Just a bunch of writing assignments from school that I thought I should post on my Wattpad.

December 29, 2019

Uhhhh... another boring day again?? I mean not "again", since I just started writing this book today, but the boring day loop is happening all over again!!

So you're wondering why did I created this book, or should I say, my semi-journal (P.S.: my grammar is realllyyyy terrible coz I'm a Filipino citizen). To be frank, I'm a terrible writer. I didn't have a good background at writing, and I'm a lazy ass fucking procrastinator. So if you're looking for some Shakespeare-like style of writing, then that's not me. Plus, I always swear in this book, because it's the real Greg you're looking at.

I can see my writing style as a "write and post" dude. I don't settle for drafts and revision shits, because I'm a lazy ass writer!! I just want my first-hand opinions to be posted immediately, if I'm not lazy. If I forgot something to write out, then it's okay, because I can check this chapter out the other day and update it, or maybe I'll just post my thoughts to the next chapter so that I'll have my book's content properly served for my audience. 

Speaking of my audience, what should I call you? Maybe... Gregorians? Nahhh, it's taken by the Gregorian chant. How about... GREGORITAS *insert I Like It by Cardi B* (just imagine playing that music while reading that gReGorITAs). So yeah, wazzup Gregoritas!! (Yey)

Going back to the really main question, why did I came up with this book? Well, I see this book as my rant book. My life is fucked up. I have no friends and even my family doesn't support my passion, which is being a Twitch streamer and a YouTuber. I'm proficient at playing League of Legends, but my boomer mom always warns me not to play that game due to my terrible eyesight. She always says that playing video games only give me sickness, and I won't profit from it. As a typical Asian boy, I minimized my playing time and still obeyed my parents, because I still love them, even though I get salty for a mean time.

It's hard having strict Asian parents like mine. They expect you to have a very high grade and good performance in school, but at the same time, they don't want you to review very late. Like why the fuck would they refrain me from reviewing at 3 A.M if they want me to have 99 100 98 on the report card. It's just ironic to me. 

I always tell my parents, specifically my mom that I'm not the Young Greg that can have instant 99 on the card, because high school is a tough life. After graduating in a conservative Christian school back in my junior high school, they put me in a science high school, though it's my 1/2 decision coz it's for my future also.

My first impression in my science school was "Dammmmnnnn, I think I can handle this shit coz I got raining 99s and 98s on my Grade 10 report card." But now, being a Grade 12 student, chilling from my "unproductive vacation", my impression was like "Fuck this shit, man. I'm out. I just wanna graduate with my OG friends (shout-out if you're reading this, you're awesome)." 

Being in a science school is tiring, man. If today was an ordinary school day, I can't write these damn 500 words in just one sitting. I'll be having random Messenger pop-ups like, "Greg, how's the research doing", "Greg, can you please edit this shit", and so on. I have endless workload in my school and I can't escape from it. Currently, I have a research running up ahead and my missed physics lessons, but since my classmates and teachers are on vacation mode, then fuck it, I'm just gonna do my passion right now, which is writing this book.

Yes, that's right, I love writing, but I lack skills in writing thrilling and adventurous writing, so I wrote my life. I also lack the sense of humor, so I wrote this life, since my life is a big joke (you should be laughing right now, coz this is fucking literal).

I think this is enough for my Day 1 of my rants and stories, because I want to divide my content properly so that I can have another content the next day. Since this is daily, I also keep track on my number of words to determine if I went too much or too little. In every chapter, I keep the number of words lowkey on 500 to 1000 words, depending on my time allotted to my writing, but since it's my vacation and this is a prologue chapter, then fuck this shit let's go 1000 words!! Nah, just kidding, I'm becoming lazy again.

Speaking of "just kidding", sometimes this phrase boggles up my brain cells as a Filipino philosopher.

How can you say "just kidding" as an adult? You can't just say "kidding" if it's not appropriate for your proper age. Why not say "just adulting"? That way, the relationship between you and the word is correct, but if you're an adult who acts like a kid, well you can say "just kidding". Nah, just joking.

Okay, my battery right now is just 2%, and I am typing this sentence near my charging station. I just want to finish this chapter, but as a prologue and an attraction to my future Gregoritas, I'll make it a thousand words for you, hehe. 

Shit! I didn't realize it was 1 A.M of December 30, a Rizal Day in the Philippines. Damn, I miss this late night typing in my phone. The last time I was doing this "late night typing" is when I am talking to my crush, which then on the latter part she rejected me, then after a few months she apologized to me saying, "Greg, I think I'm starting to like you". At that fucking moment, my love for her was gone; I moved on. I realized that I was only infatuated to her. Nevermind, it's a long story, and I reached more than 1000 words *insert yehey sound effects*. 

Maybe tomorrow, I will tell the whole story, since I moved on from that cringy past of me. Past is past. I don't want to fall into traps anymore. I learned a lot this 2019, so 2020, bring it on. Give me your best shot, 2020!

The daily adventures of Greg, a lazy procrastinator who is battling against his anxiety and depression.

