A young successful lawyer fell in love with an idol from South Korea.

Namaku Arvin Melviano Yahya. Aku seorang fotografer muda. Bakat memfotoku berkembang, sejak kelas 2 SMP. Maka tak diragukan lagi, jika rumahku dipenuhi piala dan piagam lomba fotografer.

Selain suka memfoto pemandangan alam. Dari tanah ke langit, dari yang kecil ke yang besar, dari yang terlihat hingga tak terlihat, seperti penampakan hantu yang tak sengaja tertangkap di kameraku. Aku sangat suka memfoto fenomena indah matahari tenggelam. Jangan heran, jika melihat dinding kamarku dipenuhi foto sunset, hasil jebretanku setiap sore.

Hidupku adalah ketidakpedulianku.

Masa bodoh, mempunyai teman atau tidak. Aku punya segalanya. Ayahku pengusaha terkenal di Indonesia, aku bisa menghasilkan uang sendiri dengan memfoto dan mengedit foto, ketampananku tak bisa diungkapkan lagi, kecerdasanku jauh di atas rata-rata. Namun, aku sedikit pendiam. Kegengsianku sangat tinggi. Prinsip hidupku, aku takkan menyapa siapa pun orang yang tak kukenal. Mungkin itulah, penyebab semua manusia segan berteman denganku. Kecuali, gadis-gadis yang mengidolakanku. 

Sejak aku dimasukkan di grup Mahasiswa-Mahasiswi baru di Whats App. Setiap malam nomor gadis tak dikenal selalu menerorku, bahkan ada yang lebih gila, memintaku jadi pacarnya, tapi ada pula yang berbeda.

Seorang gadis kristiani, nama lengkapnya Clayrine Christa Beryl. Aku memanggil singkat namanya, Ay. Karena bagiku merepotkan sekali memanggil nama panggilan orang yang panjang-panjang.

Ay mengirim chat padaku. Ay ingin menjadi temanku. Ay satu kelas denganku di kampus. Aku menerimanya menjadi temanku, walaupun bagiku Ay sangat menyebalkan. Kecantikannya membuatku jatuh hati, keceriaannya membuatku bahagia, kejujurannya membuatku selalu salah tingkah. Namun, penyesalan seumur hidupku adalah aku terlambat mengungkapkan perasaanku.

Sweety is a single, working lady. She is staying with her friend, Roma, who has a boyfriend. Roma and her boyfriend, Ray, make love almost everyday in their room which is next to Sweety room. Sweety can't help but to masturbate by stimulating her sensitive parts. She is still virgin. She always has a fantasy where a muscular guy with long big penis will steal her virginity.

     Sweety is venting all her frustration and desire in her Facebook named 'Dirty Picture' where she upload all her picture with flirty and sex gesture. She never shows her full face. No one knows her. But she knows so many people as she got lots of private messages from guys and girls inviting her for sex. She got lots of dick and pussy picture as well. She badly need sex but they all are just not her type. She wants a man that fulfill the criteria as her dream man to steal her virginity. She wants her first sex to be special. 

     One fine day, Sweety was shocked with the news that someone stole her identity. There is another person created 'Dirty Pictures' as her Facebook profile. That person just add 's' to make different. Thanks to one of her fan that message her the details of 'Dirty Pictures' Facebook profile. 

     In anger, Sweety private message to 'Dirty Pictures'. She asked her why she is being a pussy to steal her identity. To her astonishment, 'she' replied that 'she' can't be a pussy as 'she' doesn't have one but 'she' can be a dick. 'She' send 'her' dick picture. OMG. Its not SHE but HE. 'Dirty Pictures' is created by a guy. The guy send another message saying that his dick picture is just for her and not to show or send to another person. He added by saying that he is just like Sweety, a single guy who wants to put sexy picture in Facebook without letting anyone knows who he is and gain some attraction by doing it. 

