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.

Time zone: 4 years before

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The name is Francesca, Francesca Bernadette de la Vera. Isa akong graduate ng BA Communication Major in Journalism which means na ako'y isang journalist or most specifically, isang reporter.

Passion ko na talaga ang journalism simula pagkabata. Panglaban lagi ako ng aking paaralan sa iba't ibang kompetisyon na may kinalaman sa pagsulat o pagbabalita. Nananalo at minsan ay natatalo.

Naging EIC na din ako ng school publication namin, EIC meaning: Editor-in-chief, ng ilang taon, up until I graduated. Grabi noh? Parang sinolo ko 'yong posisyong 'yon for almost four years. After highschool, ipinagpatuloy ko ang aking passion at kumuha ng kursong BA Communication Major in Journalism. Ipinanglaban ako for the very last time during my 3rd year. Mahirap kasing sumali sa mga kompetisyon kapag nasa kolehiyo na. Sobrang tambak ng gawain. Anyway, during my last competition, I surprisingly won. Pasok lagi ako sa top 5.

At dahil sa akin, naging sikat 'yong school ko. Sa 'di inaasahang pangyayari, nakapasok ako sa national level at nag-uwi ng first place sa larangan ng Radio broadcasting. Syempre, kasama ang mga teammates ko.

N'ong last year ko na sa kolehiyo ko, sumubok ako ng writing competition. Medyo contradicting sa sinabi ko na last sali ko na ng paligsahan last year. Nakapasok ako sa top 5 at naguwi muli ng 1st place sa national level sa larangan ng Feature Writing.

Dahil sa sunod-sunod na pagkapanalo, naging sikat ako sa ibang school, lalong-lalo na sa mga kumpanya na nangangailangan ng journalists. At pagkagraduate ko, doon ako pinag-agaw-agawan ng mga kumpanya.

Pinasukan ko ang XYX station. I really want to join their crew, and the fact na gusto nila akong kuhanin is a dream come true. My first job at my dream station was surreal, and I got to meet new friends.

Weeks after my first day at my first job, I wrote news about this actor from XYZ network. He was, at the time, a great actor who is mysterious and famous. Later, I found out about his family affairs. That controversy was about him cutting ties with his family, and it was a big scoop, and when it got out in the public, the whole world broke.

Well... not necessarily broke, but the whole world was shocked. It got worse when I broadcasted it. Our station became more well-known and, for some odd reasons, I got more famous. My life was never the same after that day. I was loaded with so many projects, was given many assignments, and was bombarded with endless questions on how I wrote such a successful article.

What was the name of that actor again? Let me check.

*grabs the newspaper*

Ahh, here it is...



















































































































































It was Lawrence Crowe Tirania.

Before you read this, I would like for you all to know that if you would like to see my inspiration for the setting, way of writing, and the terminology, go ahead and read Tsutomu Satou's light novel series, Irregular at Magic High School. The beginning of this novel is very similar his, but obviously the whole novel will not be using Tsutomu's writing and choreography as a guideline. 
So please go ahead and immerse yourself in his reading.
I hope you enjoy the start of a potentially very large web novel franchise!
Happy reading!

— The Clockmaker


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About two hours prior to the school's ceremony, a freshman gazed up at the complex with a gaze consisting of enigmatic components. In front of the auditorium where the ceremony would soon take place, the young man said nothing.

His uniform was at first glance quite fashionable for a school. In fact, it could be said that the design was intricate.
On the contrary, this was far from the case. 

It was not a matter of design in terms of gender-corresponding apparel compared to the small group of girls in the distance, who were walking in the direction of the auditorium, but the details that were missing on his attire. 

It would only make sense to have the school's emblem imbedded in the uniform of the students. Yet, the image of a black widow was not present in the freshman's empty space on his blazer. 

A conversation played back in his head. It wasn't as if the exchange of words affected his mindset, but it was definitely connected to his current situation.

"You can't be serious, Vyrin! There's no way you-!"
"Look, I'm surprised I made it into the institution at all... I'm also surprised how you managed to figure out my situation but I won't even begin to ask about that."

The words flowing through his head were the words of a yelling female and himself, who seemed to be attempting to calming the former down. Judging from the attitude, it was safe to assume that the female had a strong relation with the young man, although pushing it as far as "girlfriend" or "lover" was pretty excessive.

"Vyrin, your knowledge about Filo is as deep as a fucking textbook... How in the *world* did you land in Class E?! Here you landed in the prime spot so how-?"
"It's an academy focused on Puppeteering skills," the freshman's voice pointed out in his own thoughts. "Variant Filo Puppeteers aren't a decisive component in such a space."
"... But the gap between you and the others in every aspect I can think of is immense! If we're taking Puppeteering into account then even so-!"

...

His thoughts dispersed. 
The thought of attending a "school" was a misleading use of terminology. It was such a casual word that even the freshman standing before the institution mistakingly used the carefree word "school" to describe his new educational center. 

The female in his head obviously cared deeply for the young man, however the latter seemed to lack the capability to care. On the other hand, in a contradicting fashion, the way he spoke was that of a person who was aware of the other's feelings and wished to acknowledge them.
His appearance was indeed striking, however his presence implied that he was nothing more than an average young man with no "exceptional" qualities.