Nakagawa Aokiji did not mean literal sacrifice.
"The game that was created by Class 4 of the second grade was a game called [Nonexistent Person]. The rules of the game were straightforward, select a person from the class and ignore him completely. Treat him like an invisible man and pay no attention to whatever he did. In short, treat him like a nonexistent person."
The winter was over, and the spring weather was nice and cool. Even though it was close to dawn, the temperature at night was still freezing.
After listening to what Aokiji just said, a sudden chill came over them as they felt a strong sense of absurdity. It was not because they were frightened, it was because they did not expect that the vast fire incident was all because of a game.
They didn't really understand the details of the incident. They knew that the protagonists of the event were all the students from the fourth class of the second grade, and a transfer student, Ito Shunji.
Indeed. At that time, the students intended to choose the person by drawing lots after they came up with the game.
However, nobody wanted to be the [Nonexistent Person]. So someone suggested that since all of them already knew about the game, it would defeat the purpose of the game, even if they succeeded in choosing someone to be the [Nonexistent Person].
The reason was that the chosen person would have known about this game and that everybody else was just acting. If it were the case, the game would be meaningless and therefore, no fun.
As a result, the students of Class 4 of the second grade racked their brains to think of a way to optimize the game.
Just when they almost wanted to give up, the teacher announced that a student would transfer to their school in a few days.
The students from Class 4 of the second grade were very excited. They had finally found the most suitable person to be the [Nonexistent Person]!
And this was the initial cause of the fire incident in Akichi High School.
"Aokiji, how could we not know about this incident?!" Masato Yamazaki freaked out upon hearing it, but he was not done talking, "You didn't even inform us before coming here."
The others nodded along. Although they did know a little regarding the incident, they were definitely not as well informed as Aokiji.
Aokiji smiled, "I'm telling you guys right now for the sake of intensifying the atmosphere. Wouldn't it be very boring if you knew about it earlier?"
Even though they came to Akichi High School without preparation, Aokiji had already inquired into the incident, mainly to enhance the atmosphere while exploring the high school.
Based on what he could see, it was beneficial.
"But wouldn't the teacher step in?" Chiba Shiori suddenly opened her mouth. She looked at Aokiji and asked, "Normally, when a student transfers to another school, he would have to make a self-introduction… Don't tell me, the game had already started that time?"
Even if the game started and all his classmates treated Ito Shunji as the [Nonexistent Person], he could still talk to the teachers and students from other classes.
If this happened, Class 4 of the second grade would not be able to pull off the game.
Kimura Kazuki glanced at Shiori and nodded. This story was indeed full of flaws from his point of view. Maybe it was just like what Aokiji said, it was only to enhance the atmosphere.
"It was said that even the teachers participated in the game," Aokiji did not ignore Shiori's question and replied directly. "As for the students from other classes, Class 4 of the second grade had told them in advance. The game that was only supposed to be played amongst themselves eventually became a game that was played by the whole school."
Aokiji noticed the doubt on Shiori's face and smiled.
 "At that time, the President of the Student Union of Akichi High School was from Class 4 of the second grade, and he was the biggest delinquent in the school."
"Huh? I thought only those who are good in studies and of excellent moral characters can be the Student Union President?" Suzuki Aichi remarked, "When I was in high school, a senior of that nature held the post of President of the Student Union."
Without waiting for Aokiji to reply, Yasuda Aoi, who was standing next to him, smiled and said, "Aichi, yours was a special case. For the sake of the college entrance examination, the majority of high school students were devoted to learning, both mentally and physically. Along with the addition of club activities, they couldn't serve in the student union."
Aokiji rolled his eyes at Yasuda Aoi, who talked out of turn. He knew that Yasuda wanted to show off in front of Aichi and thus, decided not to say much.
Kazuki nodded quietly, seemingly deep in thought.
One could only do so much. Kazuki could study and hold the positions of the Head of Department of Sword Believers' Club and the President of the Student Union at the same time.
He believed that no one in the school would reject him if he wished to be President.
In spite of that, he did not do so as it would be very tiring. There was a limit to what a man could do, it would be impossible for him to do that.
The person who was serving as the President of the Student Union in Sakura Kyu Academy was one of the members of the Sword Believers' Club, Yanagawa Izumi.
This guy's grades were awful, he did not have the inborn talent for studying. His study plan for the guy was basically useless, which was why Kazuki told him to be the President of the Student Union.
The college entrance examination in Japan was different from those of other countries.
The examination was divided into two sessions. The first session primarily consisted of written exam to examine the capability of mastering knowledge from textbooks. The second session would be either a college interview or a professional assessment, testing one's ability, and also his skill in answering questions.
These two sessions of examination could help in further discovering the students' potentials. They would then enroll the students based on their performance or overall results.
If Yanagawa Izumi fails his written exam, he might still get a chance to further his study, as he was the former President of the Student Union.
"Those female leads in anime, paragons of virtue, serving as the Student Union Presidents and the Head of Department in clubs, bantering flirtatiously with the male lead, are fictitious," Sakai Reiko who was next to him mocked.
Aokiji could not help but smile. The horrifying atmosphere that he rendered just now dissipated after all the interruption.
Contrary to what one might expect, Shiori had been thinking. Unlike Kazuki, she was a real novelist. Even though the sales of her first published work was not very good, at least she had taken the first step to become a novelist.
The editor told her that there were two quick ways to gain popularity.
First, she could write a light novel that was guaranteed to be popular. As long as it was well-liked, manga, cartoon adaptation and popularity would come surging.
Secondly, she could write a non-mainstream light novel, gather some fans first, and make steadfast progress. There was no need to reach for what was beyond her grasp.
Which was why she chose the supernatural genre. And for the sake of writing, today she deliberately came to Akichi High School, a school that was discussed on all paranormal forums and infamous for its supernatural incidents.
"Mr. Nakagawa, how did you know about these?" Shiori realized that she was straightforward and smiled faintly.
"I apologize, I just wanted to know about the incident five years ago as it will help me in my writing."
Aokiji laughed, "There really is nothing to hide. If you investigate thoroughly, you will find out something about the fire incident five years ago. Almost all the students in Class 4, the second grade were taken away. There was actually a sick student who had requested a leave of absence and was resting in the dormitory. He managed to escape death by sheer luck."