     Sweety didn't reply anything. She just turn off her phone and lie down. As usual. She can hear "Ahhh.. Ouhhhh.. Yes baby.." from Roma's room. But she didn't pay attention to it. She is thinking about the guy. How would he be. His personality is just as secret as hers. But yeah. She has his dick picture. She smiled and lost into her fantasy.

     What will happen next? Read the story to know further.

"Aargh!!"
Ming Wang groggily woke up with a sharp pain on his head and grunted like a wounded animal.
It would seem that something has dropped on his head while he was sleeping.
"Which sonovabitch is tired of living?" He looked up and shouted. It has been thirteen days since he was brought down to the punishment pit of the Star Academy and since then, many people have thrown all kinds of garbage on him in order to torment him.
Some would throw down stones, while others preferred leftovers to throw down. Beehives, bones, scrap metal and old broken furnitures, would often get thrown on him.
Sometimes, Ming Wang would wonder and grumble which kind of bored bastard invented this kind of punishment. He swore, the first thing he would do after going up is to search for the dimwit who invented this punishment and kick him on his head.
Ming Wang looked up to see the face of the bastard who disturbed his sleep in the middle of the night and etch his face in his memories like that of several others who had entertained themselves by throwing down waste on him but unfortunately, he found no one.
No one answered him back either except for the horny chirpy crickets who chirped to find their mates.
Ming Wang grumbled for a while and looked around to at least see the item that has dared to wake him up. Since he couldn't find the culprit who threw the object, he decided to take out his anger on the second best option which was the object itself. Ming Wang was a Level 3 martial artist in the Body tempering stage of cultivation and thus even though it was dark, he could still look around in the dark upto a certain range.
Surprisingly, it was a colourful book with smooth flowery edges with the title of 'Top Immortal Realm Treasures- a study by Xiao Yu'
Intrigued by the heading that had a unique charm to it, Ming Wang opened the book and started reading the first page.
It almost took him an hour to read through the  crab and squids that seemed to have been written by a toddler.
Interestingly, the toddler, Xiao Yu, age 7, wrote about the 1008 immortal realms that were created to support the God's realm and the top 108 treasures that have been collected  by the Xiao family from the immortal realm over the span of countless years.
And this book was supposedly the scrapbook made by Xiao Yu as an assignment that not only had the detailed information of the supposedly top 108 Immortal treasures collected from the immortal realms but also the treasures themselves.
"Hahaha... This little she devil's imagination is quite interesting. Since I have nothing to do anyways, I might as well read it further."
Ming Wang turned over the page and saw a moving picture of a skin-tight, black body suit that looked quite cool. The body suit in the picture was revolving as if it feared that its life would be in vain in case it couldn't showcase its grandeur from all the angles.
Upon seeing the moving image of body suit, Ming Wang jaw fell on the floor of the punishment pit. His mouth remained opened for quite some time as he recovered from the shock of seeing a moving image on a page.
"This...This.."
Ming Wang had seen many kinds of treasures that were used by inner court disciples in the academy and had read many records and books in the outer court library. But never in his wildest dreams had he seen such a spectacle. He suppressed his chaotic emotions and looked at the adjacent page.
On the adjacent page, Xiao Yu had done her best in providing information about the body suit.
It was 'Oriole body suit' made from the flesh and bones of the Oriole immortal ancestor that was famous for its absolute stealth ability.
Upon wearing the suit, the wearer would absolutely remain unhindered and unaffected from the formations below God grade....and this was just a passive ability.
Ming Wang had only read about formations in the books of Star Academy. He knew that it took a lot of resources, immense knowledge and great strength to lay down a formation.
And the concept of God grade or even Immortal grade formations were nothing but fairy tales to him that he was listening to for the first time.
But it didn't end there.
The body suit had another active ability, absolute stealth that can be used by injecting immortal qi into it.
"....wow. This she devil has quite an imagination."
Although he was surprised with the moving picture, he immediately shoved everything written in the description as nothing but imagination of the child.
"And according to her, this first object is just the 108th in the rankings..."
He then looked at the last line in the description.
--Drop a drop of blood on the image to completely subdue and bind the body suit--
"Hahaha...This she devil is really a she devil after all. She wanted to plot against me and make me hurt myself...but thankfully, this young master is smart. I am not going to fall for this."
With his nose that had already stretched to the heavens with pride, Ming Wang went back to sleep.
In his dreams, he saw immortal Goddesses and nymphs flirting with him while he held a golden sword that had cut down the heads of all those who have thrown garbage on him.
Soon the sun rose, and Ming Wang steeled himself to face yet another day filled with several bouts of jeers, humiliation and a lot of garbage.
But surprisingly, no one came today. Even the elder who was in charge of providing food did not come which made him wonder what might have happened.
Bored, he took out the colourful scrapbook again and started drooling on the moving image of the cool body suit.
He wondered how he would look in it.
"Alright!! This young master is not heartless. I will make a fool out of myself so that it does not hurt the feelings of little she devil. Although I don't know her, she has put quite an effort into making this. I am afraid that if I do not let her prank me, it would cast a shadow on her innocent heart."
Ming Wang shamelessly spouted nonsense and sighed emotionally.
"Ah! Who told this young master to be so chivalrous? Dammit, I can't hold back my tears. I am so good to kids."
Ming Wang fiercely bit on his thumb and let a drop of his blood fall on the moving picture. Suddenly, a black light shot out from the page and engulfed Ming Wang who immediately cursed before losing his consciousness.

