Princess born from magic, here to take the crown and be coronated as a Queen. As of now, I am just an ordinary girl who likes to create, destroy, and drink my frappuccino.
Got vaccinated, hurt like hell. My mental health is compromised these past few months, I would like to rant about how I hate myself for being too damn emotional, or lack of it thereof. I am panicking and beginning to regret not entering immediately to a more specialized course. Mama Mia, no one advertised the Biology course as something so hard. As school is now hectic, mom and dad are mad for reasons I do not know or care to find out and my mind is a mess, I got no breather and damn it, FOR JUST ONE MEASLY DAY, I want a relaxation break, without having to worry about my school work and possible missed homeworks. People totally expect me to be online all the time but the thing is, I'm not. And my school work is piling up and Finals is coming and these courses are not helping me. Like why the hell would I want to study an entire unit of learning something that is fricking basic and assign us works like "ohh, take a vlog of yourself and yadda yadda yadda." Like bish, I don't need to vlog my boring ass life trapped inside a house still in quarantine. And group works are such a pain despite what people say because I still have to do work like, idk, chores?
Emma Sølvstein made a bet with her twin brother: If she manages to convince Headmaster Albescu and Professor Sakuya that she can be sociable and compassionate to others (mostly children), then she gets to decide what the topic of her team's research paper will be for the upcoming Global Youth Research Summit. If she fails, then Hugo gets to decide on the mission she and her teammates will take, as long as Headmaster Albescu agrees. She fails and so, Team Winter (Ara sucks at naming things) heads out to Japan for 3 things: (1) for the research summit, (2) for the mission to stop a terrorist attack, and lastly (3) to find her answers. Professor Sakuya better pay them for these because Emma's sure the insurance the school provides is not enough for this.
DISCLAIMER: This is a Haikyuu Fanfiction with a mix of a certain future project of mine. Haikyuu belongs to Haruichi Furudate. Enjoy.
Okay, I may be a fricking introvert but even I can't live without a single damn thing to communicate with my love ones in real time. And I may not be Iranian but I care so I'm spreading this!!!
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In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m currently hooked in Bungo to Alchemist universe! Like the concept is amazing, the characters is close to their real counterparts and I just *screams in fangirl*
This song is called ‘Goodbye’ by Urashimasakatasen and Bungo to Alchemist is technically owned by DMM Games. I suggest you guys to check it out! ^^
DISCLAIMER: Inazuma Eleven characters and the entire thing is entirely not of my own creation and thus belongs to its respectful owners. I only own the plot, the never-before-heard characters, and other things that I’ll say so. Please enjoy.
The Royal Liverpool University Hospital, Liverpool, UK
"Hmmm..."
"She's waking up!"
"Call the nurse, you idiot!"
SLAM!
"Are you alright? Can you speak? Do you see the number of fingers am I holding? What do you smell? Can you feel it? Do you know who you are? Or even better, do you know who I am?"
I heard different noises, but the most prominent ones would be the questions that an unidentified male would throw right at someone within the room. He kept screaming questions after questions as I can hear a second person sighing and hitting his or her skin. I can hear shuffling around the room as I start to slowly open my eyes. I blinked slowly, trying I adjust to the lighting of the room. I then saw an unfamiliar face as I stared at the male with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. His nose is a little crooked, probably due to a brawl or accident, that I do not know of.
He looked older than I am. Maybe by a 6 years difference?
The male then leaned forward, so near that all I can see now is his dark brown eyes and how he looked as if he is... a kid? I then tuned their argument out, not wishing to hear their shenanigans that would probably wake the dead. What? Now that is a new kind of difference. Am I in some-
"-hospital?" the woman asked incredulously. I felt like her voice is strained. This is utterly different from the one I'm in. It's not loud so perhaps I am in a private hospital quarter? Before I could even descend myself further into my thoughts, a door opened, the hinges creaking loud that I fear it might wake the dead. A man wearing a doctor's garb was by the door, a stethoscope at his neck, and a nurse with dirty blonde hair by his side.
