All Chapters of OUR MOON HAS STRINGS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

In due time, consent forms were signed and handed in, and names were called out one by one. Thirty students in total - the very best from the second-year classes - were chosen. Their destination: the southern region of the country, for a week-long summit and workshop where schools would gather, share, and boast of their brightest minds.Because of the numbers pooling at the event, Lady Sarah Memorial High chose to do things differently. Their alumni organization and some concerned parents pulled strings, and before long, their students were promised lodging at one of the region’s finest resorts. It sounded more like a holiday than a workshop, and for many, the excitement alone was enough to set their nerves alight.It was Valery’s first time boarding a plane. The glass walls of the airport, the noise of rolling luggage, the security announcements - it was all dizzying, all new. Derrick slipped into the seat beside her when they finally boarded, peeling open a chocolate bar and pressin

Margret walked into the resort and her mood soured instantly. More of her classmates hovered around Valery now, chatting and laughing with her as though they’d been friends for years. When Riley walked up to Margret, she tossed her head back with an exaggerated laugh. Sure enough, it caught Valery’s attention.To her surprise, Valery smiled and walked over without hesitation. It was the first time the three of them had stood together since the fight.“You were great today, Marge,” Valery said, her voice gentle.Margret rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She brushed past them with a frown. Valery watched her go, but Riley’s voice tugged her back. He tried to strike a conversation, but Valery, weary and guarded, gave him the same cold shoulder.That evening, students drifted out for dinner, mingling in the open area. Some lounged by the pool, others clustered in groups, chatting. Derrick tapped Riley on the shoulder.“Come with me,” he said.Inside one of the rooms, a handful of boys had gath

The teachers woke up hazy and confused. When they stepped outside, the place was silent - unsettlingly so. Not a speck of dirt on the ground, and not a single student in sight. To their amazement, the children were already gathered neatly outside, waiting for the bus.It was the final day of the workshop. Certificates were handed out; connections briefly encouraged with professionals across various fields. The evening would be crowned with a black-tie dinner party.For a prestigious school like Lady Sarah Memorial, each student dazzled. The boys crisp in tuxedos, the girls radiant in modest dresses.Derrick was at the lounge adjusting his sleeves when Riley walked in, waves gleaming in his trimmed hair, his look sharp enough to cut. Instead of buses, limos waited to carry them to the event."You look okay, old man," Derrick said with a smirk."Not so bad yourself, pip squeak," Riley shot back, wincing at his own joke.Then Margret arrived, blooming like a sunflower in her yellow dress

Hecate didn’t know what to expect when she showed up at the school. She went in calm, but the moment the matter was laid before her, she nearly choked on her own breath.“So, you’re saying my son - who’s never even held a cigarette - managed to sneak marijuana into a resort?” she asked. “Are you even aware Riley has a condition?”“Yes, Madam Hecate,” the headmaster said, voice stiff, “but that doesn’t change the fact that the substances were found in his bag.”Her eyes sharpened. “He doesn’t know how that got there. My son isn’t some trained liar you can pin this crime on.”The headmaster leaned back. “We’re not accusing lightly. And for clarity, it’s because of your reputation that we didn’t involve the police. Riley has never caused trouble here, but consuming or dealing with drugs is not tolerated. It could mean suspension…or expulsion.” The man explained. “And there’s more – allegedly we he didn’t sleep in his room one of the nights.”Hecate turned to her son. “Is this true, Riley

Days later…Valery stood her ground with Jennifer, insisting she could finally return home. Two weeks of being coddled and nursed had drained her spirit more than the wounds themselves.“I swear, Jen, I’m healed,” she said, adjusting the strap of her handbag as though to prove she was fit to carry it. “I can’t just sit and sleep the day away. I miss work. I miss being me.”Jennifer frowned, arms folded across her chest, studying her younger sister with suspicious eyes. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another. You still look pale.”“I’m fine.” Valery forced a small smile. “If I don’t go back to my normal life, I’ll start feeling like an invalid. You don’t want that for me.”Jennifer sighed, exasperated but helpless. “Stubborn, just like Father. Fine. But don’t make me regret this.”When Valery stepped into her own house, the air felt different - lighter, freer. She was ready to sink into the familiar silence when a loud cheer nearly startled her out of her skin.“There s