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

It's been two days since i got the most painful experience in my life, I've been absent in school for two days, after that embarrassing incident that caused by a devil who i thought was an angel, she is the prettiest girl that i have ever seen, she is a tall girl with black hair, brown eyes that shines brighter than diamond, smooth brown skin, and she has the cutest smile in the earth's crust. I have a secret crush on her since the 8th grade, from the first time i saw her i told myself that she is the one i want to grow up with, from that day i wrote poems that shows how much i like her, but I can't give it to her because im too afraid to do so...

Two years have passed, we're on the 10th grade, i decided that i will confess my love to her ofcourse by the use of the words that i wrote on a piece of paper, a poem, a poem with my heart and emotion with it, a poem that can make her mine, even if it is late at night i tried to write the poem that will change my life in that poem i wrote everything she has to know, i finished writing that poem at 3:00 am in the morning, i feel so sleepy but I cannot sleep, thinking that if she loved this poem i will give her all the poems that i wrote for her from the first time i saw her on 8th grade, the time passed and I didn't noticed that i fell asleep already i am smiling while snoring feeling excited for what will happen this morning

A loud noise from the alarm of my phone has woken me, with excitement, i fixed my bed, brush my teeth, eat my breakfast, and wait for school bus. The feeling of excitement and nervousness is flowing in my blood, fear can be seen in my eyes, i am afraid of what will be her reaction, i am not sure if i can do this. The bus has arrived, i stood up and told myself that im gonna do this no matter what happen.

The bus arrived at school, i walk down and enter the school gate, upon entering i saw her standing in front of her classroom, then fear has swalloed me from inside, i can't give this paper to her, i can't tell her how i feel, i can't tell her that i am already inlove with her. Because of that fear i ran towards the grassfield, in this school that grassfield is my stress and pain reliever, if i have problems, i walk around the grassfield to have time and for my self. if i am inpired, you can find me there, writing poems for the love of my life.

While sitting on the grassfield, i heard the ringing bell. It is time to enter the classroom and listen to the lectures of my teacher, the morning passed and i missed the chance to confess my love, "it's okay" i told myself, "i still have a lot of time, on lunch time i will definitely give her this paper"...

Lunch time, i went to the school canteed to buy my lunch, i brought two piece of fried chicken and a cup of rice for luch, after eating i saw this beautiful girl entering the door of school canteen. I walked towards her, gave her my poem on a piece of paper, and told her "i made this poem for you, i hope you like it" then with her left hand she took my poem, read the title, smile, and shouted..."EVERYONE, LISTEN, THIS GUY WROTE A POEM FOR ME, LET ME READ THIS FOR YOU GUYS" then she red my poem loudly inside the school canteen, with other students listening

                          ""It Is You"
It is you, the girl with the prettiest smile
Without seing that, i can't let my day goes by
It is you, who brought a warm sunshine
In this cold rainy life of mine
It is you, the light that brightens 
The darkest lonely nights of mine
Its is you, who fills my heart with emotions
And bring my world the colors

It is me, you probably didn't know me
But you don't need to know my name
Because this day is so crazy
I waited for so long to tell you this secret
This feeling that is hidden for 2 whole years
Will finally be out with tears, im very shy
But this is love that i feels""




After that line, all the students in the canteen laughed hard, she didn't finish reading my poem, she laughed at me "do you really think someone like me would love you back, have you ever looked yourself on the mirror? How can i love you if you're not even that cute..."
She continues to talk while laughing but I didn't hear everything maybe because the noise from other students are too loud, or i just don't want to hear what she is saying,

Because of embarrassment i left the shool, return home, cry, and for two whole days I didn't attend my class, i make muself busy by burning every poems that i wrote for her, while collecting all that poems i realized that it is already eight notebooks, filled with foolish feelings and emotions, i watched those notebooks to turn to dust with my emotions for that evil girl...