"Greetings, young lady. How do you fare?" How do I fare? A man is by my side hurling questions after questions at me. How do you think I fared doctor? But of course, I can't speak properly for the time being. So I just remained silent, feigning ignorance at what the doctor states. "I see. So your auditory functions are still well. Nurse Caitlynn is here to assist you in your recovery, young lady. These fine gentlemen and lady rescued you from a cryo-pod of old age. Further investigations are still conducted about the place you were kidnapped but for the foreseeable future, I'm afraid you have to stay here." The doctor stated, his voice telling me that he is at least sympathetic. It is all too blurry for me but I can see the figure of a woman in white, or at least it is a woman, heading towards me.
"Nurse Caitlynn is here to see you through your recovery ma'am, as well as the rest of the hospital staff. Now, you waking up, heck, you with a heartbeat is already shocking as it is! All I need to do is to monitor your condition and it may take a long time for this to happen so I hope that you would be alright with this, ma'am. Not to worry though, these lovely folks are all nice and friendly," not really, these fellow men and woman are all strangers to me, oh dear doctor of no-name " so no need to be afraid young miss. Now, Nurse Caitlynn will begin her usual check-up in your vitals, I hope you don't mind." I remained silent, my face didn't betray the emotions that are welling up inside of me.
The rest then came as a blur for me as I once again tune everything out. I then tried to recall any past events that I could remember before waking up... none. I know certain words and mannerisms as if it is by instinct. Yet, I still have difficulty even understanding what the doctor was talking to me about. It felt like I was physically present in the situation yet my mind is elsewhere. I have no clue about what a certain thing that he is spouting about but it sounds crucial just by going off about scientific names of certain chemicals that I know are medicinal. Or as far as I know, IS medicinal. I couldn't quite tell, science is not of my expertise.
The three strangers that I woke up to strangely acted as if I would break and thus, have been treating me like glass. I have no clue whether to be grateful to them thinking of my well-being or act offended as if they underestimated my worth. Yet, I cannot blame them for the thought they now have of me as I recover. I cannot actually tell on how many days or months I have been in this hospital room, recovering, going through therapy and interrogation by the police (and they aren't as helpful as they have yet to believe) but I can tell that I have yet to reach a year inside this sickening white room. I have managed to get a grasp of the language, though the difference might be there, it is still English, but more different in a sense I have yet to grasp on. I manage to whisper only, though I can barely finish a sentence without coughing due to the soreness of my throat (and it could possibly be also due to the many, many years I am in a coma-like state inside a water tank, frozen).
I also underwent physical therapy to get a better grasp on my body and even then, I knew that it wasn't enough. I still felt restless despite my body aching and shaking from the pain that I am in. I would indulge myself in the current affairs as well as the history of various countries around the world, from England down to the political issues in Africa. I understood less of it due to the nurses' insistence that I am less exposed to a strange device that is a phone. Truly fascinating, it just hurts my eyes more. Unlike with the TV where it is placed at a safe distance away from my eyes, this one hurts more like a needle being pierced on my eyes, except the needles are felt in my head.
No one bothered correcting the scared male when he visited me later claiming I was an alien that was kidnapped (or aliennapped in his words) and that the royal family has decided to hide this horrid secret of theirs, calling it a dirty royal secret. The nurse gasped while the girl hit him on the head, their other serious male companion just telling me to ignore the "Bozo with the brain of a child". Then three more months passed by like a dream, and I managed to move my body like a typical healthy child and I manage to learn subjects that am confident will fare me in the future. Another couple months passed and I finally am ready, as the kind doctor has stated...
This is a Reedsy Weekly Writing Prompt that I have written where the prompt is: “Write about someone who decides it’s time to cut ties with a family member.” I enjoyed writing it since this made me think and edit it majorly because I had to make this as real as possible. So, here is the link to the original link if you want to help me edit my work more. Enjoy reading~
One thing that I yearned for so long yet is something that others say is really not needed considering I do have one. Or do I? I can't really tell. According to my teachers, I have a mother that is attentive and loving, a father that is hardworking and supportive, a brother that is protective and understanding, and a sister that is optimistic and extremely social. My friends say that my dad is friendly, my mom is welcoming, my brother is protective, and my sister is beautiful. Stangers would say that my sister is like a clone of my mom with my dad's personality while my brother is similar to my father with mom's personal charms tucked in. They would always wonder if I was an adoptee of their simply because I don't look like them.
