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[Monday, Registration]

"I HAVE GOT A GREAT IDEA!" 

Once again Sean has entered almost late screaming about another hit game he has come up with for us. What'll it be this time? Chess? Some sort of card game? Maybe something involving physical movement and getting tied up in a knot. Perhaps we plan to summon some sort of demon and serve him for the rest of our lives. Maybe we need to collect six stones? The possibilities are endless.

"Let's have a competition!"

"Say what it is first, then we can say if we are in or not."

"Writing competition!" 

A writing competition? That just sounds like a way to make this any more confusing than it already is. Writing inside writing, talk about meta.

"Sure." It's only writing, how hard can it be.

"I'm also in. I already know what I shall write about." Ethan seemed pumped and ready to go. Hopefully, he loses. Not to be harsh but I hope I win this.

"Are we going to have a theme?" I asked. I want us to all be on equal footing.

"Nope, Go for whatever you want. As long as it is less than 500 words it is ok. Let's say, we have 10 minutes and then we read them all out loud."

Got it, Seemed fair. I'm pumped for once. Let's do this! Except. What do I write about.

# # #

Time went by so quickly. They were both writing for the whole 10 minutes, crossing out tons of lines whilst I sat in my seat thinking for the whole time. I guess I'll have to improvise, once I hear both of their stories I'll think of something.

"Ok, who wants to go first?" Ethan asked.

"I shall as it was my idea." Sean was confident as usual. I hope it is bad.

"I call it, The Little Boy who Wished."
What a great title. I didn't know we needed a title. I better come up with something.

"One day, there was a young child. He sat at home every day whilst his mother cleaned and his dad worked. He always dreamed of being something bigger but he never knew what. The boy always enjoyed watching TV and letting his imagination run wild. He would often get bullied by the kids at school for standing out and being too active, but he just wanted to join in with the rest. One day he comes home to his find his mother laying on the floor passed out. The boy runs up to her, screaming and crying, unsure of what to do. The mother tells the boy not to worry. As everything will be ok. In her last breath, she tells the boy that she wishes for him to grow up and become a footballer. The boy shocked that his mother had just died in front of him takes her advice and becomes a footballer. The end!"

What a touching story. I'm not sure I fully understood it but Ethan is crying so he clearly understood something.

"Ok." Ethan said wiping away the tears. "I shall go next."
"Hehe. I'm a little nervous." Ethan's face was annoying me. He hadn't even started reading but he already looked as if he had won. Whatever he was about to read is probably going to be cringy.

"I call it, Forbidden Love."

Ok, this is going to be stupid.

"A boy lived in isolation by a dock.
Before him, appeared a goddess, unlike anything he had ever seen.
She stumbled along in rough clothes and socks.
Wanting to explore a place she had never been.

The boy approached her with a smile.
Conversation started and laughter shortly followed.
They spent some time together to make it worthwhile.
But she had to depart and the boy was now hollowed.

The next day he noticed the girl
Across the dock with someone new.
He watched from afar looking at a pearl.
Who smiled brighter than yesterday, he knew it was true.

He left eventually to which he thought was smart.
He had watched for hours, his heart felt torn.
He couldn't understand the feeling inside his heart.
But by the end of it, he wished he had never been born.

Thank you for listening."
I-I don't know what to say. Compared to Sean, this is something else. not only did he decide to do a poem but both me and Sean are in tears. I was expecting something funny that I could insult him with but now I'm choking on my tears. The whole class was listening to him and gave him a standing ovation. The teacher was ready to resign and give her job to Ethan as he was clearly the man for the job.

"Owen, you are last."

How can I compete with that? I should have gone first. If I had known Ethan was doing a poem I would have gone first or at least made Ethan go last. Now anything I do will suck in comparison. 

"Ok. I call it, I Regret Everything (and should have gone last)."

"Well, this is going to be depressing." Ethan whispered to Sean.

"Shush. I can hear you. I'm trying to read my story."

"Sorry, Sorry. go ahead."

"Thank you.

One day there was a child who was abandoned by his loved ones. He survived on his own for many years. He made himself breakfast. Went to school. Studied. Everything he did by himself.
To his class, he was something perfect. He was seen as an inspiration who everyone should look up to. 
But on the inside that isn't true. Every night the child stays up till 4AM wishing he would fall asleep. Wishing the pressure would leave him. 
As school exams approached he kept up his act. He worked his hardest and made sure no one worried about him. But back at home, he was studying for hours. Overworking himself every night just to make sure he passed.
He cries himself to sleep from the stress that had taken over him. Entering the only place he felt safe; inside his dreams.
He wished to sleep every night and live life easier than his own. He wanted to be someone better and greater and to live in a more interesting place. He found himself sleeping in on the weekends to escape his life which quickly turned into him sleeping in on school nights.
He worked nonstop until the sun rose and slept for 12 hours skipping lessons he once adored. Just to escape this world. The Exams came and he showed up on time. Having not slept the night before his mind wanders. He continues the stories he created in his head, ones of where he is a superhero, a life better than his own.
The results came out and his scores had dropped. The teachers and students worried but there was nothing they could do. There was nothing he could do. He wanted to live a better life. But he didn't realise that this was the life he would miss."

"Well. Ok then. That's depressing." 

"Sorry. I didn't know what to write so I kinda just wrote whatever popped into my head."

"Well, one suggestion. Don't ever think again. Just don't. Keep your thoughts to yourself and don't think again, please?"

What was wrong with him? His love poem was just as sad. He isn't falling anyone we all know who his poem was about.

"So who won?"

They were all pretty good. I liked Sean's surprise plot twist and suddenly killing off the mother character but Ethan's poem got some emotions out of me and the class. Not to be biased but mine was clearly something else. If I don't win then this vote was rigged.