Today my life will continue, everyone in the school knows who i am, not by my name, but by the embarrassment that that girl brought me, while walking to my classroom everyone looks at me, laugh at me, and killing me inside

A guy who loves to write poems got rejected by the love of his life, from that day, he only make sad poems that can bring heart ache to his readers

I remember when I was seven and my mother confessed to me she had a lover.

Of course, I had no idea what that meant and just silently comforted her with a hug.

Ten years later I faced the consequence of my mistake.

The whole family had found out. 

And I remember just standing there dumbfounded while my grandmother kept bawling and my two aunts comforting her. 

Nobody blamed me.

They said it wasn't my fault.

I was too young to have known my mistake.

Instead they blamed my mother.

Who, after my family found out her scandal, started living alone in the house where we used to live as a family.

And me, with my younger sister and father, moved into the house where my extended paternal family lived.

That particular day left me guilty.

So much that it still keeps haunting me.

Of course, I never told anyone.

I couldn't stand the sight of people giving me pity or comfort. Their stares made me feel small and helpless. 

And I...

wanted to be free of those stares.

...

I was ten when I had found my first little crush. 

He was the smartest guy in our grade and was hopelessly childish.

I couldn't help but compete with him over everything. 

Exams, quizzes, activities, group projects.

And I failed miserably every time.

Then the whole class found out and I was teased for it. 

I, who at the time was too busy studying, didn't really care and continued to like him freely.

In the next grade, I had confessed to him.

I was rejected.

I expected it of course, but I still liked him so much.

There was even a time I kept crying because of him.

When our grade separated during senior high, he had suddenly confessed to me.

And me, being stupid, accepted his confession.

For the first few months, everything was fine.

But after that was a never ending cycle of fights.

I got sick of it.

So I confronted him and told him how I really felt.

After that we never contacted each other again.

I liked him for six years.

Ten years later I haven't found anyone yet. 

Maybe I still like him.

I'm not sure yet.

...

I was ten years old when I told myself that I would like to be an author.

I hadn't exactly found my purpose yet.

So I started writing on my phone in the hopes I could improve my writing.

In the midst of high-school I lost my will to write.

I wasn't exactly sure of the cause.

Maybe it was my family.

Or my studies.

Or maybe I had given up on myself.

But halfway through college, I met my professor.

I became fond of her and wanted to be like her.

Before I knew it I started to write again.

Sure it was silly and my writing had much to improve on but...

I felt happy.

And I had found my purpose.

Jiang Shan prefers to be left alone, leaving her with fewer friends than her peers.

After starting senior year, she is determined to spend her days at home to think about her plans for the future.

The strained relationship with her family, her unstable mental health, a complicated relationship with a boy, playing her part in the student council, and studying for the coming entrance exams.

All of this had been managed to be swept up in a storm called Yang Mu.

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

Noriko never really cared about high school. She always thought it was a colossal waste of time and couldn't wait to finish it. She knew her father was looking forward to her graduation: he had to drop out of his school when she was born. There was no way she would be able to go to college: her father didn't have remotely that much money, and her grades were nothing to be proud of.
That was yesterday, before she became the smartest being on the planet.
Now she's just standing in the hallway, her mind overwhelmed by the stream of information. Every face is connected to thousands of emails, forum discussions, tweets. The noise is too chaotic to understand any of it. Unable to disconnect from it, Noriko's mind is in overdrive.
<You okay there?> Jane asks her, snapping her fingers in front of her eyes.
Noriko comes back to Earth looking at Jane and the noise disappears. She already knows everything there is to know about Jane Blake, after all: they've been best friends for most of their lives.
She's always been one of the few constants in her life and a stable reminder of what it means to come from a normal family. And as always, she has no problem figuring out when Noriko is trying to hide something.
<You kinda zoned out for a moment> she notes.


<Why do you ask?>
<Gee, could it be 'cause something crashed every window in the city? They say it was a meteor. I can't believe they're making us go to school today> Jane answers, opening her locker.
Noriko's seen her do this almost every day since she was ten years old. But now something's off. Something about her feels alien.
<Come on, you can tell me. You weren't home 'cause you went out with Jeff, didn't you? I thought you two broke up last month, but…Nori? Hello?>
Noriko has frozen in place again, staring at her locker. She takes a book, looking at its cover with a mixture of fear and disgust.
<This is all so…small. So very small. Everything I used to know wouldn't even fill half of this.>
<Is this your way to tell me that you didn't study for today's test?>
<This is all wrong!!!> Noriko shouts, drawing the hallway's attention.
She's not used to being the center of attention. She's not exactly a wallflower; most of the students would recognize her as "the five feet tall Asian tomboy that always wear an ugly green jacket and hangs out with that white girl", at the very least.
<We split the atom, we went to other planets, we discovered the origin of the universe! We rule this world! Why are we wasting time like this!?>
Noriko slams the locker shut and Jane takes a step back. There was enough rage and volume in Noriko's voice to silence the lively chatter of a high school hallway.
She turns towards them, and her silver eyes glow for an instant.
<What are you looking at?>
The bell rings. This is the first time Jane's ever been truly scared of her best friend.
<Let's just get this over with> Noriko says, walking towards the classroom.