Excluding his erect posture and sharp, slicing eyes, he wasn't exactly the most flashy and attractive male.

Besides, there was only one reason why the freshman was losing himself in his thoughts.

'What should I do until the ceremony?' he thought as he heaved a sigh.

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If there was one thing that the freshman could declare that he had full confidence in stating, it was perception. Or, more specifically, his analytical nature. 

In moments he was able to dissect the complex of the academy: the main building, the practice building, and the experiment building. 
Just by the locations, shapes, and sizes of the constructs, the young man was able to memorize almost the entire layout of the academy before even entering, although the email he received did label some features of the buildings.

»An auditorium|gymnasium whose internal arrangements can be altered with transformation machinery; a reading center with four levels above ground and three levels below; two small gymnasiums; a composition building containing a changing room, shower room, an equipment-storage room, and club rooms; the mess hall, the cafeteria, and the attainment department were in another construct; for the icing on the cake, numerous large, and small, annexes placed made the academy appear to be more of a megaversity than a mere "academy".«

It should be noted that the only reason as to why the academy wasn't made into a megaversity in the first place was simply because it was big enough as it was for the current Puppeteer population.

Due to the ID cards being handed out following the ceremony, it wasn't like the wandering freshman could access any other portions of the complex. In other words, he had to search for something to kill time, namely sit down and relax.

Visitors couldn't go to the open café today in an effort to evade a chaotic scene.

The bricks under his shoes stood firm under his weight and the sun bathed the world around him in light. 

Proceeding to walk around for a couple minutes, using the portable console for navigation in order to fully memorize the complex before trusting himself, the young man spotted a series of benches resting in the shade of an overhang which was partially covered in leaves, surrounded by trees. The way it was set up, it was almost impossible to miss it, yet no individuals seemed to be sitting there.

'Perfect weather... Hopefully it keeps up,' the young man faintly thought. After sitting on one of the four-men benches, he opened up the weather portal and scrolled through the various passages.

'So this is part of a courtyard... which seems to be a shortcut from the composition building to the auditorium,' he couldn't help but point out.

"Whoa, it's a Class E student," a whisper sounded from a passing student's back. Unfortunately, more ill-will followed.

"Yeah... Wonder why a Vestigial is already here."
"Dunno. I mean, he's nothing but a leftover."

Unwanted words trickled into the young man's ears.

"Vestigials" were the referred students in the academy that scored in Class C-3 or lower. The term "vestigial" was referred to as an unimportant component in one's body due to evolution. Eventually, the word converted to describe a useless, unimportant individual in the academies.

Class E students were given even less respect. Not only that, but Class E students didn't even have the designated space for the emblem to go on, as well as a lack of design in the back of their collar, so picking them out was a piece of cake. 

"Vitals" were the referred students in the academy that scored higher than Class C-3, all the way up to Class S-1. As expected, the term for "vitals" didn't change, still describing an important component in pretty much anything. 

It was clear how big the gap of respect was between the two collective bodies of people.

The set standard for freshmen at the academy was 300; quite a low number even compared to the average high schools in the country. 

Half of them were students in Class C-3 and below. If another student were to transfer and have the capability of Class C-2, however were near the bottom of the scorers above Class C-3, then they were turned away and given a spot for next year. 

This explained why the young man was 16 years old, yet was a freshman in the fine institution.

Because of the academy's status as a Domestic Megaversity of Puppeteering-affiliated institution, the exchange of granted budget from the country and the definitiveness of results from the academy was an obligation. 

The sole purpose for the academy to be established under national policy was for nurturing Puppeteers. No less.

Every year, more than 140 students graduate and go on to either the Domestic Megaversity of Puppeteering, or enroll in Puppeteering Application Establishment of Specialized Elite Training. 

Becoming a Puppeteer was not a simple order. If one were to have a single unfortunate accident, a conclusion ending with something exponentially beyond a "minor issue" could occur. It was needless to say that this involved the Puppeteer's own life.
By sacrificing everything and pouring one's life into their training; this was what it meant to become a Puppeteer. 

The very psychological structure of a Puppeteer could be permanently impaired by these accidents. Through intensive learning and basic trainings, these fatal, severe mistakes have been mostly neutralized. 

That didn't mean that accidents involving Puppeteering and making the Puppeteer drop out due to circumstances was small, either. 

Albeit considered "useless", the Classes C-3 and below were made to fill them in. 
After all, all the country needed were results. If by enhancing low-class students even just enough, the requisite would be considered cleared.

These classes could use all of the same facilities as the upper classes could; all of the buildings, technologies, and equipment was entirely free for the lower classes to use.

The catch?

The lower classes, "Vestigials", did not receive any personal instruction in practical Puppeteering skills. 
One must show results through their own works.
Even if this was the case, if they could not graduate from a Puppeteering academy, then advancing to the Domestic Megaversity of Puppeteering was an impossibility, and they would have to graduate from a normal high school.

Of course, this was expected by the lower class students. If given the privilege to even become a vestigial asset in a Puppeteering academy, they were informed that personal teachings were not to be given, and under that condition, must graduate the academy in order to pursue the way of Puppeteering. 
The quantity of Puppeteering instructors was inadequate, so it was only expected for the higher classes to receive the aid of experienced Puppeteers.