"Ok. Let's write our votes down and see who wins."

I think I know who I'll vote for.

"Don't vote for yourself though. That would be cheating and make you look like a fool."

We all finished writing and were ready to turn over and reveal.

"On 3! 1...2...3"

We turned the paper and I immediately noticed that Sean had voted for Ethan, just like me.
Ethan had voted for Sean. I got zero votes.

"Hell Yeah! I won! You LOSERS! Get destroyed! I am the king at writing! You all Suck!"

He only won because he cheated and wrote a poem. I should have written a poem. If only I had the experience he had. If only my chances at love were as slim as his It would have been perfect and won.

"Hey, I bet you are thinking something rude about me just now." 

Damn it! He even knew that I just insulted him! What has the world come to.

"Don't worry, Owen. I liked your story."

"R-really?" Sean was the light of hope for me. I knew I could always count on him to be there for me. 
"What was your favourite part?" I asked.

"Errrr… Well… You know… The part… About the… cat?"

"YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER!" 

"I remember!" Some random dude in our class shouted across the room.

Great, my story was only remembered by minor background characters. What an awful existence I live.

"Well, your story was just depressing. Why would anyone want to vote for something so depressing."

"Right! Ok. Let's have a class vote. They were all listening so let's let everyone vote! It's only fair."

"Fine, but stop complaining when you lose."

We re-read all the stories to the class and sometime later they all finished voting. The teacher was counting up all the votes and wrote them all down on the board in front.

"HECK YEAH! 16 VOTES! STILL FIRST LOSERS! SUCK IT!"

His poem got 16 votes? What? I-i... I don't know what to say.

"I'll take 9 votes."

Sean got 9 votes. He still came second. Which means. I'm still last.
how many votes did I get? Was it close?

ah... I got 1 vote. 
Only... 1... vote.
My pride and joy... 1... vote.

"I... I admit defeat."

School can either be the best time of your life or the worst. Either you are going to spend it being super popular and talk to tons of good looking people, or you will just be stuck at the bottom of the barrel with everyone else.

The last few years of your school experience are the most important, who knows what will happen. Will you find love? Will you fight your friends? Will that girl you've had a crush on since the beginning finally remember your name and stop talking about her ex? Well if you want answers to any of these then look somewhere else, because these guys don't really know what they are doing with themselves.

Stuck in-between "really socially awkward" and "we have some female friends so are we cool yet?" these three British teens experience their last years of school just like everyone else. With extreme anxiety, awkward conversations, stressful exams and the hope that maybe they'll get a girlfriend. These three just seem to be enjoying it while they can.


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- "Rums, wake Up.. it's 8:30" 

- "Let me sleep more Mom, my back is paining" 

- "What? Back is paining.  You didn't sleep well and today is your exam.  How will you go to school?" 

- "Oh no! Today is my exam and it's 8:30.. what the Hell! Why didn't you wake me up before? "

Mrs. White sighs deeply and thinks what will she do with this 15 YO girl... well she thinks and cares a lot about Rums, Ryoma White... 
Rums does her Daily morning things and gets ready for school. Today is her exam...

- "Rums, come downstairs.. Breakfast is ready"

Rums replies - " Aah! Mom i am already late and if I go for something else I'll be more late"

She rolles her eyes and "Rums, Will you eat or not? " 

Rums gets frightened because she knows how her mother deeply cares about her.. So she doesn't utter a word and goes forward to the table..  

- "What did you prepare for breakfast? Mom" 

"She prepared sandwich, boiled egg and your favourite mango juice. Darling" - Mr. White replies, " isn't today your exam Rums?" 

- " Yes dad, today is my English exam.. I am already late and Mom dragged me here to eat something... Was it too important? I'm getting late" 

- " Haha, don't get angry.  She always thinks about you.. by the way Rums, you were writing a story .. right? Did you finish it?" , Mr. White calmly asked her daughter... 

Rums is the only child of Mr. And Mrs. White. They both love her too much.. From sending her to a well-known school to supporting her dreams They always influence Ryoma... 

- "Ah, I forgot about it. Thanks dad you remind me.. um no.. I haven't completed it. But I'll finish it soon. Bdw, why are you asking dad?" , Rums asked holding her sandwich in her hand

Mr. White replied , "Ah Dear, even I too forgot to say you that I told one of my friend about your writing skill so he wants to read it. And that's why I'm asking.. okay give it to me. When it'll be completed.." 

- " Miss. Ryoma , don't you think you're getting late? It's 9:00 am." , Mrs.White clears her throat, " You told me you wouldn't eat because you're getting late and so what are you doing?" 

- " Oh noooooo! What the hell Dad bye. mom bye " , Rums starts Running..

- " Take care of yourself, don't fall" , Mr. And Mrs. white utter together ," She is in 9th standard but yet she is kid". 



St. John School



- " Sir, May I come in Sir?" ,Rums asked. She is already late and now she is at the door. 

- "What's the Time Ryoma? It's 9:35. Exam has been started 5 minutes before" Mr. Robert calmly asked. Mr. Robert, class teacher of 9Th standard.  

-" sorry sir, actually I was stuck in Traffic so I come late" - Rums lied. 

- " Oh okay , take your sheet and go to your place" 

Rums took her paper and headed towards her seat. 

- "I Know you weren't stuck in Traffic" 
Rums got surprised and turned back to see whoever told this.. 
" Don't lie I know you woke up late so you became late.. I know you much better than others" , Jimin replied in his soft voice.

Jimin, Park Jimin, He and Rums both are in same class and they are like best friends from the childhood days and their fathers are also good friends.

Rums sighed and said -" yeah! You are right.  I don't even know how you come to Know everything.. well remove your bag I have to sit here" .

Jimin removed his bag and made place for Rums.. 