Noriko's never been good at math. Her grades have never been something to brag about in any subject, but math's been her sworn enemy since grade school.
Mr. Bennett has been her teacher for the last three years and knows this very well. When he notices she's started to write furiously as soon as he's handled her the test, the first thing he thinks is that she's joking or cheating. He stands right besides her, waiting until she finishes in record time.
Noriko draws a circle on the first page and slashes it, like the symbol Ø for the null set, and handles it to Mr. Bennett.
<Is that your signature or did you just grade yourself?> he asks, causing the classroom to laugh.
 she answers, deadly serious.
<Very funny, miss Null> he says, ready to reprimand her, when his eyes pause on the test for a little while. Everything is right. He checks it twice; even he couldn't finish the test in such record time.
<How did you do this?> he asks. She couldn't have cheated, he was looking at her the whole time.

<Really> he says sarcastically, looking at the test again. He just can't believe his eyes; Noriko's best grade ever was a C minus. This is easily an A plus.
<Would you mind to come to the blackboard? The rest of you, keep working> he says to the rest of the class, which has lost what little interest it had on the test.
<Let's do another test. Can you solve this?> Mr. Bennett asks, writing something on the wall. Last time Noriko tried to do this in her last test, she got an F.
<Too easy> she answers, wiping out the expression with her sleeve. Not even bothering with an answer.
<Very well, Noriko. Show me what you know.>

Bob Null walks towards the classroom, ignoring the smiles and giggles of the girls. It's not easy being the janitor in your daughter's school, but it can be worse if all of her friends have had a crush on you. He only recognizes Jane, walking towards him; she looks distressed.
<Mr. Null, what are you doing here?>
<Bennett called me while I definitely wasn't in the storage room with Mrs. DeMartino.>
<What? Nevermind. Did something happen to Noriko? She's kind of crazy today. I'm really worried about her.>
<It's probably just a phase> he answers, walking past her and into the classroom.
Mr Bennett is sitting on his desk and looks devastated. His tie is loose, the hair is a mess, and he looks like he's smoked a thousand cigarettes.
Noriko is writing something on the blackboard. Bob doesn't recognize it and can't keep up with it: as soon as she's finished filling the blackboard, she wipes it clean and just goes on.
<I've been teaching math for thirty years, Bob, but now I feel like I've failed kindergarten. Your kid… she went from calculus to chaos theory in ten minutes. She said something about string theory and quantum chromodynamics twenty minutes ago and I just lost her.>
<What is she writing?>

<Years ago> Bob nods, looking at her daughter writing like she's in some sort of trance <She scored 101. Just…average, they said.>

Noriko is drinking her soda, sitting on the sidewalk in front of the school. Between her feet there are six empty cans and a dozen sheets of paper, all full of writings from top to bottom.
<Two hundred and sixty-five> Jane says, approaching her friend.
<It's not accurate. It needs to be adjusted for age and other variables> Noriko clarifies.
<So what's your real IQ, genius?>
<Unlikely to be measured in a meaningful way.>
<Come on, Nori, talk to me. The least you can do is tell me what's happening.>
<Stop calling me that.>
<What?>
<I'm not Nori anymore. I am Null> Noriko answers, standing up and showing her friend a sheet of paper with the same symbol she used to sign the test. A slashed zero.
<Noriko is a drop in the ocean and I feel like I'm drowning. There's so much stuff in my head now I feel like it can explode if I relax for a second. I am Null; I must be Null.>
<Nori, you're scaring me now. Nothing you say makes any sense, you know that?>
Noriko smiles and shakes Jane's hand.
<Of course. Null knows everything. Goodbye, Jane Blake, you were a good friend.>
Just like that, Noriko leaves. Jane still can't believe they're having this conversation. Noriko has always had her quirks, but she sounds crazy now. Would a crazy person become that smart that quickly?
<Where are you going?> she asks.
<I'm leaving high school> Noriko answers without even looking back.
<What!? Why?>

<What does that even mean!?> Jane insists.
<Excuse me> a female voice interrupts. Jane turns towards it, looking at the impossibly beautiful woman with long red hair and no shoes.
<Vesta. My father asked to come here, I suppose.>
<Well, yes. He's very worried about you... are you okay?>
<Better than okay. Way better. Follow me> Noriko orders, walking away from the school without giving Jane any more attention. Vesta seems conflicted, hesitating before following Noriko, but after mouthing a polite "I'm sorry" to Jane she complies with the request.
<That was very rude, Null. What about your friend?>
<She'll get over it. I'm sorry if that makes me sound cold, but there are larger issues at hand.>
<Such as?>
Noriko looks at her; the silver eyes shine in a way that make her understand she means business.
<You're a goddess.>
<Don't say it out loud> Vesta whispers, looking around to make sure nobody heard her.
<Why not?>
<It's not something I'd like to go public. I try to keep a low profile.>
<You didn't seem to have much trouble telling me.>
<Well yeah but... you already knew. And you can be quite intimidating with that eye thing, despite being... well...>
<If you're looking for a politically correct way to say "mortal", don't bother. And you shouldn't be ashamed of what you are: without you, the Many would've gained the Heart Of The Universe. Speaking of which, are you familiar with them?>
<I've seen creatures like them a few times, but nothing so advanced.>
<Interesting. The work of another god?>
<Perhaps. Listen, Null, I didn't come here just because your father asked me...>
<How did he ask you, anyway?>