"No, I'm not." I would remember telling them that.
I am the biological child of my mom and my dad and the youngest sibling of my brother and sister. But they would look at me with a suspicious look on their faces as if they don't believe me. I would then ignore it, already used to the stares of disbelief.
Rightfully so, after all, I am not like my family at all.
They would worry about their social life and status, after all, we are a middle-class family. They would dress up in fancy, fake designer clothing while I would wear something cheap but still comfortable. My dad is quite focused on his work and would then stay out late drinking with his buddies. Mother has a horrible spending habit. Sadly stated, she has no impulse control. The concept of saving is nothing to her because why would she? My sister also has a similar problem and add to the fact that she is the typical image of a mean girl of the school, with her lying to others, painting her image of a perfect, rich life that she just wished she would have. And my brother? He is a typical playboy who has a different girl every other week. I oftentimes find myself pitying the girls he would bring home because they always thought they are the ones for him until he is left alone. He would oftentimes complain to his friends about the flaws of the girls he brings home with. It's not their fault that these girls have flaws. They still remain pretty to me despite all these obvious flaws.
Me? I would worry about my grades and would attend academic and art competitions left and right. I would win most of the competitions that I attended. I even snagged a well-known international competition. Yet I would know that none of my family members are aware of it, seeing as I still have yet to land in the 'Missing Person' report. The rewards that I earned from the competition are used for the future funds that I set up, not that anyone knows about it. My sister is aware of the funds and would always threaten ask me about the reward fund for her personal endeavors. Don't worry, I always rejected her. She would then blame me for the mistakes that she made, thus, people seeing me as the clumsy adopted daughter. Then, when given the reason, they would always hit me, somewhere where the marks and bruises left won't obviously be seen in public.
This went on for years, making me desensitized about the emotional and physical pain I would feel from the abuse that they inflicted on me. I then question my existence numerous times. I would then spend less time at home, making them mad but do I care? I would roam around town, sometimes stopping by the library. My life is totally a routine by now; wake-up and prepare for school, prepare food for a bunch of people in the house because they are too lazy to do household chores, go to school, roam around town or do homework at the public library, head home and do chores, sleep.
High school then passed by and college arrived. I picked the one outside of the country and made sure I informed them about it. Hell rained on but I don't give a damn about it now that I can leave this family if it even is called that. I left no regrets that night and I am still glad that I did it.
College was a bliss, despite the difficulty of the subject, because I can now actually focus on feeling happy again. To me, college is my savior, a remedy even. I found myself again, now that I am away from those people that I called family. I found joy, peace, and love.
Years pass and I graduated, earning a degree in Law and International Studies, thus I then worked as a Diplomat. I then became an Ambassador to my home country, as I have earned the citizenship of the country that I went to college to. I almost forgot about my "family" until I am now confronted by them once again, asking for favors left and right. They looked different as if time did well for them in the slightest. My father looked old and so is my mom, my sister looked like a typical middle-class woman that wore the fake designer outfit to fit in the high regale status, and my brother now looks like he did well in his life but felt like it still isn't enough. Instead of ignoring them just like what my past self would do, I looked at them, giving them my full attention. I gathered all the confidence that I had that I should thank the gods for because I desperately needed it to make peace.
"I thought I told you already, I wish to be left alone, similar to how I would leave you all alone." I stated confidently. They protested but I stood firm. "We raised you, we gave you a home. Is this what you repay us?" My mother asked, acting as if she was in the right and I was in the wrong. I looked at them in the eye and told them that I will never, ever give in to their demands, similar to how they never gave in to my demand. "I believe, that concludes this meeting ladies, gentlemen." I then declared as I then asked my assistant to show them to the exit, already feeling a burst of emotions due to the confrontation that I had with my biological family. "Do you have no remorse over your own family? Do you have no regrets?" My sister asked, reeking of desperation. I then looked at her in the eye and stated with finality,
"I already left with no regrets in the past, what makes you think I regret what I am doing now?"