- " Duh! This question is so tough. Wish I have read it today morning instead of quarreling with mom. Come on you brat, help me" 

- " Rums, you said you would prepare today's paper. I didn't read anything. Show me" 

- " Stupid Jimin, what would we do now brat?" 

- " Let's toss and guess" 

- " okay, head...." 


After 2 hours


- " Comeone students, stop writing, time over" Mr. Robert , collecting the copies -" Those who will get below 25, will have to attend a teacher parent meeting".. 

Jimin and Rums looked at each other's face and in their mind - " Dad mom, get ready you'll be called in school soon" 

Mr. Roberts's throat clearing broke their thinking. , "well for today , I am going to give you a good news .. you students are going to have a dance teacher.. so let's welcome him.." 

Jimin and Rums again looked at each other's face " A new Dance teacher!! Who??" 

-"So kids, here, your new Dance Teacher. Let's clap. He is.....

😉😉😉 ( to be continued )

[Disclaimer: This chapter was written by the Author Zehel2218]

6:30 a.m

"Mn..." Zehell woke up slowly as she opened her eyes. Her body was so damn tired and heavy. 

What time is it now? 

That was the question that always floated around this girl's mind. She was always afraid she would wake up late and thus would also be late to begin writing for the day. 

"It's 6:30 a.m..." With her sleepy eyes, Zehell reached out for her phone and saw a small number on the top left of her phone screen. 

It's still early! She usually woke up at 7...So she could sleep again, right? Hurray! Let's sleep and dream about handsome men... 

Zehell was just about to go back to sleep and dream about her non-existent boyfriend when suddenly a voice sounded right next to her bed. 

"Hey Zehell! If you have woken up, let's take a bath." Zehell's sister suddenly appeared in front of her with a glare. 

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ don't scare her, sis! 

Zehell was really afraid of her sister even though the girl was quiet and calm; once she got angry, ugh it would be bad. So afraid of making her sister angry and... scared she wouldn't make the book cover for her, she could only crawl out of the bed. 

That morning, Zehell's sister had to go to university at 7 a.m for a project so Zehell could only take a bath at that time. Feeling the cold of the morning, she cursed her sister inside her heart. 

7 a.m

"Now, let's check webnovel" Zehell picked up her phone as she clicked upon one APP she was very familiar with. 

This had been a daily habit for Zehell—to open up the webnovel APP every time she woke up, or after she took a bath. 

Let's see...today is Monday...the most chaotic day for the rank in Webnovel. Wonder what rank she was now... 

SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL.... 

Hm? It's not in top 30 as usual...wait...its 57?! 😱 

Let's check the other book she had...maybe the readers voted more to that book. It's okay, it's okay... 

... it's rank 199. Almost out of 200.

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ HOW COULD THIS BE?! 

Seeing the rank written on her book status, Zehell had the urge to bang her head against the bed. 

It's the same as last week! Every Monday, her dragon book would only reach rank 57 in the morning which always gave her heart attack. As for her new book? 

Don't mention that. She always had the urge to cry seeing the three-digit number of that book rank. Is that CEO book a failure??

Why? (இ﹏இ`｡) Why did the rank drop so much? Is her story become boring? Or did the readers stop voting? What's wrong with her book...

Indeed, on Monday the rank would be chaotic. Her sister always said to keep calm since the votes would rise by the afternoon and by the next day, usually, it would be back to rank 30-35. 

Still, who wouldn't get shocked when their rank dropped so much until it was out of the top 50? 

Zehell checked her other fellow authors' rank and couldn't help but sigh. One was in top 15. One was in top 30, others were in 31, 37, 40.

Almost all of them were in top 50.

C-calm down Zehell, calm down! This is just temporary...the readers will vote soon after you release a chapter at 10 a.m... they will! 

(｡•́︿•̀｡) would they? 

Even though Zehell had experienced this many times already, there was always this anxiety that one day the reader would stop voting and vote for a new novel with a similar story to hers instead. 

This little anxiety would ruin her mood to write that day. 

"No no, don't think like this. For now, let's hijack my family phone to vote!" Zehell did feel down but she knew the rank wouldn't rise up by itself if she didn't do anything. 

The least she could do was hijack her family phone to vote and keep writing, writing, and writing until the rank rose little by little. 

8 a.m

The rank was at 38-ish now and even though she wanted to get into the top 30 as usual, she stopped worrying. Or not. She still worried, God dammit! 😫

But she wouldn't let this mood made her stop writing for the day. She had to keep writing even though the rank dropped or else the readers would decrease, even though she wasn't in top 100 best seller ranking anymore. 

Since...she had a dream. 

Her dream wasn't big because she knew she didn't have ability for that. She only wished for her book to stay in top 20 one day. One day. Any of her books would do. It didn't need to be this dragon book. 

"Hhh...it's impossible isn't it?" Zehell sighed as she looked at her phone screen and the tools she always used to type her story every single day.

She began writing out of boredom with a spark of ideas since all the FL cultivation novels she read were the same. She began writing only because of that. 

At first, she thought her book wouldn't be popular. Her first book which she had dropped by now was also not popular, so she couldn't help thinking like that. 

But who knew that after a few months passed, she managed to squeeze her tiny little body to top 30.

Of course, many people thought she had it easy—that she was a prodigy with a brilliant mind and talent, but the truth wasn't that sweet. 

She began writing her dragon book on the 30th January. It took her 80 chapters to gain her first 10 reviews—so her rating would appear. 

It took her 150 chapters to squeeze into top 150 when the other authors who started at the same time as her, already entered top 100 or maybe top 50.

Her first comment was at chapter 20 when she updated 4 chapters a day. Every single day. Next, it took her 3 months straight to get her to top 55.