<You literally met him yesterday and he's already... who am I kidding, you're an attractive woman, of course he got your number without even trying> she rolls her eyes.
<He just reminds me of one of my brothers, that's all> Vesta replies defensively, although Noriko notices she's still blushing. Again, something she should've seen coming.
<Anyway, I wanted to thank you for stopping the Many, and to tell you that I'm leaving the city.>
<What? Why?>
<People saw me flying, remember? It's too risky to stay here. I have to move somewhere else for a decade or two, just to be sure.>
<That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. You will stay here, and you will help me.>
<Help you with what?>
<Vesta, you're easily the most powerful being on the planet, and you work as a waitress. Why don't you use your powers in a more productive way?>

Noriko smiles at her, while her eyes shine brightly. It's the smile of a person who has just figured out how to accomplish the impossible.
<Then let's fix the world together, shall we?>

Noriko Null was a seemingly ordinary Asian-American teen, until the goddess Athena decided to make her Earth's first line of defense against the impossible.
Now armed only with superhuman intelligence and instant access to all of humanity's knowledge, Noriko will have to solve the world's problems, face the secrets behind her transformation, and fight Greek gods in space in her spare time.
Will the world's smartest girl be able to defeat the all-powerful gods?

I've never really written about myself before. I don't know if it's cause I don't really value myself enough? Or because I'm not a narcissist? I think I over think myself.

Can you tell I'm a little odd? Well I've never really wanted to do anything, not anything worth value anyway. I mean I've got no skills to speak of, this is really the only thing I really enjoy. Except for other... slightly less acceptable things. (if you catch my drift)

I am a writer, and not a very good one. But lets get into this.

I love writing, when I was a highschool student I found it as a kind of... escape. writing that first story helped this shitty Author through a lot of deep shit I will get into later.

So, ever heard of Wattpad? Well that's where it all started for me. I was introduced to the app by a mutual friend of mine, lets call her H. She was writing Adult stories, use in the business call... Smut. it's kind of like fifty shades of grey with terrible writing. She asked a Friend and I to read it, and I did. But the first thing that was on my mind was that I wanted to do that.

NO NOT WHAT SHE WROTE ABOUT. I wanted to take a crack at writing, English was one of my favorite subjects in school. I loved reading but had an average reading level. So, I set up a Wattpad account. My first account has a pretty weird name, all because I rushed it.

I needed a name for the app, I was too embarrassed to go by my real name. So I used my Ps4 user name. RedisDead, but I fucking spelt it Readisdead. That was my first account.

Now the only time I had ever tried my hand at writing was in the 8th grade, creative writing section of English. Plus it was a short story, so I was running on ideas that were pretty, cliche. 

Story Number 1- Prince of the Sun and Moon
I wanted to say that this story does not in fact, have anything to do with the sun or moon. I wrote this because I was on an Anime binge, specifically magic Academy ones. Remember the magic Academy thing, that will be a main concept for my other "creations" later.

I don't really know what to say about this one, it's one my first stories and was my first attempt at fantasy. Let me tell you, I can't get enough of fantasy. Nothing makes you feel better about your sad life than creating a new one for your imaginary characters to run wild in.

Thinking back to how I was then... I feel bad, I was going through a lot of emotional problems. 

I was a shut in, I can't say for certain what happened but one day I just decided I would rather stay inside my room then go outside and play. I never really made friends, but being bullied by everyone in your grade can cause that. People were always nice in highschool though, I think they might have felt bad. Or they were making themselves look better infront of everyone else. Being nice to the weird kid, congrats.

So, you can guess that if I didn't like those people you bet your ass I never felt attracted to anybody. But I did fall for a new kid. 

Will call her K for now. That smile... she was weird, but a hot kind of weird you know? She was quirky and funny and had a face that made my heart melt like butter in a microwave. She was chubby too, like a cute little marshmallow.

But looks can be deceiving. Wish I would have known that before falling in love but hey, does anyone?

She wasn't always a terrible person. But my class has a way of bringing the worst out of people. Or maybe it was my fault? 

Fuck, if your reading this what would you say K? I need the answers but we don't talk.

okay, lets look at this from my perspective.
She was always nice to me, I mean REALLY nice. laughing at my stupid jokes and always greeted me with a smile. But my dumb idiot brain did register that SHE FUCKING LIKED ME!!

Okay so eventually she started wearing longer sleeved jackets all the time, she started acting differently. Started ignoring me occasionally, called me annoying and being rude.

Then I saw something that broke my heart. Her arms, they were sliced up. Not alot but still, she was cutting. I expressed my concern for her but she gave me the cold shoulder. 