A thick skinned teenager with below average talent in the mortal realm gets a scrapbook of child from the highest realm, the God's realm and chaos ensues.
In the world where strength reigns supreme, he quickly etches his mark on it.
"Money is filthy...let me take it from you."
"Treasures induce greed...let me take it for your own good."
Rob the heros and plunder the villains.
Follow the antagonizing Ming Wang on his journey to Beyond the heavens.

Now that he's gone I feel the sudden urge to snoop around his stuff, but of course its no easy task. I want to find something that could end up putting a twist in the whole series but all I find are books, loose papers, binders and his computer is locked with a password.
As I look through books on the other side of the office and go through binders suddenly, a picture falls out of one of the books. I pick it up and it's the picture of a girl with short wavy hair, wearing a stripped shirt and suspenders. She looks pretty cute. 
The back of the picture states the year 2007 and a really depressing sentence, even though it was smudged I could make out the words "Never love again" I don't know how to interpret this. During that year I was in 7th grade, middle school. I don't know how old Min-Joon this year was, but in dramas the characters ages usually round from 25 to 30. If he's in that age group, that means he was most likely in College when he met this woman. Following drama logic, this sentence shows that she and Min-Joon had something going on and parted ways on bad terms. 
Now that I find this, does that mean Yu-Na will come across another rival? If this girl is the reason he won't fall in love with Yu-Na, she's most likely going to appear soon. How do I deal with this? I don't like harems, I leave those in anime and manga. 
I hear someone knock on the door. 
Scared I put the picture back inside the book. If it was Min-Joon he wouldn't knock and if it was his family, they wouldn't knock either. 
I open the door and see a guy standing in front of me. He looks young, either my age or a bit older, but not older than Min-Joon. He's wearing a grey shirt with a tie but had a beige cardigan over it, he also wore dark grey dress pants and dark brown dress shoes. He looked so fashionable and bright, unlike everyone else I saw in this building. 
He seemed surprised when he saw me. I'd be surprised as well if I saw a woman coming out of my boss's office.  
He lets out a cute yet awkward chuckle and of course my heart skips. Why do all the guys in k-dramas have to be either cute or hot. I feel like he'll be playing a minor role in this drama. Maybe appear for an episode or two. A helping hand to get the main characters together. 
"Hello!" I say as I close the doors behind me "I'm Hannah, the Vice-President's new secretary, and you are?" I ask as I reach my hand for his.
He chuckles awkwardly and introduces himself "Hello. My name is Kim Dae-Hyun, I'm the executive producer of LV Entertainment" Executive producer, I know the word and I know its supposed to be a high-position, I just don't know what that job entails. For a guy that seems to be my age to have such a high-rank sounding job, he must be a genius in the field. I don't want to look like an idiot, so I smile and nod.  
I see Dae-Hyun holding a folder. It must be something important, that's what folders tend to have "The Vice-President went out for lunch. If you need to give him something I'll be happy to take it and make sure he gets it"
"Oh this, no. This is mine" he lets out another awkward chuckle "I guess I'll come back later" This guy seems shy. He has such an important job, yet he can't even look someone in the eyes for very long. 
I thank the heavens that that was over. His awkwardness made me feel awkward. As he walks to the elevator the thought of having no friends crossed my mind. Min-Joon, Yu-Na, secretary Chang, Tae-Woo. They are all people that I've met, and I'd like to consider them as friends but something in the back of my head just tells me not to.
I should pick a complete stranger. 
"Kim Dae-Hyun!" I yell. He turns around. I decide to ask him a series of questions.
"Have you eaten?" I ask him. He shakes his head 
"Do you eat lunch?" in dramas, characters tend to skip on that, but he nods. 
"Did you bring food?" another question where he shakes his head. 
Ok, now comes the big question, but I first have to explain myself "It's my first day here and I don't have any friends, let alone anyone to have lunch with, so can I eat with you?" As soon as it leaves my mouth I regret it. I not only sounded pitiful, but I also sounded like a middle schooler trying to make friends. 
I wait for Dae-Hyun to answer me. I smirk forms across his face as he nods. A sense of relief rushes through me. If all goes well during this lunch, I've got someone to talk to other than Min-Joon and secretary Chang.