At that time, she wasn't contracted yet. It took her a complete 250 chapters just to grab that rank 55 spot. She still remembered that. 

Then... somehow, she got contracted after waiting for the contract for so long. Since she was contracted, her rank shot up but not too quickly. It was steady, until it stopped at 30.

"Well I'm not a genius after all." Laughing to herself, Zehell saw a newly contracted novel shoot up to top 20, even entering top 15 in just a few months. 

The reader of that new novel might also be the same reader of her book. She had a feeling it was like this. 

"Hhhh... okay stop complaining... it won't get me anywhere." Zehell saw the other novel she considered as her rival stayed at 20 whereas she was only at 38.

It's okay. She wasn't sad. She knew her writing skill sucked even though she tried to improve it by writing 3.5 k words every single day.

Before her hand got hurt, she wrote 7k words a day, but it damaged her wrist badly until she could only settle for writing 4 chapters a day.

"Ugh...how I wish I can write more." Zehell would occasionally scroll up the reviews section and would always read every single comment the readers left in her chapters. 

She often saw readers demanding for a 100-chapter mass release or wanting to have more but sadly, this was her limit. If only her readers would understand....

"Okay, what's the last scene I wrote..." Zehell muttered to herself as she went to the pen symbol in APP. Of course, to write. 

It was 9 a.m already—she had to write. That was the schedule she obeyed every single day when she had no class in college. 

"Hmm... what should I write..." And so, Zehell began her morning with writing in the hopes she would one day make one of her novels enter the top 20.

A dream she knew wouldn't be possible without the support of her readers, who by now may still be sleeping or voting diligently.

That was how the little baby dragon spent her day.

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With the move came a new school and new friends. This is also where I found what would later become my focus in life and my love, or passion rather, Writing. As I stated, there were new friends and with new friends came a self realization. I was one of the oddities in the new school. Another oddity was one of my friends I'll call Eyes. Eyes was a young man in my class that would try and be funny by flipping his eyelids inside out. Hence why I chose Eyes as his name. Also, The new school was where I would find someone to rival my feelings for Kate. Normally, I shyed away from blondes as my mother and older sister are both blonde or in their terms a dirty blonde. But this young lady in my class, whom we are gonna call Brittany for now, was everything a fat kid dreamed about in a friend. Skinny and smart. I already had several smart friends and I myself was pretty smart, but as a result of the move, I was falling behind in my studies because I missed everyone I had grown close to. Brittany couldn't stand Eyes because the eyelid thing grossed her out. Prim and Proper, she was always asking us to be mature with things that would make others feel weirded out by us. This prim and proper attitude is what caused my mother to insist this be the young lady I ask to be my valentine. I, of course, had told my mom that the girls in class didn't like me because of me and Eyes being the class clowns. Mom insisted I actually try and have better acting friends because it would attract attention and respect to me rather than everyone see me as a clown all of my life. Sad to say, I should have listened. Anyway, I asked Brittany to "be my valentine" and it seemed to drive a stake through our friendship. She turned me down and I was broken again. No one at my new school knew what I was feeling or hiding inside. A couple of weeks later, I underwent a surgery all young men do, usually a few hours after being born. Well, as all little boys ask for help when they get hurt or something, I asked a staff member at school one day if my "pee-pee" looked normal or infected. Remember, I am a recovering young man at this time and according to this staff member, I was trying to "Sexually Harass" her while she was cleaning the stall next to the one I had been using. This started a point in my life where I would quit asking for help and start struggling with not only school but anger control towards adults as well. Well, I got suspended for a couple of days. I remember being hurt and confused as to what I had done wrong. 

During these couple of days, I would do my school work and be completely healed. I became bored being inside and remembered a writing project that was given. The assignment was to write a short story and make it interesting because we would get to read it to a class of our choosing. Well, I chose to write about a bird that we had been helping recover from a broken wing that we had found under a tree. I titled the short story "The Very Sick Bird". In the story, the bird's nest had been blown out of the tree by a strong wind and as a result, the baby bird had broken it's wing. It woke me up at night crying and calling out for someone to help it. Well, we all know there are only a handful of birds that can mimic human speech. A sparrow isn't one of them. 

Well, after completing the assignment the day before returning to school, I asked my mom to help me design the cover page. She had been reading and proofreading my assignment and had access to the family computer, which I wasn't allowed to use at the time. She took me to the computer and pulled up the classic Paint program. We found a picture of a bluebird, which was hand drawn, and one of an icepack and a thermometer. Thus the cover was created. We printed it and I used a folder to contain my "masterpiece" that I would turn in the following day. 

The next day, I turned in my assignment and during recess, my teacher had a chance to read it. When we came back in, she asked me about the bird for the inspiration and I explained we had found a bird on the ground next to the house after a windstorm. She asked If I understood the difference between blending reality and fantasy, and I replied, "Yes ma'am. Fantasy means it's made up and not real." She was shocked because I had this kind of understanding and most of my friends had no idea even how to spell the word at the time. In a letter to my mother, She would express concern for me because I was so advanced for someone my age or even in the higher grades at this school. So due to this letter, I would be tested the first time for my Intelligence level. Halfway through the test, I became bored and begin daydreaming. My thoughts about the clouds that had castles where fierce Dragons bellowed Fire and Electricity on knights in armor made of gold would prove my imagination was superior to my friends. The test giver said for a 9 year old to have such a high IQ was unheard of. He asked me to read words I wouldn't see again until I was in seventh grade, and to his surprise I struggled with word formation and sentence structure, but only because I didn't have an accurate understanding of the word. The last part of the test was writing about a member of our families Job. Well, I picked my mom. She was the most experienced of the household. Prior to me starting school, mom had worked for a chemical company in Texas, and when she came home had several smaller jobs including volunteering in the sheriff's rodeo as a rodeo clown. To this day however, she insist that she was one of the riders. So I wrote about the rodeo and how it seemed a lifestyle I would love to have. Getting to travel, making people laugh and happy, interacting with not only the crowds and co-workers, but animals as well. I loved the thought of possibly being like the cowboys I would watch at my grandmother's house. Legends such as Gene Autry and Wild Bill and Billy the Kid. Glory for being the best of singers, showmen and the worst. It was what I wanted to do, but something I would lose interest in.

