the tabloids. Out of the blue, a news suggestion pops up. She's already read the title unconsciously before trying to close the news.
The title is bolded and the font is huge. It says;

"A Certain Male Celebrity Running Along A Beach, Totally Naked!!!"

"Are you all clear about all these?"
"Yes!!" They answered immediately with their eyes widen and voice trembling with happiness and excitement.
Wang Hui laughed when she looked at their adorable expressions.
"If you guys are done, then let's go to the supermarket. You all didn't bring much stuff here, so you all would probably be missing a lot of things. The twenty-five million dollars need some time to be processed so Boss Xi has given you all this card to make your purchases for the time being," Wang Hui said as she passed a credit card to them.
"Ok… Thank you…" Rui Han took the credit card with reddish eyes.
They went to the supermarket to purchase some toiletries and proceeded to the electronics shop to purchase smartphones and laptops. Their original phones weren't working well as it kept crashing, they didn't have enough money to purchase a new phone in the past, and they didn't want their family to be worried about them. Hence, they kept quiet and continued to use their phones. They didn't even have the luxury to have a laptop in the past, but Wang Hui said that they would need a laptop since they would be attending lessons.
Wang Hui then told them to go to the study room at eight in the morning the next day before they went back to their respective apartments.
"Zhi, we pulled through it. We finally managed to escape from hell." Rui Han said as he and Cui Zhi sat in the living room as they looked at the city through the glass door.
"Even if this place was hell, I would willingly jump in," Cui Zhi replied without hesitation.
"It won't be. I believe them."
"I believe them too."
"Let's sleep, we have to work hard so that we don't disappoint them or let ourselves down. We have to do it for Shao Chen as well, if it wasn't because of the bankruptcy, he would be singers like us. I am glad that he didn't though because he looks very happy being a doctor and he didn't have to suffer more than he already did."
"Mm!"
In Rui Han's bedroom.
"Han, are you alright?" Rui Han's mother asked in concern after watching the news.
Rui Han's parents had been contacting Rui Han for the past few days. However, because Rui Han hadn't been using his phone, he didn't realize that his parents had contacted him until earlier on when Mo Xi told them to check their phones. When he saw his parents' missed calls and messages, he immediately left a voice mail for them, telling them that he would call them later at night.
"I am perfectly fine mom. I am sorry to have made you two worried…"
"What are you talking about? We should be the one that should apologize… If we were more capable, you would not have had to stay in Rong Guang Entertainment…" Rui Han's father replied.
"Mom, Dad, I just left Rong Guang Entertainment."
"What?! Really?! That's great! Wait! Then where are you now?" Rui Han's parents asked worriedly.
"I just signed a new entertainment company."
"What?! Han!!"
Just then, Rui Han's phone had an incoming message from Mo Xi. Mo Xi's phone number was assigned a different ringtone than others on all five of their phones. Hence, he would know when Mo Xi texted or called him.
"Mom, hold on."
[Tell your parents not to worry. Raelie would be approaching them tomorrow to let them know more about us. The best way to let your parents not worry about you is to do well in the upcoming concert.]
Mo Xi had heard Rui Han leaving his parents a voice message earlier on, hence she thought that he would be calling his parents around this time.
[Thank you.]
Rui Han's heart was filled with warmth because of Mo Xi's kind gestures and words, so he thanked her immediately.
"Mom, dad don't worry. I trust the boss of this company a lot. Furthermore, the boss Shao Chen's friend. Do you all remember Shao Chen? My best friend in high school. You will know more about them soon. This entertainment company is nothing like the others."
"Aye…" Rui Han's parents sighed.
They continued talking for a while more before they ended the call.
The other members were also calling their parents to let them know that they were doing well and to not worry about them.
After they ended the calls, the five members slept peacefully as they didn't have to worry about being drugged in the middle of the night like in the past.
8 a.m. Study Room.
"Unlike the others, you all only have one month to get everything ready, so I will be overseeing your lessons and practices instead of the respective in charge. I have already asked your breakfast, lunch, and dinner to be sent here," Mo Xi said.
"What do we need to do?" Liu Ze Ming asked.
"The most important thing you all have to do now is to get your bodies back in shape, then writing songs and choreographing dances."
"Understood," They answered while nodding their heads.
They started to eat, and Mo Xi reminded them to eat slower because she remembered how fast they ate the day before.
After breakfast, "You guys have all graduated from the same high school as Shao Chen, so I believe that your results should be not bad. However, it has been very long since you last touch academic matters, so we will have to do some tests to find out where you stand."
Their eyebrows scrunched up when they heard that because they didn't understand why Mo Xi would want them to take lessons for academic matters when they are singers. However, they still obeyed.
Mo Xi spent the whole day, till before dinner to help them with their academic and non-academic lessons. Like what she did with class 5, she gave them notes and questions to do.
After dinner, Mo Xi then told them to go back to do the homework she assigned and that she would check them the next day.
The lessons went on for a whole week and they didn't even have time to write any songs or choreograph any dance.