Hannah loves Korean Dramas. When she's transported into her new favorite drama, she realizes that the only way she can get back home is by bringing the two main characters together. To do that, she'd have to become a part of their lives, but how can a hopeless romantic with zero experience in love play cupid?
Time to rely on drama cliches!
          .............................................
Based on the Viki series "Dramaworld"

Su-hyuk Jang, a producer with five years of experience, clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment he stepped into the meeting room. "Jaehyung!" he yelled, turning towards the youngest producer in the team. "I told you so many times to get this place cleaned up before I get here! It's like a damn barn in here!"
"Oh, another team just got done with their meeting, so..."
"Hey. Kiddo. Didn't I tell you to just get moving and not give me stupid excuses? Getting into weird habits, aren't we?"

Jang raised his hand towards the young producer, who cowered in fear and quickly dropped his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir."
"Get on with it then! Chop chop, get this place cleaned up!"

Jaehyung scurried over to the meeting table, frantically getting rid of all the used cups and stray pens and markers rolling all over the place. As he watched the young man work, Jang muttered to himself, wholly dissatisfied. Such laziness, and from the newbie of all people! How was he supposed to trust this boy with running errands? Huffing and puffing, Jang took his seat at the head of the table, followed by three writers. They each sat in their respective seats, sharing nervous glances between each other.

"A-Anyway, Ms. Kim!" one of the writers spoke up, attempting to lighten the mood. "What happened with that tip from the other day?"
"Nayeon went to check it out. Go on, tell us."

Nayeon promptly arranged some pictures on the table and began to explain.

"Have you all heard about the "reading boy"? He went viral a few months ago, and you can definitely tell why. He has this sort of... other worldly feel to him."
"Hmm. I'm not familiar," said Jang, scratching his head as he scrutinized the pictures.
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"I've seen him!" exclaimed the young producer. "I remember thinking he was really good-looking. Weirdly so, to be honest. Still, you can't stop looking at him."
"Huh. He must be pretty famous, if even Jaehyung knows about him."
"Yes, actually. His pictures were trending on quite a few search engines at the time. Anyway, the tip was about him. Oh, I have a picture from when I went to talk to him!"

Nayeon quickly tapped her tablet screen, searching and searching, as the others continued to admire the pictures on the table.

"Wow, look at him. He seems pretty photogenic, yeah?"
"Definitely. Guaranteed views right there."