After receiving the results of the test, Mom told me I could stay in the classes I was in or go into another class with fewer people. They were recommended as "Gifted" classes. I turned it down. I wish now I had not, but beggers can't be choosers I guess. 

Also this same year, I would have my tonsils removed as a result of staying sick for three months of the school year and get the worst whipping of my life.

My younger sister, whom shares a real name with Brittany, we are gonna call Jezabel or Jez. Jez was with me in the lunchroom one morning eating breakfast and I told her to watch my lunch money so I wouldn't confuse it with money I had asked for for an extra slice of breakfast pizza. She agreed and I left it on the table and went and got the pizza. When I returned, my money was missing from the table. I looked at her and demanded she return the money to me. She lied, saying that there was a black boy that had walked past the table and snatched it off the table. I became enraged for the first time that I could recall. I asked her again and this time a girl had taken it while she wasn't looking. I told her, "Sissy, I'm warning you. Give me back my lunch money or I am not gonna be responsible for what happens." She shot me a look I would say could turn lava into ice water and said, "Make me."
I snapped. I picked up my backpack and wacked her across the face with it. Crying, she flung my money back at me and ran to one of the lunchroom attendees and said I had hit her because she had the same breakfast as me. Later that day, my stepdad would lock me in my bedroom and beat me with a belt to the point of where I could barely sit down at all. I had called my grandfather crying and explained what had happened. He came and got me and took me to the hospital. The doctor gave me a shot and told me it would help me be able to lay on the bed. My grandfather had called the police on the way to the hospital and told them to meet him there. They were just outside the door talking and I heard the officer say, " It happened in the City, It's not our problem." My first thought was please don't make me go back. I don't want to go back. Well, We asked for a city cop from the town I lived in to be sent to the hospital. He came up there and said, "It happened in the county, It's out of our hands." This ignited a fire inside my grandfather. Neither the county or city would do anything about it. So after being released from the hospital, My grandfather took me to his house and called my step grandpa and asked him to bring his Polaroid camera over and take pictures of the bruising on my rear end. He said he would be there in half an hour and bring the camera. He came over and took the pictures of my backside and left them with my grandfather. This would later be used to have custody granted back to him and us removed from mom's house every other weekend for visitation and set the ground work for future cases involving child abuse.  

I had to go back to my mom's house as I was still going to school. I lived in my room after supper and baths at night after that. I feel into a depressed state that brought the voices back. 
"You know you deserves it."
Crying, I replied, "No I didn't. I did what I thought was right. I hate him."
"If you hate him, why don't you do something about it?"
"Like what? I don't want to get in trouble again."
"You could kill him. You're a kid and a victim. You would get by with it and move back to Papa's house."
"No. No I can't. I can't kill anyone. That's not who I am and I want to go to heaven when I die."
"We will see."

I told no one about these voices because I wanted to be loved and not feared. Not put in a "Crazy House". Little did I know, it was coming. Not soon, but coming. 

I went back to school and in the summer we would move, yet again, but still with mom and my stepdad.

A lot of this book draws from personal experience and deals with heartache to the best of the worst. This is based on events of my life and I am greatly interested to see if this is a turning point for my writing.

I woke up this morning to the sound of my alarm clock ringing at 6:30AM. Damnit, I had to go to school today.

I quickly got up and performed my usual morning routine. First, Id get in the shower. Then Id get dressed and make my way downstairs for breakfast. 

For breakfast this morning I had some cake. Today was actually my mother's birthday so we had double-fudge chocolate cake downstairs. One thing to note is that I hate frosting, so I just cut the top off and digged in.

After eating breakfast, I always brush my teeth, and do anything I need to do to be my freshest at school. The reason I do this after breakfast and not before is so that I can actually clean off the food I just ate and so that at school I can be my cleanest.

After getting ready, it was around 7:30AM and I didn't need to leave until 8:20AM. So I sat on the couch listening to music and responding to my friends on discord.

At 8:20AM I began my 15-minute walk to the bustop. I'm rather used to this walk and it goes by quickly. Normally I just begin thunking about something random and it feels as if I teleported there.

I then waited for the bus; it's supposed to arrive at 8:38. However, when it showed up at 8:47 I was rather annoyed. Normally this wouldn't be super bad, however, I knew I had a physics quiz first period today and I wanted ample time to get to class. Not only is this the case, but when the bus is only a few minutes late it gets stuck in way more traffic and it ends up being anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes later to school.

I ended up arriving at school at around 9:10 and made it to class at around 9:13. The bell rings at 9:20, so that gave me seven minutes in physics to compare homework answers with friends and prepare myself for the quiz.

Today's quiz was on gravitation, mainly Kepler's and Newton's laws. Most of the questions were very simple aside from the two bonus questions on the quiz. The reason I consider them to be simple is mainly due to the fact that were were all simply plug and chug equation questions. There wasn't really much conceptual application on top of that.

The first bonus question asked to do Newton Synthesis. Newton synthesis is essentially taking Newton's universal law of gravitation and proving part of kepler's laws as well as making an equation for the period (T) and velocity (v) of an object circling another object. Basically, I had to take the formula F = (G*m(sub)1*m(sub)2)/d^2 and turn it into T = 2pi(root: r^3/GM). Once you understand how to manipulate the variables correctly, and understand that g is an acceleration, it actually becomes very simple. All you do is subsitite g for centripetal accleration and then for v^2/r, and finally subsitute v for 2pir/T.

