Ken tossed from one edge of his small bed to the other. The tiny square bed like the ones used in dormitories squeezed itself by the left corner of the small room. Underneath the bed was his luggage bag, the few shoes he owns, and some stuff. A small wooden table accommodated his books, a loaf of bread, and a can of soda. The only stool in the room held up his dirty clothes and an old school bag. The only space he had was by the right. He usually pulls his stool and table to that corner to study. His abode was a tiny single apartment, a few meters away from his high school.Ken adjusted the heart-shaped brown pillow that supported his neck and faced the white ceiling with a sigh. He pulled the strand of his jet black hair making its way to his face and placed it behind his ear. He rolled his forest green eyes around and blinked repeatedly. The waves of anxiety were enveloping him.He darted his gaze to the left and caught the ugly opening on the glass window glaring at him. The rag ha

Ken wanted to slump into a heap or worse still run out like a weakling but there was no time to chicken out. If he must leave, he would depart after putting up a good confrontation. He had sworn to fight for his Miranda after all.Now, Miranda was mocking him before her latest lover. She gives no damn about his admission to Harvard and she just told him that he would never earn a million dollars in his life. Hearing that comment from Miranda intensified the rate at which his heart was shredding into parts. What happened to the soft-spoken girl he fell madly in love with? Where was the girl who loved every damn thing about him? What happened to the love of his life? For how long had she been together with Charlie? Was she brainwashed? Dozens of thoughts kept running through his mind until Charlie brought him back to consciousness by striking his palms against each other, creating applause."Get your broke ass out of this room. Miranda and I have work to do." Charlie spat.Miranda plac

"Pull up here." Cassie ruled out to her chauffeur.The limousine had been moving for about ten minutes. The driver parked the car behind a restaurant and stepped out. Ken carefully took out his hand that had been entangled in Cassie's. She smiled lovingly at him and he immersed her in a warm hug."Thank you so much sister," he said, holding up the tears that had welled up in his eyes.She rubbed his back tenderly and replied. "Siblings don't have to thank each other Ken. You can count on your big sister anytime."They broke off the embrace. Cassie pulled out a tissue from her bag and passed it to Ken.He collected the tissue and pressed it to his eyes. "Thank you, Cassie," he mumbled and threw his back against the seat with a deep sigh.Cassie understood that dozens of thoughts were running through his mind at that moment so she remained silent. After a few minutes, she spoke, breaking the silence between them. Ken's forest green eyes were devoid of tears. "Seems like I arrived just

Ken took languish steps toward his hostel, fighting very hard to withhold the tears welling up in his eyes. He imagined Miranda, laughing behind him while he vanish from her sight.He lowered his head and kept wondering whether Miranda had ever loved him for a moment. Again, she had just lashed out at him, stating that she was grateful she was with Charlie now.Ken sniffled as he walked down the straight path ahead of him, assessing Miranda's torturous statements. Maybe she's better off without him.After moving to Harvard, he had hoped that he'll get to move on quickly now that he's far away from her but it turns out that she made it to Harvard too.Ken sighed and marched toward his room. He opened the door and was greeted by its emptiness. His roommates had all gone out. He fell on his bed with his face feeling thankful that they weren't around to detect his discomfort.A few minutes later, his phone began to vibrate. Ken got up and pulled the device out of his bag."Cassie!" he gas

Are you sure about this?" Mr Cameron asked Cassie for the umpteenth time."Yes dad." she acknowledged with a nod and went on stirring her tea with a spoon in circles.Her father sighed and went for the toasted bread on the dining table. "I can't promise you Cassie but I'll speak to a few of my contacts and get back to you."Cassie rose to her feet, pulled out her chair and rushed to her father. She wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Thank you so much, dad.""As I said, it's not a promise but I'll see what I can do about it." Cassie smiled and returned to her seat.After pondering about it several times, Cassie had just requested that her father have her transferred from the state university to Harvard.She smiled and took a sip from her tea mug, praying that the process works. When her father demanded the reason for requesting the transfer, Cassie had lied to him that she wasn't getting the best from the state university and she'll only get the standard of education she desir