Found it! Nayeon held up her tablet triumphantly. "Here! He shot an ad!" The picture on the screen was of a young boy sitting at a desk, intently reading a book. It was an ad for the public library, yes, but a sort of picturesque fantasy feeling emanated from the picture despite the modern props.

"He's a model?"
"Not professionally, but the picture that went viral was taken in this library. So they took this as an opportunity to advertise the public library in time for the fall exhibit, and had him be their model."
"Okay, that's enough backstory." Jang sighed as he waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me about the tip."
"Oh, of course. I spoke with his homeroom teacher first, to confirm the tip, and she claims that he's not like the other kids. All the other teachers know about him, too, so he's pretty well known in school. He's really good at math, and he's started to learn physics. Alone."
"Alone? He's self-taught?"
"Yes. Just like our tip said, he doesn't receive tutoring at school or at the institute. Spends most of his time at the library. I spoke to the institute as well, and apparently he borrows books from the older kids and reads those all day. Of course, no private tutor. The kid confirmed this."
"Reads books, huh...? What about tests?"
"I went ahead with the interview before giving him the test papers, but honestly, it was pretty easy to tell he's different."

With that, Nayeon recalled yesterday's events at Inpyeong Elementary.

****

The two sat across from each other in the counseling room.

"Oh, it's warm here," noted Nayeon. "I'd heard that schools had good air conditioning now, but I didn't think it'd be this good."

Lucid stared at her blankly, which made her laugh a bit. "Don't worry, I'm just talking to myself. Should we start off with some questions? First things first, what's your name?"

He told her.

"Did your parents name you?"
"No. From my understanding, the chairman of the institute I'm staying at came up with it."
"Oh, really? Well. It suits you. Anyway, I heard you like reading. Is that true?"
"Hmm... Yes, I suppose you could say that." Lucid answered rather hesitantly.
"Could you elaborate?"
"I think it's more accurate to say that I like reading books to study."

Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't exactly sure. First of all, where the hell had that answer come from? And second of all...

"I'm sorry, but you are in the first grade, correct?"
"Yes."

That was answer enough, but Nayeon still had to stop herself from asking his age.

"Alright, then. Could you explain the difference to me?"
"I think that reading and reading to study have different objectives. When I first came to school, I read everything I could get my hands on, because I liked to read. I read biographies and textbooks on math, science, grammar. My goal back then was to immerse myself in the books and marvel at the ideas in them. But now, my goal is to study. I'm reading books so I can understand their content and gain more knowledge. So, since there are two different goals, I think they should be seen as two different things."

Nayeon thought (or rather, knew) that further interviewing would be rather pointless. If a first grader was able to convey his thoughts with such eloquence and sound logic, didn't that automatically qualify him as a genius? This wasn't just a tip. This was a huge scoop.

"Well then," she continued, "what books have you been reading recently?"
"Physics, mainly. I'd like to learn more about physical phenomena. But I found out that you need to know a lot of math to understand physics. So I've been reading math books, too, but I'm not that good at it, so the physics books make little sense to me."
"How far along are you with math?"
"Just the four arithmetic equations. I think I understand linear equations well enough."

Was he really a first grader? He sounded more like a middle schooler.

"A first grader who knows linear equations?" Jang asked, interrupting Nayeon's recollection. "Are you sure he's in elementary? Not middle school?"

Nayeon cringed internally at the realization that she and Jang had thought the same thing, but powered through to continue her explanation.

"Yes, sir, yes. Anyway, we don't need to have a long meeting about this. With his looks and his brains, he's going to be a huge hit! I know it."

Jang turned around to look at Wang, one of the writers.

"Do you have a story in mind?"
"First, we need more information on his school life. Or even his life at the institute," Wang answered, twirling a pen between her fingers. "We'll include some more interviews, get his IQ tested, and ask a science high school or even a university to collab and get a professional evaluation. That good?"
"He's even more stunning in person, I guarantee it." Nayeon chimed in. "He doesn't look wholly Korean, but it's not like he looks like a foreigner, either. It's weird, but it works. You take one look and you know he's objectively really good-looking. My point is, the story doesn't matter! His face alone could bring in so many views!"
"Nayeon, sweetie. I admire your confidence, but his face is something the camera crew will take care of. We're writers."
"I'm just saying. There's nothing wrong with having something pretty to look at."