Hi!! I am back, and I rarely post here soo... just to promote my writing skills. I mean, there are bunch of editors and writers that already seemed to comment on my work and I appreciate it but I still feel like I need more for improvising my writing technique. I posted here the link to my account. I just recently started writing here and so far, I liked it. I suggest you guys trying it as well if you want to improve.
They didn’t put me up with it, I just thought that since it is helpful to me in writing my stories, I thought that maybe it’d help you guys as well in a long run.
So, if you are in a class, obviously you'd be given a title, like class clown, smart, book worm, gamer, athlete, etc. Then there are people who are left out. They call them the outcast. Now, why am I typing up some stupid things about classes, well, it's because I just have the need to spread something about this issue because basically, it's true to all. People tend to ostracize a person just because they are weird, loud, ugly, too silent, and anything negative, really. This is an issue among the people and the society in general that needs to be fixed because if you single out a person from something else, this means alienation, and alienation leads to many, many dangerous things that could damage the physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual state of the opposed one.
Now, why am I stating, CLASS. Class, specifically the one you find in a school that defines a bunch of students grouped together to form a single group, is chopped up into sub-groups. Sub-groups like the sub-units that you find in Kpop. They all mingle, and if they find something that they have in common, then they immediately click and form into a class. And if there are groups in class, there is obviously a major issue. One student can be single out from the group. They may not know at first, but sooner, through the actions shown by his/her classmates, they will immediately feel like they don't belong. That they are not welcomed.
Such thing happens to me apparently, ever since I went in junior high, I received negativity. I was still in a new school so all was awkward. The atmosphere was so awkward that I was glad that I have friends, at least it was bearable. Grade 9 arrive and more awkward situation, and I have no friends in the class. And I was also ostracized, especially in my first week of school due to being loud. I was called 'Sid' (Yes, that character in 'Ice Age') due to my weird sense. But I still continue to ignore it. I endured. My Senior year was all things settled. I was contented.
My classmates in Junior High were, all I can say, judgmental. Though not all of them. Some of them were downright too rude to others as well. Whenever I befriend people who they despise, they would immediately thought I was like them as well. Sure, I befriend people, but that is because I know what it was like to be ostracized by your own peers. And it even hurts more when you know you could do something about it but chose not to do it for fear of being judged.
Back in Junior High, I use to be afraid of people. Still am. I was easily intimidated, but then I remembered. Just because they previously went to the same school longer than I am doesn't give them any right to actually judge me straight away.
Now that I am here in Senior High School, I feel like I am back to the start. People look at me once and comment whenever they feel like it. Whenever I made a mistake once, they repeatedly remind me about it. They never took into account about how I would feel on the inside. I was distraught, but I remained postive. Still looking at the bright side of things. I miss my friends though. Class to me were starting to be hell. Everyday, before I enter the classroom, I would always ask myself if I should go in or not. If I should enter. But I continued, because I am doing this not for my family, not for my friends, but for myself.
There was a question back in my last years in grade school. I was in a different school where I ask my fellow classmates on what I need to change. They were honest. They aren't hesitant, unlike the ones in my new school. They told me to just change my loud persona and to be outgoing. I agreed. And when I ask my classmates in my new school when I was in junior high, only one of them spoke. That I was too weird and loud, but nevertheless, optimistic. I question her that if I were to be a silent and pessimistic girl, would they be okay with me, and she responded with a no. Who am I supposed to be then?
Then I realized that I shouldn't change myself for the sake of other's approval of me. If I'm loud and optimistic but have an ugly face, so be it! It's me, it's my mark. and I am not letting them talk me down as if I am trash.
I am a generous and understanding girl, yet people tend to abuse that. I rarely got time to think about for myself. So now, here I am. By the time you are reading this, this meant I overcame my fear of being left alone. Please, let me be selfish for once and say this;
You're not alone, someone is there for you, supporting you from the shadows in order for you to shine through the light. Don't let their efforts be wasted.
This one thing could leave a huge impact on the person's life if ever this keeps going on. So I say we need to speak up and not let our feelings be bottled up because sooner or later, if you let that in, then you will immediately regret it.
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