Jing Mo Chen fell in love at first smell when he smelt Mu Xi Xing's scent

Jing Mo Chen: Youngest General in the
Military, God-like figure in the business world

Mu Xi Xing fell in love at first sight when she looked into Jing Mo Chen's eyes

Mu Xi Xing: Pervert-like genius, Incredible senses

How did the two of them meet and how would their love story be like?

Mu Xi Xing only wanted to find her birth parents but ended up finding a whole lot more conspiracy.

Jing Mo Chen helped her along the way and the two of them helped others.

What else would they find out and what would they get at the end?


Honest Reviews:

"The development is very happy-go-lucky to me. There is not much depth to situations or conversations and a lot of things are just placed in peoples laps. A lot of the wording of the sentences sounds basic with not much description- like it is what it is because I said so i.e. 'the cat felt sad because the cat felt sad' or the situation goes the way i want it to or people react in a positive way or negative way but not much in between." 

"Picked up this little gem recently. Spent about 5 hours reading continuously to catch up. Great book, great character design, great everything. There are a few hiccups with the grammar and vocabulary but there is significant improvements in each chapter.
The author never fails to entertain. Keep up the good work author."


Disclosure:

Most readers that don't like this story falls into the following two categories:

1. Grammar mistakes 
2. Illogical

Most readers that love this story falls into the following two categories:

1. Alpha male and female lead with their love for one another
2. A new type of story


There are good and bad reviews. So, it is up to you to decide.


"This sucks!" I utters to myself.
 
I watch the rain dropping beautifully from the sky into the school ground. I am sitting on the very back of the class beside the window, my usual spot in our classroom. Like the others I am also a back bencher person. By the way my name is Anna Marie Marcelo; both my parents are certified farmers. I have 5 siblings, 3 males and 2 females. I am like the only one studying right now so I have the opportunity to do whatever I like without anyone bothering me since they are all busy back in our province. Like any other middle class child I also feel that my life is so boring and worthless.... not until.
 
"So boring." I sigh as I play with my pen on my hand.
 
Our teacher in Creative Writing is discussing in front yet my mind is occupied by the thoughts of how my life went upside down. 
 
"I wonder, how is everyone doing back at home?"
 
As a kid I always thought that my life is so boring for being so normal and simple yap that is how my life is, a province girl. Yet, now that I have found out about my real identity and lived the life I just imagined before, my mind seems to get weary on the thoughts of the problems I had encountered and experienced, and remembering the ONE person that made it hard to adjust I smirk with a soft snort of distaste.
 
"Tskkk yah THAT stupid jerk. He really pisses me off. Just remembering his face is making this day even unpleasant." I said in distaste as I clinch the pen into my fist as if all my anger is centered to that poor pen.
 
I then give off a deep sigh as I continue to watch the dropping of the rain on the ground. The sound it makes seems to make me feel at ease. Then my chain of thought starts to run wild into my mind making me reminisce that what have happened to me the past months.
 

Every one of us must have watch or read any fairy tale books in our entire life. Fairy tale story like: Snow white, sleeping beauty and our famous Cinderella. It must be great to live in a rich life where everything you want is given or provided, a life with servants at our disposal, and a life with a handsome prince charming ready to save us. But.....THIS certain story is not like any fairy tale story we had read and watched. This story is about being brave, being you and being who you want to be.

Anna Marie Marcelo is like any normal college girl who dreamed of a fairy tale like life but ends up accepting the reality that she is a farmers’ daughter and that’s just it. This made her study hard and work harder for the dream she wants to achieve in the near future. Together with her friend Margie Rose Domingo, they both face the reality of their boring, normal yet contented life.

A sudden change happens to Anna that causes a stir into her normal life. She will find herself wearing gowns, expensive dresses, and high class jewelries and dine in the finest food chains. Meets handsome but arrogant princes charming. Almost like a fairy tale story….a Cinderella story, but THIS is not a fairy tale story THIS is HER story.

