"Yes, yes. I'll transfer it tomorrow during my holiday." I chuckled and checked my watch for who knows how many times. How long does it take for people to want to call?"But ..., really, are you okay?"It's okay? Seriously.I'm also struggling here, you know.Every month I get a mediocre salary, sleep irregularly, work overtime, my apartment rent is exorbitant, and that ugly boss is always looking at me with a look that makes me uncomfortable.However, I just sighed uneasily. "Yeah, it's okay."A moment later, the call was paused by a long silence. Was it already closed? However, just as I was about to check, Mum spoke up again."Nad, I'm sorry. Mum and Dad were supposed to be happy for you, to help you, but instead we're the ones who are bothered. Mum and Dad never gave you what you wanted, but now you're struggling because of us." Mum's voice hung for a moment, when it finally came out, her voice trembling. "But I don't know who else to ask for help. I promise, I promise this is the

Actually, I have a chronic affliction: unlucky luck.And if I have a relapse, I'll have at least three misfortunes in a day.Starting from being thrown into the realm of delusions that I should have buried, buried deep, and forgotten years ago.Transforming into a spiteful, lethargic girl whose only orientation in life is to be a lackey for female criminals.Then get a quicker chance to become a living punching bag.What happens after this? Suddenly lightning strikes or become paralysed for life?I gulped every time I tried to look closely at this.The walls were grey and seemed unforgiving. With two unlit torches perched on each of the cardinal points.The floor was mostly filled with sand, but there was a flat surface as well, so I didn't have to worry about not getting a bump or not getting enough bumps."Ladies, there's no need to be scared or worried, I'll try not to be too hard during the fight," said the voice in front of me so presumptuously.Hah!"Te-thank you, Mr Panger-""D

Whisper.Whispers. And scornful stares. When I stepped back into the classroom, I felt like I had set foot in a foreign place that I had never reached until now. Like a superstar and a frog in a shell. Famous-in a not-so-favourable way-but also alone. Really. It reminds me of when I used to be. Damn! That's why I often say that school is a portable hell - make of it what you will. Yeah... not that I care. After all, this isn't my life either. One day, I'll open my eyes and realise that all of this is just a dream flower that I'll quickly forget-wow, wow, ah! I almost fell over. Fortunately, my movements were quite swift. Before actually falling, I managed to keep myself standing... for a few seconds. This damn body was eve

"It's been three days and no mission."I nodded and again felt that this cramped space resembled a prison. Elena sat with her hands crossed and looked at me intently every second, acting like an interrogator who doubted my every word. "I... I tried various things. I even started exercising again." It's just jogging and doing ten push-ups, though. "But, I didn't get any EXPERINECE. I guess the way to get it is by completing missions.""I see." Elena nodded, and started taking notes, again. "So, did the intensity of your previous missions come quite often?""Eh, well..." I didn't remember it in detail because at that time I thought it was nonsense. "It can't be called frequent, maybe around a day or two. But, never this long.""I understand your frustration, but from what you've said, it's probably normal. However, we can't make a definite diagnosis because the data you provided is incomplete," said Elena, now really looking like a scientist, especially with that lab coat and formal sui

"Eh? Have you heard about Grayson?""About him being an addict? Well... that's nothing new. People like them must use it. How do you think he's so smart if he doesn't 'high'?""But, after all that, the teachers still entered him in the competition? People these days are corrupted.""I don't think so anymore. The principal still has a brain, too. He won't make the school's name blatantly tarnished."I had just stepped inside, and it was still as crowded as I had imagined.What I did was actually quite trivial.Log into the anonymous account Elena prepared, join the school forum, spread the information, and BOOM!The news exploded the next day.The school's journalism club even set up a special section in the mading.PHIL GRAYSON: The evil conman who brainwashes everyoneThey have phenomenal word choice, huh. Just what you'd expect from a future newspaper editor.There was a slight feeling of guilt, but it was soon washed away and justified. Especially when the completion notification s