The second bonus problem combined the use of kinematics and gravitation. I was given the mass of a moon and its radius, and then had to find the x-distance a golf ball traveled before it had the ground when hit at 15m/s @ 15 degrees.

I approached this problem by first using the mass and radius of the moon to determine the acceleration that gravity would have on the object. Then, after finding that acceleration, I could use the y component of intitial velocity to find the total time it would take before hitting the ground.

Then I could simply multiply this amount of time by the x-component velocity of the ball to find the total x-distance. There is no need to worry about anything else since the ball is not accelerating at all in the x direction.

After the physics quiz, which I finished right as the bell rang, I headed off to second period. My second period is digital design, which is basically photoshop class.

The catch is, most people in my class are practicing to get their photoshop certification. I, however, already have my photoshop certification. 

The class uses a website called gmetrix in order to train people for this certification. It's essentially a practice testing platform, and I walked in today finding out that I had to take one of these gmetrix tests for a grade.

The thing is, unlike most of the people in the class who had been taking these tests for the last three weeks, I had been working on other projects within photoshop since I already certification. Essentially, I was taking this test blindly as I hadn't practiced at all and it was almost a year ago that I had actually certified in photoshop.

I ended up getting an 850/1000 the first run, and then quickly re did the test and scored a 950/1000. This isn't bad, and it's certainly a lot higher (if not the highest) then the average score in my class. However, as someone who already certified, I still would've liked it to be higher and I'll probably retest again tomorrow for a 1000/1000.

Then I meandered to AP Statistics class. Today was 'multiple choice monday' where we did a ton of practice multiple choice questions. However, we also received our tests from the week prior back.

I was pleased to receive a 108.50% on the test. I will say that before the test a friend of mine had sent me some very good study materials and it just so happened him and I were the only ones who scored that high in the class. Studying was well worth it.

After AP statistics, my third period, I have the luxury of going to first lunch. For lunch I always just purchase a standard school lunch, as to be honest, it's all I can afford. Today's choices were chicken nuggets or...something else I dont even remember... and I just chose chicken nuggets. I added on a side of sliced apples as well as some carrots and ranch, and tossed a chocolate milk on my plate. I then checked out and walked to the table where my friends and I sit.

Lunch itself was fairly average today. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary and shortly after I made my way to my 4th period.

My 4th period is by far my favorite class. It is a database essentials class, where we are aiming to get certified in the MTA database course. However, it's also one of the least work-heavy and most laidback classes. We had about 20 minutes of actual class today and then about 40 minutes to do whatever we wanted.

In all honesty, I just play minecraft on the computers. The education edition is installed on every school machine and numerous friends can join a world I host and we all just chill and have fun.

After IT, my 5th period class is pre-calculous. Today we were learning about double trig indentities and how it was super easy to find sin(2u), cos(2u), and tan(2u). When you plug 2u into the default formulas, certain things cancel out and for each one it becomes rather simple compared to the formula you have to use for most other non-unit circle addition and subtraftion trig functions.

After pre-calc rolled by, I walked to my 6th period, which is AP U.S History. This class was interesting because my previous teacher just left after getting offered a position as a dean at a different school. Because of this, we currently have been given a long term substitute.

We also were given a confirmation on who our actual teacher would eventually be, who will be starting at the beginning of next semester. Unfortunately with the new teacher it seems this class will be a lot more work than it was previously as my previous teacher was extremely lenient, chill, and laidback. Oh well, I guess.

Finally, my last period and my 7th period is english. I'm normally not a fan of english, however this year the class is actually rather fun. We finished reading a story called the crucible today, and to be honest, the ending kinda sucked. However, it was overall an easy day and I have no complaints.

After 7th period I speedwalked to my locker and metup with a friend of mine. Soon after putting the stuff I didn't need to bring home away, we walked to the busloop.

I said goodbye at the busloop and found and got on my bus. As I rode home I sat near the back. Being one of the few upperclassman on my bus it's somewhat like a right of passage however there is also the fact that my bus is nearly empty so everyone gets their own seat for the most part.

Once the bus got to my bustop, I got off and made the same walk home as I had made previously in the morning to get there. This time, it was just reverse. Once I got home it was around 4:30 and I took 30 minutes to eat a snack and chill.

I started my pre-calculous homework at around 5PM. It was simply practicing what we would done in class, and took me anywhere from 20 to 30 minutes. Luckily, that was all my homework for the day.

I then sat on discord messaging my friends until about 7PM, which is when I had dinner.

My mother had made hamburger and I ate mine as if it were a steak. I personally don't enjoy homemade burgers on a bun, so I eat it without one cutting it up and salting it like a steak.

After dinner, I ate some more cake to somewhat celebrate my mother's birthday.

Finally, after dinner and cake, it was around 9PM and I decided to begin writing today's chapter. I have no been writing and it is currently around 10:30PM.

I'll be changing my released schedule to 11PM, as I believe that is a better time to release my new chapters than 5AM in the morning. I hope you all enjoy.

This is my life. I am writing this story to always remember where I came from in the years to come.

Hoi, and I'm sorry for not uploading a chapter in a while, but now that schools FINALLY OVER, I can put a little more dedication into it. So here's a list of everything I wanna go over, ranging from what I've been up too, what I'm going to be doing, and some exciting new things I have planned for the future [Please read everything, as it's all important(ish...)]