"Have you finished your work?" Mike asked when he noticed that Kanae had stopped typing. He was sitting across the two of them, so he could see their movements clearly.
Kanae nodded her head. "Do you want to see? This is the document for the contract and so on."
Taking the laptop, Mike looked at the document in front of him. He read part of it for a few minutes before nodding his head. There was nothing wrong with it.
"It's good. Boss's documents rarely have any mistakes."
"That's my writing," Kanae corrected Mike's words.
Hearing that, Mike was stunned momentarily. He glanced down at the document again. Even as someone who stayed by Kevin's side for this long, he could not differentiate their writing. This made him rather surprised.
"How did you copy Boss's writing?"
"Well, our writing is already quite similar in the first place," Kanae scratched her head. "I just tried to imitate some of his writing habits that I noticed to make it more similar to his."
"I see."
Mike nodded his head. With this kind of capability, there was no doubt that she could even replace Kevin behind the scenes. In fact, there was even the possibility of her imitating Kevin's writing for other things without his permission. Considering Kevin's position, having someone imitate his writing so well might be detrimental for them.
He quickly shook his head internally. Kanae would never do something like that to Kevin. He was sure about this, right?
Kanae stood up and knelt on her seat as she turned her body around. Alice and Misae sat behind her, so she could see them like this. Apparently, Alice had already woken up while Misae was listening to music from her handphone.
"When will we arrive, Kanae?" Alice looked up to see her best friend.
"In a few more minutes we'll arrive at the middle of the mountain. After that, we're going to hike to the inn."
"Wait, we're going to hike?" Misae exclaimed in surprise. She was going to experience hell later.
"Yup, the bus can't drive on the steep ground."
Misae groaned. This was going to be an exceptionally long journey. She hoped that the hike was not going to be long. Her feet wouldn't be able to hold on if that were the case as she rarely exercised.
"Make sure that you've eaten. It's going to be a few hours hike," Kanae reminded.
It was worse than she thought. Misae complained silently to herself while Alice shook her head. They were not going to reach the inn within a short time. Physical strength was not their forte.
Alice thought about something else. "Do you have any plans during the holiday?"
"I plan to stay with my sister. It has been some time since I spent time with her," Kanae answered. "What about you?"
"My father wants me to practice, so I'm not allowed to leave my house," Alice answered with a wry smile. It was obvious that she hated the notion.
"My mother signed me up for an intensive course. They don't want me to be behind in my lessons again, so I have to study," Misae had a miserable expression when she said that. She hated the fact that she had to study when it was the holiday. If not because she didn't pass the exam during the midterm, her mother would not come up with this idea.
"Good luck, Misae."
"We'll root for you from afar."
"Can't you just help me with my lessons?"
Alice smiled wryly. "I can barely learn my own lessons. There's no way I can qualify as your teacher."
Misae turned her head to Kanae, but the latter shook her head rapidly. "No, I'm not touching the books during my holiday. It's already more than enough at school."
"Then I guess I'm alone."
"Wah, don't be sad, I'll share more cookies with you later."
"I'll…" Kanae wondered what she could do. If she tried to cook, she was worried that she would just create a large accident.
"Just help me out in the hike after this."
"Don't worry, it's easier for girls," Kanae smiled knowingly.
"What?"
"Tell us!"
"No, wait until the bus arrives."
"You meanie!"
The three of them talked for a bit more before the bus stopped. Misae and Alice turned to look at Kanae in hope for the latter to tell them about the arrangement. However, Kanae just pointed her chin outside, telling them to wait until it was announced. Begrudgingly, the two of them could only go out and wait patiently.
The students looked around curiously as Mike explained that they had to hike for the next several hours. The Student Council members will lead the way and the third-years will bring up the rear to make sure that everyone climbed.