Still, despite all this, it was forbidden to refer to the lower class students as "Vestigials" and the higher class students as "Vitals".

Contradicting the point of forbidding it in the first place, the terms were etched into the students' heads, especially the lower class students. 
Nobody knew who was discriminated the most except for the discriminated themselves.
The lower classes knew this. 

This included the freshman currently looking at the weather on his portable console.

'You make it sound like I didn't already know that,' he thought indifferently, reading the predicted future weather conditions on his console.

In the futuristic setting of 2709, the young man with the unique name of ‘Vyrin’ has just began to attend one of the two most prestigious institutions in the United States: the Partnered Puppeteering Academy of the Eastern Gate.

Times have changed: the United States was compacted into two Gates: the Western and the Eastern, with urbanization taking over even the previously barren lands of the mountains in the far west. The discovery of fiction material becoming a realization has been made and the increasing production of supernatural events rose. 

In this day and age, it was almost impossible to live an ordinary life. Unfortunately, Vyrin would soon learn this first-hand.

<Thank You>
 
Well first I thank all of you who read After School Tuition Centre, I know I know everyone thank their readers. Well if you wrote a novel and no one read, vote for it, or add it into their collection will you still want to write?
 
If yes then you are a God, bye bye you can go now. If no then…thank everyone who has supported you all this time.
 
I also want to thank my friends who unknowingly became my lab rats, for quite some time I let them react to the first few ASTC.
 
Well I did not let them know I was writing a novel at the busiest year of our lives, instead I told them stories about the chapters and ask them is it funny?
 
Thank guys…
 
<Inspiration>
 
When I first started ASTC, I read a manga called Grand Blue. It was one of the reasons why I wanted to write ASTC, other than that there was also a song called Gag by Hoshino Gen.
 
Without Gag ASTC first few moments will never occur in my mind and the web novel might never be written.
 
Then there was Giddens, his During Class Don't series is why my writing style turned like this. Yes, he taught me this hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
 
But the biggest inspiration of them all is actually my friends that I go to tuition with.
 
<Background>
 
Since I was young I was considered one of the rare Asians who don't need to go to tuition the moment you could start speaking (my sister not so lucky). It was until I was form 4, the same time where ASTC started that I went to tuition for the first time in my life and that tuition centre I went to became After School Tuition Centre. (From now on I will be referring to the tuition centre I went to as After School Tuition Centre.)
 
But that isn't the first time I went to After School Tuition Centre, when I was a kid I followed my sister to send her of for her first day at After School Tuition Centre. Little did I know years later I would come back there and write a novel about my days there.
 
Not everything is perfect, during my first year I hated it there. I did not attended the tuition centre on day one, instead I went there around august which is really really late. Everyone already know each other and I turned into the lonely kid, and dumb me decided to forget to bring my calculator to class. (You ever tried to do physics without a calculator? Don't). And then yours truly place his add maths classes after his physics classes.
 
By that point I already felt like shit and just wanted to get this over with, I just sat down and starred at the teacher. (Really nice guy by the way.) And then a friend of mine that I have known since primary school walked in, I do not know that he was attending tuition there. If I did not decided to place all my classes in one day because I was lazy, ASTC would not exist because he then told me that there are others attending tuition on another day, Monday and Friday was the only day that no one from my will be there. I unknowingly picked the short end of the stick. (I blame add maths for this, two classes per week and both of them are during Thursday and Friday.)
 
So I stayed for the rest of the year and things turned from bad to okay, but it was the second year I was there that changed everything.
 
Five guys from the same school, one table and one crazy teacher. So one day I thought to myself, since I don't feel like writing The Damn Hunter might as well write a new novel. (Totally forgot there was a girl, but our tuition centre did not allow girls and boys to sit together unless if it is a punishment. Plus she always sat behind us and I don't grow eyes on my back.)
 
You all know about the sudden hiatus of ASTC right? If you don't during July ASTC stopped updating and there were two reasons for that. The first is a burnout from me and the second is one of the guys left, he changed his class to another day so he could see a girl he likes. (The girl did not know about him…but I respected that and sometimes he showed up with us occasionally)
 
And that is how ASTC was born. No one knows about this novel, and their personalities and names are changed. A good portion of the events are true and was used as an idea for ASTC chapter.
 
I also used another version of ASTC pilot for my SPM essay, all I can say is the person who marked my paper is a true man of culture. (Including the person who marked my 1119 paper, I don't know why you give ASTC 2A, but I still think that the score is too high. XD)
 
<Advice>
 
I know some of you younger ones reading this might hate this, but if you read this during 2020 and you are 20 years old then you are the old guy here.
 
If you are still in school, treasure every moment with your friends. You will miss them, you might not now but you will soon after you graduate. I was lucky enough to go on a trip with my friends( Not the ones from the tuition centre)and have a fun time at CF that year.
 
Other than that, don't create impossible deadlines for yourself. I mentioned that ASTC went into hiatus and one of the reasons is burnout, during a two week school holiday I decided to finish ASTC. To finish writing a whole novel in two weeks seems easy, especially for ASTC because the number of words rarely exceeded 800, but in one week I wrote 40+ chapters and decided to stop writing and just study the holiday away.
 