(1) Now that school and finals are over, I can dedicate more time to writing and coming up with new idea's for chapters. However, I will be taking a PE class over the summer. Not because I'm dumb and I need more credits or anything, but because I don't want to take a PE class during the school year. [Summer PE is just a lot of running, swimming, etc... School year PE has the dreaded thing known as dance... Seriously! Why the hell is it something our school requires all the kids to do!!!] This shouldn't get in the way of my writing all that much however due to the summer school class being PE

(2) I'm going to a friends house to play some d&d, so that'll be fun [they nerfed my characters armor class by 2. Why would they do that... Probably because I managed to scrape up a wopping 20 AC at level 1... The fun thing is that I did it legit as well..... Warforged Juggernaut OP.........]

(3) I absolutely WON'T drop this novel. However I will be taking a break from this story once it reaches 50 chapters (not counting the auxiliary...)

(4) I've been to busy reading other peoples novels or watching anime to write chapters... So I'm hoping that my brain can finally be at rest after binging railgun, railgun S, index I, II, and III, and the railgun and accelerator mangas... Also I can see why everyone loves accelerator now [A wild accelerator has appeared, accelerator is now enraged, accelerator used CHUCK A FREAKING SKYSCRAPER... It's super effective...]

(5) After effectively binging the whole magical index universe, along with having already finished binging mob psycho I and II before that. I've gone a little ESPer crazy (Tatsumaki from one punch man doesn't help by the way)... And I'm really excited to tell you guys about the new ESPer related story concept I've come up with for a new novel that I'm planning to write after this novel reaches 50 or more chapters (I'm already creating the characters, physics, and complex details of the world the story will take place in... And once I get all that stuff finished or close to finished, I'll start the story and post all that technical stuff about it in some informative chapters. The real story won't start tell I reach the 50 chapter mark here however

(6) I might make a discord channel dedicated to this story, and the new one I'm planning on making [The new story is actually serving as a good motivator to try and reach 50 chapters on this one...]

[Thank you for being patient for more chapters, please feel free to comment and >>review<<. As it inspires me to keep writing... I highlighted the review part by the way, as I'm sick of just seeing StaticCharacters reviews being the only ones there. And I'd like some ACTUAL feedback]

Bruce is a 16 year old sophomore in highschool who likes anime, manga, light novels, etc... He died in his sleep for an unknown reason after staying up to late reading. Afterwards however, he met god, who decided to reincarnate Bruce into another world. The world he reincarnated into wasn’t like his previous one. As the planet itself was a lot larger, magic exists, and massive monsters of incredible power seem to be around every corner, with Bruce being reincarnated as a dungeon core. A rare existence that creates magical dungeons filled with hordes of powerful monsters. The one question that Bruce has is... (Bruce) “Why was I reincarnated in the middle of the ocean!!!” [Hi, this is my first novel, and I’m only writing it for fun. The chapters will be written and posted whenever I want, so don’t expect a constant flow of chapters. Also, I didn’t think my novel would actually get a lot of views when I first wrote it. So I only had a filler synopsis written here, but I changed that due to the large amounts of reads. So, I hope you like my novel. I try my best to read the comments, and I’d also appreciate it if you’d leave a honest review of the novel. Also, if your curious about the novel or want to recommend any of your ideas to me. I’d recommend you join my discord server. The link to it is in the later chapters, so you’ll have to read a bit of my story before you can join the server. So go right ahead and start reading if the synopsis peaked your interest]

World : A highly developed world of magic. Where mana is the main source of power. Humans of the ancient era, who had once almost conquered the continent vanished. Now, currently the Mage era is thriving. Humans have once again started to gain power. Finally, after 3000 years, they have managed to gain dominance. But they are still unable to match the sheer number of the Mana Beasts.

Currently, the humanity has already developed to a point never seen before. 

[It can be considered to have the technology level 50 years ahead of earth.]

The Continent which has been secured after countless years of struggle is protected by Mages on the borders against the invasions of the Mana Beasts. 
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Humans : Humans here naturally awaken a element at the age of 16.

P.S. There are exceptions called variants.
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Element : • Basic : Fire, Water, Earth, Wind
                 • Variants : Unique element users.
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Mana Beasts : Beasts of the Mage era with elemental affinity. They live outside the continent in the natural landscape called Orena. After so many years, they have almost stopped invading. 
Obviously, there are some weirdos everywhere.

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Orena :  Areas out of the Continent, filled pure mana, natural mana treasures and the mana beasts.
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Demonic Beast ( aka Demon ) : Rulers of the Ancient era. 
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Mage Association : Coordinator or Head authority of Mage society. Considered to be the greatest power in the continent.
[ Protects the continent and its people from the mana beasts. ]
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Guild Union : Leader of all the Mage guilds. A power that is said to be able to go against the Mage Association.
[ Guilds : Responsible for maintaining the peace in society and works alongside the Mage Association in fight against Mana Beasts]
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Dark Society :  If a place has light, it will form shadows too.
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Mercenary Groups : A group of mages, usually at lower level, that can be hired for work. Usually are hired for exploration and search of mana treasures in Orena
[ Are authorised groups, allowed by the Association to be hired by people for any task. 

P.S. Obviously legal  ]
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MC : Max Edwinson

 Max Edwinson. Currently, 16 years old and in the third year of high school. If you are wondering  how he look  like, then let me tell you, he is a guy with with short black hairs and a fair skin with a thin build standing at about 178 cm. He didn't look strong at all. Calling himself one of the most handsome man might be an exaggeration but he was not that bad.
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Continent :  Mistellin
Capital : Orca
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Mage Ranking : 
Beginner
Low
Mid
High
Advance
Expert
Master
Grandmaster
Supreme
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Blacksmith Ranking :
1 ★ ( Lowest )
2 ★
3 ★
4 ★
5 ★
6 ★
7 ★
8 ★
9 ★ ( greatest )
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Formation Master Ranking :
1 ★ ( Lowest )
2 ★
3 ★
4 ★
5 ★
6 ★
7 ★
8 ★
9 ★ ( greatest )
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Beast Ranking : 
• Ferocious ( Lowest )
• Savage  
• Mythic ( Highest )
Each class is further divided into stars.  
1★ ( Lowest )
2★ ( Middle )
3 ★ ( Highest )
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Weapons grade:
1 ★  to 9 ★
Depending upon Blacksmith.
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Note : The novel is written in RPG style.
So usually, the person speaking will be the MC. Unless it is mentioned as someone else's POV.
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Author : This is my first novel. So read, comment, support, review and let me know how I am doing.