Kanae looked towards the steep road near her. She couldn't see the end of this trail as it snaked upwards with a few turns here and there. This was going to be a long journey.
"Can you climb, Misae?"
"Hopefully," Misae answered with uncertainty.
Neo drove out the car he had arranged near the start of the hike. After paying for the parking fee, he drove near the group of students with a grin on his face.
"The girls can put their bags in the car. The boys have to bring their own bags."
Some of the students complained, but the girls were squealing in delight. Girls' bags were generally heavier because of the extra stuff they brought. It was definitely not ideal for hiking.
Alice smiled. "I guess, it's not going to be so hard for us."
"Yep," Misae agreed.
Kanae pointed to the car. "Let's put our bags there. Don't worry, Neo won't steal anything."
"I'll be more surprised if he did."
After sorting out their things, the girls only brought their water bottles and handphones with them. The rest of the things were inside their bags and Neo drove off first.
"Why can a car drive up while the bus can't?" Misae asked when they started climbing. She stayed near the Student Council members who led the way.
"Buses have a higher point for their center of gravity. If the road is too steep, there's a risk that the bus will flip over," Kanae answered.
Alice was stunned to hear Kanae's explanation. She asked doubtfully. "It's physics, right?"
"You still remember?"
"No, I just have the feeling that it must be related because I feel my head is going to hurt if you continue your explanation."
Kanae: "…" I barely said anything that required a scientific explanation.
After that, they barely spoke anything because there was still a long road ahead of them. Time passed slowly as the students felt like they were experiencing hell. For those who didn't like to exercise, this was huge torture.
"Who in the world planned this hellish trip?" Misae asked when they stopped to wait for the other students who got left behind. She felt that her legs had turned into jelly as she could barely feel them.
By her side, Alice didn't feel any better. They have walked for hours, yet the destination was nowhere to be seen.
Kanae and Mike sneaked a glance towards Kevin. The two of them knew fully well that the one who planned this trip was Kevin. However, they definitely wouldn't sell him out to the raging students. There were quite a few of them who already yelled angrily because of the long hike.
"Can you continue?" Mike asked Misae worriedly.
"I just need some rest," Misae answered awkwardly. The distance at which Mike was standing in front of her felt too close. Wait, what was she thinking in this kind of situation?
Kanae shook her head when she saw their interaction. She turned her head towards Alice. "Do you want a piggyback?"
Alice was stunned. "No, it's embarrassing and you're going to be tired from that."
That was impossible. Kanae still felt rather well even after climbing for this long. At most, her forehead was filled with sweat, but her pace didn't falter at all.
"In a bit, Neo is going to return with the car. At that time, the tired girls can get in, and he will take them up," Kanae explained. This was the arrangement they made because girls' bodies were generally weaker than boys'. They didn't want to tire them all out on the first day, so this was the solution.
Alice thought about the offer. She was slightly taller but thinner than Kanae, so she shouldn't weigh that much. After some hesitation, she nodded her head and climbed onto Kanae's back.
Misae looked at the two of them enviously. "I want a piggyback too!"
"Don't you have your boyfriend?" Kanae smirked mischievously.
The words struck Misae as she peered towards Mike. Her cheeks blushed at the thought of him carrying her on his back. It was embarrassing, yet her heart slightly hoped for that.
Mike smiled wryly and glanced towards Misae. "What do you think, little princess?"
"…Okay," Misae shyly nodded her head.
Mike crouched down and Misae climbed onto his back. On his back, she could clearly feel their difference in build. Among the boys in the Student Council, Mike was definitely the tallest with a big build, despite the fact he was the one who had the most amiable smile all the time.
Kanae smiled as she watched the two of them. Her head turned to the back as she saw many of the girls were also asking their boyfriends for a piggyback. A trip was surely the best way for couples to bond.