Jang ignored this whole exchange, instead turning to the younger producer to relay directions.
"Jaehyung, get the cameras ready. Ms. Wang, I trust you to come up with a good storyline and a solid schedule. Get back to me with both."
"How long?"
"We're not sure this'll work, so 20 minutes for now."

And with that, the meeting was over. As they left the room, one of the writers, Yunseon Jo, approached Nayeon.

"Was he really all that?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" Nayeon shouted. "You have no idea! Like, so much better than any child actor I've ever seen! I literally had to stop myself from hugging him, it was insane!"
"Look at you. You're totally gone. I saw it coming, with you going on and on about his face instead of focusing on a story. Are you into kids?"
"Hey! That's going way too far! I'm just saying, his face keeps popping up in my head..."

Smack!

A loud noise rang through the hallway as Yunseon slapped Nayeon's arm.
"That! That's going to far! Watch what you say, Nayeon. That's honestly going into lovesickness territory."

Nayeon rubbed her arm gingerly, but still looked like she had more to say. Thankfully, Wang stepped in just in time to stop her.

"That's enough. The producer told you already, but I'll remind you just in case. We're writers. We come up with a story for the program. The camera works on the looks. Or do you want a transfer?"
"Ms. Wang! Aww, that's so mean! I was born to be a writer, you know that!"

Nayeon tried her best to escape her situation, using her status as the youngest writer to act cute and innocent. It didn't exactly work, per se, but Wang still found it endearing enough. She invited her juniors to dinner, and the three took the elevator down.

****


Lucid, having reached middle school level mathematics, had gotten a new idea during class a few days ago and was now attempting a new type of magic. He found that the best thing to come out of this whole "prodigy" ordeal was that none of the teachers scolded him for not paying attention in class.

"Kyung-ho," Hee Yeon warned,"pay attention, sweetie."
"But plaster face...!"

Indeed, "plaster face" wasn't paying attention at all, but before Kyung-ho could point that out, Hee Yeon sighed and warned him again.

"Kyung-ho! You know better than you talk back to your elders, don't you?"
"Yes..." said the boy, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'll let it slide just this once, because I know you're usually a very good students who listens to what 
I say. But it's just this once! Next time I catch you doing something else, you'll have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes..."

Hee Yeon knew that she was being rather unfair, but she pushed her guilt aside. Even during the slight commotion, Lucid appeared to have been lost in his own thoughts, but Hee Yeon was actually quite grateful for this. Though it had only carried on for a short while, the other children all rather enjoyed watching their teacher become increasingly flustered at Lucid's incessant questions. It had been something of a game for them, and they had grown to look forward to Lucid asking questions, going as far as to persuade him to do so.

Thankfully, however, Lucid's interest had shifted to self-study (or so Hee Yeon firmly believed, as she didn't want to think that he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge), meaning he now spent the majority of his time pondering to himself or reading books. This meant that Hee Yeon could finally relax, with no need to be on constant guard for potential questions, and it was also why she left Lucid be in class.

During break, Lucid left the classroom and made his way down to the courtyard, which he had been staring at for the better portion of class. As it was, Myeong-su, from the classroom next door, had also come out to play. As excited as ever, he ran and ran, determined to make the most out of the ten minute break between classes.

"Oh hey, plaster face!" he called. "Aren't you cold?"

While Myeong-su was wearing a thick jacket, Lucid was only wearing a T-shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Lucid grinned.


<Clash (4)> End.

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?

"True friends are never apart, maybe in distance, But never in Heart♥️..."


Rosette Collins 'POV':
       
I woke up, gazing at the picture in front of me. It was a picture of my great grandparents. Well! You must be thinking where in the earth am I having my GREAT grandparent's picture in my house and yeah... in my ROOM?
 Well I too don't have any knowledge about how my great grandparent's portrait has been hung in my room. From the time I grew up, I have been looking at the portrait that hung in my room... ma great grandparents. I remember asking my parents about my GGP (great grandparents) about a 100 times. 