One more thing, the story and the MC will have a slow start. Please don't be to early to judge of the MC. No one can become stronger without facing hard ship. So I would like if the readers can read at least read 40-50 chapters before getting any final thoughts.

Thank you 

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Hello guys, its the author. I am writing this because I show my novel on a site which I have no idea about. So if you like my content. Pls read it on webnovel.

In a place where Magic reigns supreme, what would our MC do as he finds himself being rejected by the world.

This is the story of a boy who is unable to wield mana.

After shaming his parents who are considered to be among the strongest Mages of the era.

Our MC stands at the terrace of the School building planning to commit suicide.

What has fate got stored in for our MC. Will he commit suicide ?

If you want to know, join our MC as he struggles.

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All the characters and incidents in this story are imaginary.

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I remember watching the sky that night. It was cloudy but clear enough to see the stars, and the moon. I remember looking out my window, from the second story room, and seeing this girl run up the street. She seemed to be in a hurry, because she was sprinting and her breathing could be heard from up here. She stopped and looked at the sky, right under my window. That's when I remember, a shooting star flew by. It was has if the sky was falling. 

That's when, I finally woke up. My alarms where going off like crazy. I live alone so no one is around to wake me up. At times I wish I could see someone greet me in the morning like they used too. I got up from my bed and walked over to my alarm, I place it on my desk because I have to get up to turn it off. That's when I realized I had about thirty minutes to head to school. I turned off the alarm and rushed out my bedroom. I ran into the shower and took what seemed like a ten minute shower, but it was really twenty five. I didnt even dry off my hair when I got dressed, it was all greasy and wet. By the time I headed out the door it was dry enough though. 

Well I guess this is where I should introduce myself. I'm six feet and two inches tall or one hundred and eighty eight centimeters tall. I have long blond hair that I usually flip to the left. If you want the most accurate picture, imagine a Walmart brand Leonardo DiCaprio when he was acting for the titanic, and that's me, at least that's what a lot of people tell me I look like. Well anyways my name is Seth Adore, I am a junior in highschool, so I'm pretty young. I keep having these dreams of this girl who makes the sky fall, I always try to see what she looks like, but I've never been able to fully see her face, but if she was to walk in front of me, I would be able to recognize her.

That day I remember I got to school on time by a minute, thanks to the passing period. My seat in just about every class is always next to the window, and that's because I always ask my teachers for that spot, luckily they are usually understanding and let me, but through the years there are some teachers who dont let me, and I'm perfectly fine with that. I dont have a lot of friends, I am the person who no one knows about, someone who is unseen in the crowd, and I like it that way. Some days I wish I had friends to talk to in the hallways like everyone else, but I know that wont happen. I remember there was a new girl who walked into class late, not the best way to put on a good look. That's when I saw her. The girl who made the skys fall in my dreams. Her name was Lola, she had black hair like the night, and blue eyes like the ocean. To sum it off also she had a smoking hot body. The teacher set her right next to me, lucky me. 

Class went on how it should have, quiet some laughing from jokes, a kid being yelled at for sleeping in class. It's all the same rhythm. That's when my routine changed.

Lola tapped on my shoulder with a smile and asked me "Sorry do you mind spearing me a pencil and paper, I dont have my supplies yet because I'm still moving in" 

She was a little straight forward, but I mean hey, a girl talked to me. I just simply nodded my head and gave her a pencil and paper. Class ended about thirty minutes later when she asked me that. It turns out, we have every class together, and to top it all off we are sitting right next to each other in every class. She started talking to me after lunch that day, clearly she picked up on that we had all the same classes. 

"Hey so it's pretty weird how we have had the same classes right? And to top it off we sit next to each other at every class. Can't be a coincidence." She started laughing a little.

Her laugh was really cute, like a kitten laughing almost. I responded back with "Yeah, no kidding. Let me guess we're gonna live next door?" I laughed and she laughed a little. I really shouldn't have said anything, because guess what, we live RIGHT next door. I never realized that the old couple moved out. 

That day I remember I walked home with her. It felt warm walking with her almost like she was lifting a curse off my shoulders. She paused when we got to my door. 

"Y-You live here?" She stuttered and looked at my house taking a step back.

"Hm? Yeah I do why do you ask" That's when I saw it. A shooting star in the daylight. The sky was falling down on my world, while her sky was growing. 
"You're the boy who watches the sky fall, from my dreams!" She shouted excitedly. "Wow, I never thought this would be a reality, but I knew those dreams meant something" 

She was very enthusiastic, but I knew what she was feeling, I was surprised has well. I was surprised to see that the sky was once more falling on me, but this time. The girl caught a piece, and was slowly rebuilding it. 




(Hey everyone who is reading this! I'm King, this is the first time I'm writing something like this so dont be too harsh on me, but please give me some criticism on my writing, I would like to improve the writing on the story for everyone! If people really like the story so far, I will continue writing on either a monthly or weekly issue, but for now I will write when I feel like it)

Seth's world seems to be almost falling, has all the dreams he has been having is about is sky falling to pieces. 

But there always seems to be a person in his dreams, and one day Seth's life changes has he sees the person from his dreams in his life.

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