I hated ASTC during that time, I truly hated this novel. Plus the bad collections, views and power stones vote did not really help much.
 
After that one week, I kept on calculating how much longer till I reach my deadline and let me tell you something. 
 
The deadline is on September of 2019, it is almost the end of June 2020 (I finished the novel during June and finish publishing during July).
 
If it is a deadline made by your boss then follow it, you don't have much choice. But if it is your own deadline, then forget about it and never force yourself to chase time until you die.
 
<What will happen next?>
 
For starters I will take a break, I just finished Two Stack: A DOTA2 Story and immediately started writing ASTC. I don't know how long my break will last, but I don't think it will be that long.
 
For ASTC, this isn't a true end. ASTC is a part of the series I called the real life series which includes Two Stack and love between musicians, but the end of ASTC will mark a hiatus for the real life series for some time. ASTC will get occasional extra chapters, some that are already planned and some for example A Normal First Day was created by for other purposes but was not used.
 
For those readers who like all my work (I know you don't exist, if you do message me.) The Damn Hunter will come back for a while. While we are talking, a chapter has been released and the details for the release rate is written in the author's note.
 
If you really like my comedy, I think you could guess what I'm going to do next. I will be writing my next comedy will I'm working on two other novels, so don't really have your hopes up.
 
I would be attending university during September so I don't know how much longer I could write. But I hope that I could keep on continue writing and tell the stories that I want to tell.
 
<The End>
 
Thank you for reading After School Tuition Centre.
 
If you are interested in my other words just click on my profile. (Just don't click Path To The Top, God of Sabers or Love Between Musicians.)
 
Goodbye and enjoy the extra chapters of After School Tuition Centre.

Ahh! 

School had ended and it is time to go home and relax... 

Who am I lying to? I have tuition after school every day, being forced to learn some useless facts with a bunch of idiots with the risk of being killed by a back scratcher.

You don't know what tuition is?

Count yourself lucky, but if you are curious…

Come and join a colourful cast of characters as they give you the most inaccurate representation of what a tuition center is!

An adventure filled with laughs, love, friendships, perverts, and stupidity. Not so sure about the friendship and love part, but the stupidity and perverts are one hundred percent correct!

At this point, you know how and when our darkness manifested. As for when and how exactly we contracted it, even I myself do not know the answers. I only know and write my own experiences. I can't answer all my own questions, let alone anyone else's.  I may have lived through this ordeal for years, but I am no expert. I'm not entirely sure an expert in the darkness even exists….

By the point that my families darkness's were already manifesting, I was sixteen years old, just entering into adulthood. This is the age that many people are coming into their own. The age that they discover just who they are, and, many times, when they get into the most trouble.

Unfortunately, my sisters and I were unable to enjoy out time in our young adult years. Instead, we had to worry about whether of not we would be able to make it to the next day, alive, safe, and sane.

During the time that our darkness was manifesting, my sisters and I were still attending school. Though, my youngest sister did not graduate and my oldest sister's schooling was very different than ours, often, we did not consider her to have graduated, myself and my second sister were both able to finish elementary, middle and high school and graduate successfully from all three. Often, when I remember back, I am quite surprised that we were able to push through everything happening and graduate successfully. It wasn't as if our darkness was considerate of us sitting in a silent classroom, taking a test. They didn't care f we were in the bathroom, with others our age waiting in line. It would reach out to my sister and brush her hair from her face and she tried to stay silent during that test. It would leave me there, in the bathroom stall for hours, gone from reality, while others waited and called for held. The excuses we gave grew longer and more complex, after all, you can only tell them you merely hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before so many times before they start to get suspicious.

As I have said before, however, we, at this point, or at least I at this point, did not know that our situations were unique. In fact, I had always believed that it was something that everyone went through, but no one spoke about. I figured that there were others who did not have such severe cases, even accepted that there were perhaps people that did not have to deal with the darkness at all. But, I still thought it was normal, to some extent. I thought that perhaps I was weaker then others, that maybe the darkness wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. Other's didn't complain about it. It was a source of embarrassment for me. Why couldn't I do as others? Why couldn't I just function in a normal capacity like others?

My youngest sister's manifestation was quite similar to my own. Though, it seemed harder for her. While I was able to stay on track with my studies, she was not. She was behind in her studies; her darkness took her education from her. I think this brought her embarrassment. I do not blame or judge her for giving up her education. I know how hard it is. I know how it feels when you can't be sure if what you've just heard was real…or imagined. If your memories are real, if who you are is real.