But they would only answer me saying,
"You don't ask me about them, dear! I don't know anything." And with that sentence Mom would shoo me out of the kitchen.. and Dad would shoo me out from his office.

 Yep, Dad had an office in the house. He would work all day in his other office which was nearly a mile away from California. Then come back and work at his office at home.


"Rosette, are you awake?" my Mom called me. Getting out of my messy bed and having arranged it neatly, I answered her. 
"Yes, Mom!"
"Good, hurry up. Your breakfast is ready."
"Coming, Mom"


I hurriedly went to the bathroom, splashed my face with water, and brushed my teeth. Then I wore my new uniform which I was going to wear for my first year in 'The Harvard University'. I went up to the mirror seeing myself with a white full handed shirt, black miniskirt, a belt with striped black and white colours and a coat with striped black and white checks. Combing my hair, I put light makeup on my face, as I hate heavy makeup. I took my backpack with all the books needed for the first day and shut the door of my room with a thud. I hurried down the stairs, to the hall and then to the kitchen. There I saw my Mom Rose Collins with light makeup just like mine. She always looked beautiful. There was no need for her to do any makeup or anything like that.


I greeted her saying, "Good morning, Mom."
"Good morning, Honey", she replied.
"Where's Dad?"
"Must be in his office."
"Okay! I'll see him there."
"Right", she replied.

I went towards my Dad's office and saw him working on his laptop with a deep frown on his face. I could make out that he was experiencing a great, deep tension. I walked towards him.

"Good morning, Dad", I said.

He was surprised by my sudden sweet voice. My Dad Robert Collins used to always love my voice. Whenever my Dad was tensed, my Mom used to make me sit near him and make me talk to him, so that he would forget all the tension he had and could work with no worries..
'Well, I was really helpful to him in these matters by my sweet voice!'

"Good morning, Sweetie", he said.
"Well, I am refreshed by your sweet voice again. Why don't you become a singer?"
"No thanks, Dad! I am fine being an artist."


Yep! Now you must be thinking from where the hell did I ever become an "ARTIST"? That's true. I am mostly known for my paintings in my university. And the epic thing is, whenever I had a new painting done, my name was a buzz everywhere saying, "Hey! Did you check Rosette's new painting? You've gotta check it. It's amazing." And I was the one who used to feel like an enemy of the bees (students) in a bee hive (university) as they used to buzz around me, planning to attack ..  


"Hmm, so are you nervous for your first year in University?", Dad asked 
"Yep! A bit nervous", I said.
"But more than that I am excited", I exclaimed.
"Of course, your best friends are going to come today, isn't it?"
"Yes, Dad."
"I know you missed them badly these 2 years!"
"Hmm.... Yeah!"

I actually missed them badly. Without them I was like a lonely person walking in the cemetery. They had come to study in California when I was just in 8th grade and that was the first time we three met. And when we were in 11th grade, they had to go back to Alberta and Texas. But I am glad that they are coming back to study with me in California again! Really GLAD.....!

"Even I miss them a lot, you know?", Dad said.
"And why is that?", I asked with a question mark in my mind.
"I miss Eden's graceful dance and-"
It was indeed true.

Eden Parker, the daughter of David and Ellen Parker was a really fabulous dancer. She had black short hair with bangs, crystal blue eyes and had ears pierced. She had strawberry lips which was her unique quality. She usually wears casual clothes, mostly hoodie and sweater paws. She wears rings on the index, middle and ring fingers and wears boots with heels or wedges, chokers and big dial watches. She loves to colour her hair and has average height and is not interested in any subjects except history! Her favourite food was Spaghetti. And yeah.. loves K-Pop..!

"-Steffi's swag rap", my Dad continued.

This was absolutely true.