In the City of Crime, one law stands above them all: Only the strongest can live.

Fighting is normal, extortion is common, and death is inevitable.

Born into a wealthy family yet forced to live in poverty, Kanae Nali vowed to become strong enough to take back what rightfully belonged to her—even if it meant that she had to face the consequences and brave the dangers lurking in every corner.

Yet on the outside, just like her mysterious peers, she was no different from the other high school students living their lives to the fullest.

“Under the ray of light, my ability will only make me die faster. Under the veil of night, my ability allows me to survive longer.”

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Story set in fictional city. Any similarities with real world's event is purely coincidence. 

Special thanks for Coraphyll, Jiyen, Aistich, Cailin, Lyna, and Chip for their help in making the synopsis

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"That's just not fair!"
"And she's only a first year. Some people just get everything for free."
"At least she's not up there."
"Well, she's a bimbo after all."
Kyoko grimaced but said nothing as the indignant conversation to her right continued. To a degree she could understand the two juniors.
'But it wasn't for free, was it? You kept swimming every week after all.' And with those long legs Kuri-chan must have had an easier time eating up the distance. In the end she made the top ten and second best among the freshmen during the marathon.
Sporting a happier grin on her lips Kyoko looked up at the wall. Unsurprisingly Kuri-chan's name wasn't anywhere to be seen, and neither was her own. More out of loyalty than anything else she looked for Yukio and Urufu, but as she knew their names were absent as well. Ryu squeezed in at number 45 and Noriko regained her third place.
They'd all go visit Ryu after school. He lay sick at home with a fever he caught after he collapsed little over halfway into the marathon earlier this week.
'You moron!' Kyoko thought and glared at Noriko. 'What were you thinking, forcing Ryu to keep up with Urufu?'
'I was worried' the midget idiot mumbled in an attempt to defend herself a day earlier. 'You'd better be worried. Did it ever occur to you how much time Urufu spends training?'
Because in the end Urufu won his bet with Kuri-chan, when he proved the difference between cynical calculation and youthful ambition. For nine kilometres and seven hundred metres he had clung to the backside of a sophomore track and field distance runner, close enough to pull his jersey had he wanted. The remaining three hundred metres turned into a display of applied humiliation. Urufu crossed the finishing line before the second year even reached the school grounds.
Still, the talk among the girls made Kyoko seethe with anger. Kuri-chan wasn't allowed her upset while Urufu turned into an instant hero.
The bimbo in question came up behind her and leaned her head over Kyoko's shoulder. "I don't mind," Kuri-chan said. "Let them talk."
The conversation turned into a whisper, and both juniors edged away from them. Kyoko didn't know if they felt ashamed or if they just wanted to get away from Kuri-chan's presence.
"You?" Kyoko wondered and looked up at the wall.
Kuri-chan followed her eyes and smiled. "Two make-up exams. Just wait for the last trimester. I'll get a passing grade all over at my first try."
"Which two?"
"Math and Japanese. Won't be a problem. You?"
"Hundred and five," Kyoko said. Her sessions with Yukio had paid off. "Yukio made number hundred and twenty, so I beat him again."
They stood looking at each other, Kyoko silently asking the question that Kuri-chan waited for.
"One make-up exam," Kuri-chan finally said. "English."
"English?" It made absolutely no sense. Urufu taught English to the rest of the club."
Kuri-chan smirked before answering. "He says his English teacher is an idiot. I say Ulf is an idiot for keeping up that private war of his."
"What happened?"
"Ulf thought it was a good idea to point out five errors on the exam paper, in writing. He got slammed for it and called to the teachers' room."
'Yeah, he's a moron all-right.' "And?"
"If he says there were five errors then there were five errors. He's the one with a master's degree, not the teacher."
'He's got a master's degree?' It was all too easy to forget that both Urufu and Kuri-chan had left their high school years behind them a long time ago. Kyoko hadn't thought about any of them pursuing an academic career in their previous life. 'But he's still a moron. You just don't talk back to the teachers.'
"We come from a very different world," Kuri-chan said as if she had read Kyoko's mind. "From my experience there's nothing wrong with pointing out a teacher mistake. Sure, Ulf's taking it way too far, but still."
'And you admire him all the more for it. At least be honest with yourself.' Kyoko could only shake her head. Urufu and Kuri-chan quarrelled from time to time, but much more often they looked at each other with what was best described as adoration. In a way they were each other's fanatical one-person fan-club.
'And what does that make Yukio and me?' The question caught her by sudden surprise but also with realisation. 'We're not the same. Kuri-chan and Urufu are used to being the centre of attraction, or at least Kuri-chan is.' Given a closer thought Kyoko decided it was probably true for Urufu as well, even though in a different way.
"You're silent," Kuri-chan observed.
"I just found something out," Kyoko said. "About the two of you." There was no reason to be anything but open with Kuri-chan. Their friendship might have changed since summer, but both tried their best to be honest.
"Winter break next I guess," Kuri-chan said and looked past the shoe-lockers and across the school-yard.
Now that was a sudden change of topic. Kyoko tugged at her friend's sleeve and pulled her towards the stairwell. Halfway there the sounds of excited, sullen and happy students watching the wall had faded behind them.
"What are you doing for Christmas?" Kyoko asked as they started up the stairs.
"Huh?"
"Well, unless you're stuck with complementary lessons," Kyoko said and managed to squeeze in a rather blunt warning that her friend had better be serious about her make-up exams.
Kuri-chan just laughed and climbed another flight. "I'll have a batch of those, but not because of the make-ups. I'm taking middle school level lessons in Japanese.
Kyoko knew about the cram school her friend tried to keep a secret, so she didn't say anything. "Apart from that. I guess you're not joining the party," she added and grinned.
"For the singles? Don't think so. I've got Ulf."
There was something forlorn in the voice that made Kyoko look closer at her. 'Keep fighting. We'll help you.'

If you were transported from this world to another almost identical.

If you were transported from your life to your teenage self.

If you had to restart your life again.

Would you, or would you cling to your memories?


Tags: Japan, Sweden, Tokyo, comedy, drama, high school, Academy, Slice of Life, romcom

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