By the time I finished my schooling, I had spoke about my darkness with one other outside of my family. A boy that I had met and fallen in love with. At least, at the time I believed that I had fallen in love. I look back now, and realize that I was only hiding behind him. You see, when I was with him, I never had any of my manifestation symptoms surface. At first, I did not notice that my darkness went into remission around the boy. In his presence, it was as if the darkness could not reach me. I began to know myself at that time. Or…I thought that I began to know myself. I was wrong, as I often am. I was only becoming who I thought others wanted me to be. I placed this boy and his friends and his family high above my own family. High above myself. My insecurities grew, though I did not notice. I tried too hard to be who he and those around him wanted me to be. I say that I told him about my darkness and my situation, but that isn't entirely true. I told him about the disappearance of my father and spoke of my mother's ever increasing mood swings. If I had spoken more in depth about my families' situation, perhaps I would have known earlier that it was far more unique and strange than I originally believed it to be. Perhaps, I would have then been able to attempt to understand it earlier and tried to rid myself and my family of it. It may have worked. It may not have been too late. Maybe, by the time that we finally did something about it, it had been inside us for too long. Had already become a part of us, a part of who we were. Are. If I had tried to do something before…maybe could have been able to live the rest of our lives without the darkness. Without the ever present fear and caution.

As it was, I was not the only one that noticed a disappearance of my darkness while in the presence of this boy. My second sister also noticed it. She too wanted to be in his presence. I think back now, with my future knowledge and wonder it I was perhaps wrong in my analysis of her intentions. They would write each other letter, just as he and I would write to each other. I didn't like that. I didn't like that he was giving her his attention as he would me. That jealousy that I had developed towards her as a child reared it's head once more. I demanded he stop writing to her. Demanded that he no longer return her letters.

He did as I asked….

To this day, I do not know what they wrote about. When I asked to see the letters that she had sent him, he refused. I knew their letters were longer and more in depth than our own. I had seen them. When he wrote to me, he would write perhaps a page, at most. When he wrote to her…there were many pages. I asked one day why his responses were so much longer when he wrote to her. His reply is what caused me to ask that he stop writing her. He told me that my own letters had little substance in them, that I was writing only to write. But hers…he said that he could not reply or answer them with only a few words or sentences. He needed to write much more in order to respond. I was afraid then. Afraid that he would see that there was nothing inside of me. Nothing, except what the darkness had placed there. So, I betrayed my sister for a boy that I thought was my first love.

I think…she needed him. Needed someone to pull her back from that ever extending hand in her shadow. I denied her that. I left her to deal with that sinister darkness all alone due to my own selfishness and low confidence. I have said before, I am no hero. And, I say now; I am selfish. I needed to feel that the earth I stood upon was real. He gave that to me. I did not even consider that my own sister needed the same thing. Needed someone to show her that the darkness was defend-able against. I took so much from her…

My relationship with my second sister, at this point, reached an all time low. She detested me, as I detested her. It's regrettable. We were so close, yet by the time we reached the age that we should have been the most carefree and loving, we instead hated each other. I was so preoccupied with myself that I pushed all knowledge about my families struggle from my mind. I focused entirely on myself and my own problems. When that darkness reached out from the shadows and nearly stole my sister from this world right in front of me, I pretended not to see. When my youngest sister was having trouble connecting with this world, I forgot my own previous struggles and blamed her. I forced myself to be someone that I wasn't, in the hopes that the boy would never leave me. Never leave me as I had left my family. Alone and surrounded by the darkness.

A family enveloped by darkness. 
The story told by a sister; a daughter.
She may not be a hero, but she was there, she saw it happen.

This is a story that I was previously posting on my blog, I have since taken it off except for the first four chapters and plan to continue it here. 

The update rate is a chapter a week (I know that's low) One of the reason's this is, is because I currently have two active novels on this site and one that I'm trying to work on the sequel to. I have two jobs and very little time to write. 

I will not drop this novel halfway through, though I may have to take a hiatus if life throws even more lemons at me while I'm walking down the street. If that happens, while I am making said lemonaid, I will post on here that I have to take a hiatus rather than just disappear.

It is the final story.
Thank you.

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"I am sorry, I am sorry ... I am sorry for ignorance of intelries ..."



　I was a room for me who was made in St. St. Girls' College, and I was fucking a woman with a squirrel.



　From that day I made Sayuri and Olivia mine, I left home and live in this room. Of course, I have not even gone to school.

　I colored the pretty students in this school and called it to this room via the school girls, and I scolded themselves.



　Women outside the school got colored by letting the lovers who made me take photos, and invited them into this room to have plenty of vaginal cum shot.



　This woman right now I am also not an official of this school.

　A beautiful female doctor and a famous gynecologist in the neighborhood.



　In a pose of naked soba seed, I'm making a way to cover it from behind.



　I wanted a lot of human resources with medical knowledge now.

　Why is that ... ....

　Sayaka Rina and Sayaka plucked myself around me, I was watching our copulation. The stomach is bulging with pokori.



　Yes, they got pregnant.

　When I have sex I am completely inside the vagina. There is ovulation without the concept of sex. If I repeat such a thing, it is commonplace to pregnant.



　The women in this world have never given birth. Therefore, in order to give birth safely even a little, cooperation of people who have knowledge of women's body is indispensable.



　So this was a beautiful female doctor stabbing a white ball 's dick. It is gynecology that seems to be reliable in the world without obstetrics. The reason was very simple. Together with my excellent knowledge of health and physical education, I will be able to survive this difficulty.

　In addition, for the insurance when it comes to emergency, a graduate of this school, a surgeon famous for this beauty also plans to do it for me.



　A girl who approaches me and kisses me. About a while ago, in order to show a model for making a sex child to this female doctor, I am a student of a school I just had a virgin cut off.

