Greg:Retreating to my room around 10 P.M., I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would soon engulf me. After several minutes of futile attempts, I reached for my laptop and powered it on. Navigating to the taskbar, I clicked on movies and opened my all-time favorite Korean drama series, "Empress Ki." I've watched all fifty-one episodes over a hundred times since its release in 2013, yet I never tire of it. I knew indulging in this drama would keep me up all night, but I didn't mind. I could dwell on it and sleep throughout the day if necessary. I decided to start with the seventh episode.Just as I settled into the episode, my phone alerted me to a new message. It must be James, as he always seems to be in the know about everything.The message read, "Hello Greg Bolt." It couldn't and would never be James. Since the contact was foreign, I disregarded the courtesy of replying and returned my focus to the film. I dislike texting with strangers, especially those who addres

My parents' forever home now appears deserted. I haven't been a good son, neglecting my parents and failing to appreciate their watch over me. I have been cheated by the time all these months, but I'm here, standing before their abandoned dwelling, hoping to reunite with them. I gently place the bouquet of white roses I brought for my mother on the ground and lean down, offering it to her. "Hello, Mum. I hope you've been well. I know, I've missed you too. These are freshly picked flowers for you, I hope you like them." I swept the dust off her concreted plate, "it's hard to find turnips nowadays, hope you love them."Mum's favorite flower was white roses. I couldn't find them at the florist shop, and I bought the readily available ones. Thankfully, they are still white."Hey, Dad. How have you been? I haven't had a chance to go fishing yet, but I'll try it out soon. And guess what? I promise I'll grill the entire lake on my next visit, you'll have to prepare to eat a bunch." He had a

It has been three days since I arrived in the city, and it is truly beautiful. Such a good decision to arrive a few days early before officially starting classes to familiarize myself with the surroundings.The journey to the city was quite a distance. I arrived here after about six hours of traveling from home. I had promised my parents and Elena, when I visited them to announce my admission and relocation, that I would ride smoothly and at a leisurely pace. I also stopped at intervals at gas stations to refill my tank and grab quick refreshments and replenish my wary body.I have never ventured far from home, with my farthest journey being to Vain's. Now, I find myself miles away, and it feels like an exciting adventure. The city is stunning, and I am thrilled about the fun that awaits me at school. I never imagined I would be accepted into D'Caprias, of all schools. I took my time researching the school and discovered that it is no ordinary place for someone like me.I gave up on usi

"Wrong Pack!"Park and Wendy, the popular, richest, and most arrogant students in the school, are getting acquainted with Nicholas, and it is not going to turn out well for me or anyone who is already admiring him. He is presently bound by the wild wolves, and those two can never make decent company.The untold truth is that their fathers are my Dad's business partners. My father has multiple shares in Wendy's father's company, and Park's father, who is separated from his famous wife, Cereet Lake, has my dad as a top investor in his textile company. Although Park lives with his mother, he has a cordial relationship with his father and often accompanies him to my home for business gatherings. Wendy's father attends too, but from my observation, I don't think he has a good relationship with his son. They both attend the gatherings at different times and in different cars and barely stand in as a family.They are unaware of my presence and relationship with the Waldeen. They mostly roam

NICHOLAS:Park has to be kidding me!I looked at him in a baffle. He couldn't hold his laugh over the expression on my face."Cereet Lake, the Guinness World Record holder, Ms. Drown, is my mom," Park proudly announced.I couldn't believe it. Cereet Lake, the award-winner fastest swimmer? The fit and attractive woman that graces every social screen is his mother and the eccentric announcer?I am still on the scale of disbelief when Cereet Lake walked in, and dear lord! it is her for real.Her long dark hair flows with every step she takes, and her smooth long legs glide effortlessly over the grounds as she matches forward to us. She looks stunning, exactly the way billboards and the internet portray her. Clad in a swimsuit, her slender hips uniquely form under the silky scarf tied around it, that I gape without realizing I am.I wasn't the only one taken aback. All the new students had the same wide-eyed expression. We all see how unbelievable it is for such a person to be here, and