Anything Goes Novels & Stories

A few days later, while walking home after class, I ran into a few classmates. I overheard their mocking laughter. They pointed at me and whispered among themselves. I even faintly heard the words “Bald Eagle”. I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste the faint metallic tang of blood. I quickened my pace. After that day, I threw myself even harder into my studies, blocking out everything around me. I held onto one single thought: What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. As the entrance exams approached, I often studied deep into the night.