　While I am enjoying kissing, I strike a beautiful female doctor 's ass, and move the eyes only with Sayaka. The stomach has begun to swell. There is still time.



　But in the next few months, this world's first birth is done. Well, since I did not find out about past births, I do not really know whether it is the world first ... ....

　Still, it is certain that my child will be born. Perhaps a man who erects like me may be born. Furthermore, if you grow up with me, you will grow while watching every day of sex pickles.

　Like me, the erotic concept may sprout.



　I have decided to vaginal cum shot to the women who can not count yet. And I will continue to plant various girls until I die.

　My child will grow more and more. Human beings with an Eloy concept increase. How will this world change when that happens?



　While thinking about such a thing, I casually shuddered semen in the vagina of a beauty female doctor.

　However, my erection still can not be overcome. Timely, Sayuri came into the room with a single girl student.



　The girls seemed surprised at the situation in the room, but I held the girl around without concern. Show me a scary expression.

　Of course the uterus of this girl will also fill with my child making juice.



　It does not matter who got pregnant. I do not mind how the world has changed.



　Yes, because I have the only erotic knowledge in the world where the concept of sex is gone, I decided to cum into the beautiful girls.











I have the only erotic knowledge in the world where the concept of sex is gone, I am the one I decided to vaginal cum shot into the girls

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Thank you so much for having a relationship with me!



Takasaka Toki's story is complete.



All I could finish writing to the end is thanks to everyone's support.

Moreover, I thank you for your cooperation that I was able to take first place in each day, week, month.

Reading, Bugma, Evaluation, Impression, It really became vitality to continue writing.



Regarding the next work, it is in a state where only neta is present, so I would like to post again if it is possible to shape it as a work.

At that time, thankfully for this work, I would appreciate it if you could get involved again.



Finally I thank you from the bottom of my heart for seeing this work again.



I'm really thankful to you! !

Heard the sayings:

"Education is the key to success" 

"Teacher is the noblest profession " 

"Teacher holds the future of the new generation" 

"Teaching can not make you rich" 

"Teaching is a life-long learning process" 

"Teaching makes you single forever"

The last one was the truest of tham all. Haha (who can relate to this) 

Hi! I am Juana Dela Cruz a typical Filipina. Welcome to my novel like journal. I am currently 24 years old this year. I am a Math teacher in a public shool here on the Philippines. Last June 2019 is my first anniversary in my teaching career as a public school teacher.

I graduated last 2016 at a prestigious University in our province in terms of education . I am also a high school graduate in the said University. I have my practice teaching there for On-Campus and Off-Campus Practice Teaching there. 

Right after graduation I tried to apply in a private school. This is referred to me by my English major friend who is already hired there. Luckily, the same day of my application, I also signed the contract with the owner. I thought my heart will go out of my ribcage because of nervouseness. 

July 2016 was the first month of my work. Weekdays I teach and at the same time every weekends I have my review for board exam. Because of this I have a dengue for a week. I am confined to a hospital. I haven't even used my Philhealth. I did not even come to school and my review. I missed a lot of lesson but thankfully I fully recovered. 

I taught in a private school for two years as a junior and senior high teacher. The salary is not bad. My co-teachers are very friendly. My principal is very motgerly, we are all well-loved. Now that I am teaching in a public school, I really miss my old school. You can teach whatever and however you like. Because resources are always available. We are having one-mong in-service training. International and national speakers are invited. We are introduced to different teaching and learning styles. A lot of teaching strategies and methods. It is a school where learning and innovation never stops. But it is just like a dream now. Hahaha. How I wish.. 

Bact to reality, I am currently an adviser of grade 7 students this year. This will be my second time. I have two Math subjects and two TLE subjects. Our school is a large category (I think) because the population is between 800-900 students junior high and senior hig students. 

THE REASON I start writing this is because of pent up experiences and stress I am accumulating where I can not share openly. Though I have friends to talk to. May I have student readers here for them to know how a teacher feels in everyday life. 

I once a student
who complains, 
who makes mistakes, 
who mock some teacher, 
who makes 'kalokohan' things in my life,
who makes the life of a teacher tougher, 
who makes memories with lifelong friends, 
who appreciates a good deed made by an inspiring teacher.

Hey guys, I'm thinking of creating a ******* for 2 reasons. One, I think it'll keep me motivated. Every single day when I write a chapter, my mother comes in and demoralizes me saying there's no point and asking me if I don't want to become a writer then stop writing. I'm a recent high school graduate. I have no financial aid for college so I have to live at home meaning I have to stay with her and hear every demoralizing insults in the book. Honestly, I'm close to hitting my breaking point. If I can get even a single dollar, I would feel much more motivated. Two, I'm just entering college so it would be extremely helpful to get even a single dollar more. I'm planning on just making a $1 a month tier so that anyone could have access. I don't think it would be fair to ask for more as I think that I could only write 1 or at most 2 chapters further than what I post here. I plan to do this with all three of my novels. Now here comes the schedule. Now that the competition is over, I would have to concentrate on writing all 3 of my novels again. So I decided that when I have $10 a month, I'll write 2 chaps for one novel and 1 chap for the other 2 novels. It'll alternate every week. So basically, I would have to write 3 chaps for one novel (2 for here and 1 for *******) and 2 chaps for the other two. I think that if there is monetary gain of doing this, I'll be motivated enough. I know it's disheartening to hear that the author is only doing this for money, but like I said I'm close to hitting my breaking point and I just need that extra push to help me write more. Even if no one wants to donate, it's alright I'll still write. I don't know what to do for the schedule at that point, but I'll still write. Once again thank you for the support. For now, I'm going to concentrate on pushing Wizardry System. I'm going to write occasionally for the other two, but for now WS is top priority. I'm sorry IHE audiences, I don't think I can follow the 2 chaps a week rule for now now that I have 2 other novels to write.