A couple weeks go by and she skips school here and there I don't see her, then the day that makes me hate myself. Now I promise you, she did not kill herself. This is not one of those stories.

I'm excited she's back at school and I see her again. I catch her when she's taking off her hoody and... She lost weight, alot of weight.

It finally hit, she's dealing with depression. But why? Did someone call her fat or something? 
This pisses me off, I'm a pacifist by nature at this point but I'm ready to throw down.

But now that I have a little more clarity on the situation, I sometimes think me. 
See a couple months later I make a new friend. Call this guy... F.

He's tall and actually funny once you get to know him. He's actually still one of my closest friends.

I introduce F to K, they hit it off and eventually start dating. I kind of stop talking to F because he starts dating the girl I'm in love with but that's not important.

what is the fact that a month or two into them dating that K tells me something. Something that spirals me into a deep depression for a long time.

K-"So do you like me?"
Me-"yeah your one of my best friends!"
K-"you know what I mean like LIKE me. Because when I first met you I had feelings for you."

What the actual fuck? She's dating my BEST FUCKING FRIEND and tells me this shit? Not cool man, is this some kind of way to torture me?

Ever since they got together she seemed to be back to normal. So I was happy, but deep down I wished I was him. Comment if you ever felt like this. I would love to talk to someone about it.

Honesty? I felt pathetic, worthless. If I had worked up the courage I would be the one getting kissed. I kept telling myself I wasn't ready. But forget how I felt, lets go back to K.

she had suddenly lost weight. Alot of weight, treated me different.

Is it my fault? Did she think I didn't feel that way because she was slightly over weight? She dropped the weight because of me. That's how I felt but right now, I know that's the case. She didn't really care about me or F all she cared about was herself. Get all the attention she believed she needed. She had Mommy issues. 

Think I'm being harsh? She straight up cheated on F and broke up with him. Then to make matters worse... She ran away for two weeks.

This unfortunate series of events destroyed F, he hated himself. Let's put the kind of man he was into perspective. He didn't take shit from anyone, he liked to laugh and was happy to make others laugh. But when she ran away from home he locked up.

I'm not using names on purpose, because I don't want people who I know to read this and get mad. But I want to tell you this, the human heart is fragile. 

I say this because we laugh about it now. F, I'm glad your alive man.

F was five feet from killing himself. He went home the day he found out and dug out his dads old 45. He was ready to pull that trigger.

F is a strong ass dude, he managed to put the gun down. Put it away, he's only ever told me this. So for the sake of my friendship... Don't read this F. 

Well. That's all for now my friends, I'd tell you more but I think it got a little dark there.

Kind of a set of me talking about... well me and my Boring life as someone who found a way to cope with life by writing

8th grade year was pretty slow in the beginning. I made the basketball team and I also got into honor band which is pretty hard to do. I also liked this year because I got to try new things and have new classes. One class that wasn't the best was history because there was one girl in that class that didn't like me. Most girls on the basketball team didn't like me for reasons I never figured out. They never passed the ball to me and my coach also didn't like me because I didn't have to pay for any of my basketball fees. My counselor paid for all my fees along with another parent of a basketball teammate. I had fun at all competitions from band and cross country all the way to basketball. Over the year I became really close friends with Kaitlynn and I had my first sleepover with her. We both learned how different we were but also how well we went together. 
  I had some good times during this year going to my first school dance with a group of my sports friends. The last dance I went to was my 8th grade dance and I went with one of my band friends because he asked me to go with him. The dance pretty much was screaming to music and no dancing. Our group of friends just took a bunch of photos together and goofed off in them. 
  After the dance we were planning our graduation and our last days of middle school. We got our year books ready and was writing each other notes people were just all over the place. The band got to go to six flags before we graduated. When I was looking for my dress I wanted to look cute because I was more of a tomboy growing up and it was one of the first times I wanted to look really cute and show off a bit. After I got my dress the next day was the last day of school and all of us were just ready to leave that place as fast as we could. Summer was calling us and all we wanted to do was to go for it. I wanted to sleep in for once because my dad worked I got to school at 6am. So that was the last day to wake up that early for awhile. The bell rang and everyone went running and I went to cross country. After that I took an ice bath at home and went to bed early to be ready for my 8th grade graduation ceremony. For band we played the national anthem and then we went to our seats to get called for our diplomas. After I graduated and got my paper to prove it I wanted to get home and sleep because it was my time for a break which I needed. Summer was a constant reminder that I was getting older and I had to start thinking of what I wanted to do. I was contemplating on which activities and sports I wanted to do during my high school years. Because those were just around the corner.

This is a journal entree type book starting as years then weeks 
So the book starts out fast then goes slower.

***

Hello readers! 

! ¡ !

Haynes' Academy stands as the most coveted prestigious school there is, created in 1995 up to present, it still stands as the number one private school in the entire world. 

A school where the heirs, the heiresses, the honorable, and the honored attend. Which means only three things. 

Business and Money. 

Government and Money. 