Steffi Evelyn, the daughter of Steffen and Stella Angel, was a fantastic rapper. She has Chocolate brown long hair. She had stormy grey eyes, which was her unique quality and had a pierce below the lip. Most of the time, she wears jeans, full handed shirts with denim jacket. She wore a ring on her index finger and wore sneakers. She is of average height and not interested in any subjects except Geography! Favourite food - spicy noodles. And yeah! Loves K-Pop raps.

"Yeah, Dad!", I replied.
"Hmm~"
"Okay, I'll have my breakfast and leave for the university, Dad. Make sure you eat your breakfast too and then leave for work. Okay?"
"Okay, my mother!", he exclaimed.
I laughed and gave him a warm hug 
"Bye, Dad", I said.
"Bye, Sweetie", and with that I left his office.

Soon I was in the dining room eating my breakfast. And WOW! What do you see for the breakfast? Spaghetti and Noodles!!
It reminded me of Eden and Steffi...

'Oh God, how badly I miss them!!'

I ate my breakfast and soon I was out of my house, saying 'Goodbye' to Mom, I sat on the driving seat of my black Porsche and rode off to University.

'Porsche'

I remember me, Eden and Steffi having the same Porsche but, of different colours. Eden had white Porsche, whereas, Steffi had grey Porsche.

'Oh God, how badly I miss the again!!'

My car was simple, but really shiny... I liked my car a lot. And that is why I had set up a new record in my university. Actually not only in the university but in the whole world. And you must be thinking that, what is this big record of mine, that people in this world wouldn't think of doing it. Well, that was keeping the car DUSTY.
 Yes, I used to keep my car dusty. I never allowed any of my house helpers to clean my car. Hardly a month I used to keep it clean. When I used to reach my university, the students who were near the Campus used to surround my car and wonder if I had done any new drawings on my dusty car.. Yep, another shocking thing, I loved drawing on my car. 

I turned on the song playlist in my car.
And by the way, which song got played, do you know that!
"Despacito by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee!"

'Great..'

As I rode my Porsche, I hummed to the lyrics of the song. I just loved listening to songs. Oh Please!! Now don't think that with being an artist, I am a singer too!

'Hey! But my voice is not that bad to become a singer. Okay?'

I parked my Porsche in the parking lot of the university. I took my phone, my backpack and got out of my Porsche. As I looked around around the parking area of the university, I spotted car next to mine. And do you know who's car was that?
Yeah! How are you supposed to know, by the way!
It was a grey Porsche... with a symbol of S and A written with embroidery letters. I gazed at the name of ... who? The Great Steffi Angel!

'Fantastic....'

I stared at the name that was carved on the grey Porsche. I glared at it like it was gold or something like that.

I hurriedly ran to the entrance of the university like I was participating in the Olympics. I went  to my locker, stuffed all my books in and checked my schedule for today. And to my surprise what subject do I get for my first hour on the first day?
SCIENCE!!!!

'Great!!!'

I took my books required for the first hour and headed towards my class. As I was walking in the hallway I heard two girls screaming loudly at each other that all the students had surrounded them. As I walked near, I saw a familiar face among the two. That was Chloe Finns.... the badass bitch.

Yep! Chloe Finns was a typical bitch of the School. She was famously know as the Queen Bee. She's got a clique of her own. She has long blonde hair which looks like it was dyed 10 times. Her eyes are brown, but she wears blue lens. She wears miniskirts, just to show her legs and attract hot guys.

"You're still the same, Chloe Finns", I heard the other female voice now. This was not Chloe.

'But why do I feel that I have heard this familiar voice, often?'

When I went closer I hear the conversation clearly. I moved closer to see with whom Chloe was fighting in the morning. But as I moved closer, Chloe's opponent turned away. I followed her as she went towards the direction of the Girl's Washroom. She went to freshen herself and when she turned back I was stunned as HELL...!!!

When a Prince and a Princess meet again, it's MAGICAL!
When a Badass and a Devil are together, HELL arrives!
When Fire and Ice combines the POWER Couple is born!
And when Water and Psychic Power's meet, the shit goes down!







Author: Liafer_13
Editing : Editor_Ann

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