EDIT: I just created the ******* account. Here it is https://www.*******.com/jeffreytown

Chris tried hacking his favorite game, but once he successfully hacked it, a frown appeared and then he passed out. When he came back to life, he realized he obtained a hacking system.

A good number of authors in Webnovels are still going to school. I always felt respect for these authors because they are able to sneak some time in their busy schedule to still write their stories. 

There are a few authors I know like Rianolinon, and Zehell who updates on a daily basis. These two are the princesses of the 'Daily Updates and Fantasy section' and their novels are often featured on a weekly basis. 

There was an author in the Inkstone Server that once said that as long as you can update on a daily/regular basis, you will get readers. In my opinion, this is very true. When I was still a reader, I prefer reading novels that are updated on a daily basis. It gives me something to look forward to every day.

Also, updating on a daily basis gives you a higher chance to appear on the "Daily Updates Section" that can only be seen (I think) when using browsers. Well, most people read using their cellphones while others (like me) prefer to read them using a desktop.

For new writers who want to have traction/exposure in Webnovels, uploading daily chapters might give you that fan base you are hoping for. Of course, you also need to write an interesting story in order to make them stay. 

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Mr.McGuffin: @Rianolinon You are supposed to be writing.

Rianolinon: I am writing I swear.

Mr.McGuffin: Now you are sharing roblox accounts hehe.

Namake: Jesus! You've had an account since 2010

Rianolinon: No. I played in 2010, not account. My first account was made in 2011.

Namake: Ah. My account is a 2011 account.

Rianolinon: I was like 5 years old in 2010. I didnt know anything about email. How in the world would I make an account? Lol

Namake: Lmao.

Reinesse: Y'all are crazy.

Rianolinon: No we're not.

Reinesse: I was playing cooking mama at five yo.

Rianolinon: Well, I was playing plants vs zombies.

Namake: That reminds me, I've been wanting to download overcooked.

Reinesse: Same.

Rianolinon: Some strategy game that involved like different teams. 

Mr.McGuffin: I played Roblox "Illegally" in elementary school becoz I could trick the teachers into thinking it was something else.

Rianolinon: and u needed to get resources, and build stuff, and get troops then wage war that game was so difficult.

Namake: @Mr. McGuffin I have done 3 school projects where I used roblox or minecraft to build them. God I miss highschool *sob emoticon* It was so goddamn easy.

Mr.McGuffin: My school system has a vendetta against tech.

Rianolinon: I suck, I dont do homework. I surprisingly type my novel once a day, but I don't do homework. Priorities at best. Just like how I should have finished typing my chapter 2 hours ago.

Elyon: You got your priorities messed up.

Rianolinon: Yet I am still typing it.

Mishak: How do guys manage school and writing?

Rianolinon: School work in school. If I don't finish well rip me.

Mishak: You find time to finish school work in school?

Rianolinon: Nah. I don't even do it.

Mr.McGuffin: Ummm, work school work writing coffee then the cycle repeats lol. That is my summer schedule at least.

Mishak: It was impossible to do anything other than school work especially when I was in high school.

Mr.McGuffin: haha. Nah, HS is a joke. I've had one hard class and that was bc the teacher hated me.

Mishak: HS is a joke? *flushed emoticon*

Mr.McGuffin: still got an A. Yeah I finished all my HS requirements by my 11th grade year. I can technically graduate a year early, but i get free college classes if I don't so.

Mishak: Hmm well, it was one of the busiest times college was fun.

Rianolinon: Hey, do realize Mr.McGuffin literally gets 100% on everything don't even talk to that inhuman being.

Mishak: Haha.

Rianolinon: I'm human ok, I'm getting C's.

Mishak: Me too @Rianolinon

Mr.McGuffin: College is okay so far. But all I'm doing is the classes in the morning then racing back to my HS for all my electives like Building construction.

Rianolinon: Honestly what should I go for in college if I want to be an author?

Mr.McGuffin: idk.

Rianolinon: Or should I just go for Computer Science anyway?

Mr.McGuffin: I'm gonna be an engineer.

Mishak: Go for Journalism.

Rianolinon: My delicate fingers aren't made for engineering.

Mr.McGuffin: Hehe, it is just a bunch of math numbers instead of words.

Murakami: My delicate brain isn't made for engineering.

Mishak: I hated HS math.

[A/N: Math hated me.]

Rianolinon: Misha what are u taking right now?

Mr.McGuffin: hehe.

Mishak: I hated HS physics.