And non-money. 

***

Heir: noun | \'er\

>One who inherits or is entitled to succeed to a hereditary rank, title, or office. 

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Heiress: noun | \'er-əs\

>A woman who is an heir to great wealth, title, rank, or office. 

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Honorable: noun | \ˈä-nər-(ə-)bəl\

>entitled to honor or respect.

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Honored: noun | \ˈä-nərd\

>Someone granted a special favor. 

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Haynes' Academy is a widely known, extremely aristocratic and highly sophisticated school. 

Haynes' Academy for the Heirs, Heiresses, Honorable, and Honored.

A school for the arrogant
the intolerable
the insufferable
and
the privileged

A school where sons and daughters of the highest classes from different parts of the globe are enrolled to study. Heirs and Heiresses of businesses alike, Sons and Daughters of respected government officials. 

A school where the highest of high are seen, where the most known of the famous are spotted, where the rotting of the spoiled are found.

Rich, polished, money-wasting, fancy and pampered high class bratts.

Then, there are the Honored. 

Students who were able to enter because of their genius brains or students who are only able to attend the school because of their connections and relations to the 
"Moneys".

And the Moneys. 
A slang for those who are overflowing with, well... Money. 
Not just any money. 
Millions per second type of money. 

Haynes' Ac. is a prestigious school, and aside from it being the sanctuary of walking money notes, it's also known for its strict and unbendable rules, unless of course you have money that is. 

One of its many rules, is that a student cannot enroll unless they'd be starting fresh on a level, and once you leave, you can't come back until the next level starts. 
Unless, again, you got money. 

The only times a student is able to enter is either through:

1) Kindergarten 
2) 1st Grade 
3) 7th Grade 
4) 10th Grade 
5) Post-highschool
6) Freshman 

That is, as I've said, unless you have connections to the Moneys.

To sum it all up, 
Haynes' Academy is only limited and exclusive to either Money or Brains. 
Two completely different things.

But enough talk about that school.

! ¡ !

This time, we talk about details. 

Haynes' Academy is NOOOOT a book for the easily offended. This contains strong language, mature themes, sensitive visuals and topics, and dark themes. 

All the characters of this book are mine and legitimately mine only. Any similarities between the characters and people in real life, living or dead, is purely coincidentally. However way the characters act does not correspond to who I really am or what my insights are. 

This book deals with mental illnesses, and traumas so if you don't touch down to those types of things, I suggest you leave now before this book triggers anything.

But if you do decide to stay, thank you! 
Haynes' Academy will be a work in progress and I wouldn't want to continue writing in the same way so I would really do appreciate it if you'd leave comments and suggestions, maybe corrections. 

BUT IN A KIND WAY. 

I do not permit bad behavior and if I see you commenting anything offensive or bad, I will instantly delete that comment and if it gets to the point where I'll be needing to, I'll block your accounts. It doesn't matter who you're being mean to, either me or people in the comment section, you will be facing consequences. 

Buuuuuuut, now I'm starting to become mean. Sooooo, hopefully you like this book. I won't exactly be updating in a uniformed manner because of my studies and personal life but I do promise that whatever happens, this book will be completed. I will not abandon this little baby, this is my baby. 

Okayyyy, that's all before I get weird. 

Baiiiiiiiiiiii. 

-Devi-

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Haynes' Academy stands as the most coveted prestigious school there is, created in 1995 up to present, it still stands as the number one private school in the entire world. 

A school where the heirs, the heiresses, the honorable, and the honored attend. Which means only three things. 

Business and Money. 

Government and Money. 

And non-money. 

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Haynes' Academy is a widely known, extremely aristocratic and highly sophisticated school. 

Haynes' Academy for the Heirs, Heiresses, Honorable, and Honored.

A school for the arrogant
the intolerable
the insufferable
and
the privileged

A school where sons and daughters of the highest classes from different parts of the globe are enrolled to study. Heirs and Heiresses of businesses alike, Sons and Daughters of respected government officials. 

A school where the highest of high are seen, where the most known of the famous are spotted, where the rotting of the spoiled are found.

Rich, polished, money-wasting, fancy and pampered high class bratts.

Then, there are the Honored. 

Students who were able to enter because of their genius brains or students who are only able to attend the school because of their connections and relations to the 
"Moneys".

And the Moneys. 
A slang for those who are overflowing with, well... Money. 
Not just any money. 
Millions per second type of money. 

Haynes' Ac. is a prestigious school, and aside from it being the sanctuary of walking money notes, it's also known for its strict and unbendable rules, unless of course you have money that is. 

One of its many rules, is that a student cannot enroll unless they'd be starting fresh on a level, and once you leave, you can't come back until the next level starts. 
Unless, again, you got money. 

The only times a student is able to enter is either through:

1) Kindergarten 
2) 1st Grade 
3) 7th Grade 
4) 10th Grade 
5) Post-highschool
6) Freshman 

That is, as I've said, unless you have connections to the Moneys.

To sum it all up, 
Haynes' Academy is only limited and exclusive to either Money or Brains. 
Two completely different things.

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