Elyon: Why don't you just take teaching course for English? @Rianolinon and teach kids.

Mr.McGuffin: I LOVED PHYSICS.

Rianolinon: Elyon because stage fright.

Elyon: You want to be a streamer and you got stage fright?

Mishak: @Rianolinon I had bio major.

Rianolinon: Besides, I don't talk much. So, streamer and literally stage fright two different things I hide my face.

Murakami: lol

Elyon: *facepalm emoticon*

Mr.McGuffin: I used to be too scared to talk in game chats.

Xan: No wonder when I watch your stream @Rianolinon You don't talk.

Murakami: hnnn.

Rianolinon: Well, I do talk well. Only the 3 recent streams.

Elyon: Well?

Rianolinon: Since headset with mic came.

Elyon: Then why don't you try?

Rianolinon: last week or 2 weeks, but I TRY. I TRY OKAY, but I speak so softly.

Mr.McGuffin: Hey aren't you supposed to be typing?

Rianolinon: Mic barely captures my voice.

Mishak: @Rianolinon you should go for journalism.

Elyon: Nothing will be lost by trying. Get out of your safety zone and start beating some kids with a stick.

[A/N: I was just being sarcatic ok? Kids, don't do this at home!]

Rianolinon: I published already What is journalism?

Mr.McGuffin: okay @Elyon Literally all teachers know how to do.

Mishak: News anchor, writing for newspapers TV, etc kinda.

Mr.McGuffin: I've had 2 good teachers.

Rianolinon: I mean, that's some decent pay I was watching some Youtube ad.

Elyon: Journalism is a good course if you plan to stream and be a vlogger.

Rianolinon: "Quick tips on earning money just by typing" something about typing for blogs and stuff $45/1hr.

Mishak: Nothing lol.

Mr.McGuffin: If i could type as fast you guys I wouldn't mind such jobs.

Elyon: Do you need fast typing speed to flip burger patties?

Rianolinon: Nah.

Elyon: xD

Mr.McGuffin: Yes. Hehe.

Rianolinon: How much is the salary of Mcdonalds anyway?

Elyon: They don't accept cats.

Rianolinon: NYAA.

Elyon: You better try cat cafes. They employ cats there.

Mr.McGuffin: I have a friend who works at McDonald. But only because they are one of the few places in my town hiring minors.

Rianolinon: Gonna switch to phone.

Mr.McGuffin: It is min wage not salary.

Xan: McDonald here pay $10 / day.

Mr.McGuffin: I feel bad for you.

Elyon: It depends on the country. Here in the Philippines you can buy a whole cake for $10.

Mr.McGuffin: Ours pays $8.55 an hour and you work (As a minor) for 6-8 hours.

Rianolinon: I'm angry I hit restart instead of shutdown.

Mr.McGuffin: Smooth.

Elyon: A WHOLE CAKE and my niece from Australia said when she came for a visit "EVERYTHING HERE IS CHEAP!" lmao.

Rianolinon: Head to Vietnam. That's the definition of cheap.

Mishak: or Burma.

Rianolinon: I can literally survive on meals in Vietnam for an entire week with 1 usd.

Elyon: Holy Crap! That's cheap!

Reinesse: Wow.

Mishak: No. It isn't like that.

Mr.McGuffin: I carry $100 on me at all times so I'd get robbed. lol

Elyon: I almost believed her. *glares at cat person*

Mishak: *joy emoticon*

Rianolinon: I'm Vietnamese. I've been to Vietnam multiple times.

Mishak: Bah.

Elyon: You mean you just eat noodles and eggs for a week and call that eating.

Rianolinon: My family in Vietnam owns a restaurant.

Elyon: Lmao. I see.

Mishak: @Rianolinon Do you have a passport? *joy emoticon*

Rianolinon: Yes. Do you want me to get kicked out of America that badly? 

Mishak: Ah then I believe her.

Elyon: So you are able to survive eating steamed vegetables.

Reinesse: @Rianolinon Ofc you can survive in Viet for one week you don't have to pay for food!

Rianolinon: I mean, Ur rite, I don't.

Elyon: Facepalms.

Mr.McGuffin: Exposed.

Elyon: Someone stop me. I'll stab this cat!

Mishak: *joy emoticon* ew.

Mr.McGuffin: This is how I feel about this conversation. It gets worse the more you read into it

Rianolinon: $1 for an entire week is maybe too exaggerated. $3 for an entire week just on food. I only need $1 though Dun eat much.

Mishak: @Rianolinon rest.

Rianolinon: No.

Mishak: You need that now.

Rianolinon: No! It's only 11:00 pm

Mishak: go to sleep.

Rianolinon: Nyaa! Why must I sleep nya!

Mishak: Kiddos need to sleep at that hour.

Rianolinon: Nyo!!!

Mishak: goodnight.

Rianolinon: Nyo!


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Authors Thoughts

This past week, my friends that are still in University/College had their exams. Most of them were very anxious about their upcoming tests and were studying (or not) diligently to pass them. 

Because of this, some were not able to write their chapters because they had to study. I can only wish them the best (and laugh at their misery). May all of you be able to pass your exams with flying (failing) colors!

*Evil Smirk*

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